<?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-2739843194407415184</id><updated>2012-01-01T16:28:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants from the frivolous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>701</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7128907715180217647</id><published>2012-01-01T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:10:45.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE MOVED TOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Please read on at my new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessayeee.blogspot.com/"&gt;jessayeee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7128907715180217647?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7128907715180217647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7128907715180217647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7128907715180217647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7128907715180217647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-moved-too.html' title='I HAVE MOVED TOO!'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6909285617483365613</id><published>2011-12-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:16:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd December</title><content type='html'>A little update unrelated to my Genting trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting itself was quite a bummer. We were dressed for something like 20 degrees but the weather went down to 13 degrees while we were there and the winds were so goddamned strong we couldn't go outdoors :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We didn't go to the theme park (nor the famed strawberry farm). What did we do in the vast 3 days? Relax, have great food, do makeovers. It was all good fun... But fun I could've had in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that I'm starting to sound like a spoilt brat so enough of my incessant, ungrateful complains and on to what I was up to on Thursday, 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1979.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore out TTR's Cocktail Lounge Dress in Kelly Green for a day out with my girls! Stupidly decided to pair it with my new heels from Newlook, as shown below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1998.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 inches, legit. I measured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised my feet managed to hold out for 9 hours. I don't know how some girls can survive the whole day in high heels! Wedged shoes are okay but this is really hell, even with the insoles I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1984.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1985.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tottered my way to Causeway Point painfully via public transport, all thanks to this girl above who suggested the location. She lives in Woodlands, you see -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1987.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seunghee chinggu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any photos with Yukei, but the four of us caught Sherlock Holmes : A Game of Shadows together. I hate to sound like a bimbo, but I was really confused by the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty good movie, though I had to go online and read a sypnosis in the middle of it to understand the show better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1990.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo in the super horrible and smelly toilet. I think I should stick to shopping at Ion next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1991.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1992.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1994.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1995.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super good lighting in a neoprint booth! Much as I hate the green background, my iPhone photos seem to become of high quality. Unfortunately, my eyebags also wanna come out and party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1996.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super vintage purikura! Shall drag Jianting to take one with me sometime. Bade farewell to the girls soon after and headed to Marina Square for a TTR dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1999.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom during a long, worryingly expensive yet jerky ride on a Comfort Cab, during which I managed to apply tinted lipbalm. I amaze myself, sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7744.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7744.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya about my puffy face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7737.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7737.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7746.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7746.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7747.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7747.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7748.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7748.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like the elder sister, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7749.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7749.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy DX with Theodore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7752.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7752.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7753.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7753.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the Sukiyaki and Kimchi soup base to boil. OMG, that's the most tortorous part of eating shabu-shabu style... DAMN TORTUROUS MAN!!! If Mel were there she'd faint from hunger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7757.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7757.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Aunty Kat! She surprised us all with her eye makeup and bold lipstick that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many more photos were taken after the soup boiled. Just thinking of the super yummy and tender meat is making me hungry right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/pedobear_drool_AGES_RESULTS-s350x282-56449-580.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/pedobear_drool_AGES_RESULTS-s350x282-56449-580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like pedobear hungry for children. How inappropriate is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6909285617483365613?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6909285617483365613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6909285617483365613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6909285617483365613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6909285617483365613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/22nd-december.html' title='22nd December'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3008201462847391740</id><published>2011-12-23T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:53:11.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days after 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My small birthday celebration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7385.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7385.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTR's Peter Pan Collar Top in Crimson and Fairy Lights Fishtail Skirt in Navy! Happily wore this out until I was told that we were heading to Sentosa. Thank goodness I brought a change of clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7388.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7388.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tram to Siloso beach. I can't wink for the life of me! (And my double eyelid tape looks like a wriggly worm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7389.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7389.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small eyed asian gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7391.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7391.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we did this expression simultaneously and only realised afterward. Cool or what? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7400.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man in suit. Normal, right?&lt;br /&gt;Not so in Sentosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7402.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7402.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7403.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7403.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7412.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a hermit crab. Or a sea snail. Either way, it was pretty cool! I've never noticed the wildlife (?) in Sentosa before. Imagine how many crabs and snails we killed, prancing about on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7420.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7420.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7423.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7423.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7428.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7428.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun's eczema flared up. It looked really raw and painful in real life :| Looks like he fought with a baby shark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7432.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7432.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bo xim people. They were playing Monopoly Deal when my cake was brought out and they continued to sit there happily, all while singing a birthday song half-heartedly -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7436.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7441.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push-up challenge in the sand! Seriously? I doubt I could even do 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7448.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7448.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pretty sunset before we left. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5177-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5177-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Prive cafe at Keppel Bay Yatch Club to meet my sisters and was surprised with a helium balloon! I LOVE HELIUM BALLOONS, SERIOUSLYYY! Best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5183-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5183-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5184-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5184-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy Girl Romper in Burnt Sienna and Tree Fairy's Toga in Creme Brulee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5186.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5187.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5187.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail Lounge Dress in Sunshine Yellow. All decked out in TTR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5198-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5198-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5207.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5207.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super delish smoked salmon salad that deserves a photo. Coming from a veggie-hater like me, this is pretty impressive! Just... Not the tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5216.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5220.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cakes were pretty good. I liked the black forest most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5237.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5237.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super flattering angle. My legs look endlessly long! Can you believe that I'm 150cm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5243.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5243.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5245.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good toilets are always a conducive photo-taking spot thanks to the great lighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ended 9th December. A little dull, perhaps, but I really felt the effort and love from my close ones and I think that's what's most important. :) And besides, I always have my 21st to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Support Group outing a week ago at Paragon, Canele! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5538-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5538-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5567.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5567.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was fully dressed under the TTR label. I'M NOT A TRAITOR, I just couldn't find the romper I planned to wear! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5574.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5574.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise birthday cakes for Sophie and I, December babies! Please look at my gluttony face, ready to devour a horse. We were all stuffed from the main courses but the cakes were goooood stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5578-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5578-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My disgruntled face was a result of Aunty Kat messing up my hair on purpose right as we were taking the photo. Bah! I look gorgeous no matter what. BHB enough for you guys or not? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently blogging from my cousin's laptop. Am heading to Malaysia early tomorrow - and when I say early, I mean 6-in-the-freaking-morning-early. Miss me y'all! Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3008201462847391740?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3008201462847391740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3008201462847391740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3008201462847391740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3008201462847391740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/14-days-after-9th.html' title='14 days after 9th'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5564706894198799067</id><published>2011-12-21T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:17:38.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working life (somewhat!)</title><content type='html'>Okay I know I said my birthday post was coming up next... But I've been pretty busy with, erm... Watching a Korean drama. :D AND WORKING FOR TTR, OF COURSE *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really... I'm not one to go crazy over kpop - to be honest, I get a little annoyed when everyone talks about it - BUT HOW COME KOREAN BOYS ARE SO CUTE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/tumblr_lowq4nDjL41qbr9b4o3_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/tumblr_lowq4nDjL41qbr9b4o3_500.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/jeremyoppa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/jeremyoppa.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favvv in the drama, "Jeremy" (Lee Hong Ki &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;^-^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) You really have to watch to know just how adorable he is. Not talking only about his looks, but mainly his role in the drama 原来是美男! So cute I can't even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/9f31c5b4868aab5e8bd4b28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/9f31c5b4868aab5e8bd4b28.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Squeals like a crazed fangirl and foams at mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to post about the main lead Jang Geun Suk too, but I realised that other than "He's really handsome in a manly way" I have nothing much to rave about :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna bore the uninterested, so here's one photo of him to end this segment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3-bonus-jang-geuk-suk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3-bonus-jang-geuk-suk.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis Jolene actually noticed that he has one eye bigger than the other but hey, he's still damned good-looking. My boyfriend also like that. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been helping out at TTR's office for the past two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_19461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_19461.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Erica, my fellow junior-minion whom I've been overseeing the self collection sessions with. She's really a bit crazy (in a good, fun way) but simply lovely to be with! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any customers who came on the first two days and were disappointed because they didn't get to see Joyce and Jolene... I apologize! Don't throw stones at me please, 我只是照吩咐做的 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much work left for me to do after, so I met up with Crystal Rambu Tan earlier today to catch a movie and do some shopping (sounds like I wanna go supermarket buy vegetables...)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="hhttp://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_19581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_19581.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crys texted me last minute and told me to dress with the theme casual rock in mind. I was like huh simi?! Good thing I have a stash of punk-wannabe accessories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="hhttp://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1963.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1963.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wear a black knitted top but I decided to bring it to Malaysia instead so I just threw on an oversized Zara shirt (too big even for my bf) and tied it. OTD taken in the toilet! Glamourous or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1965.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girls after catching Alvin and The Chipmunks 3. The movie was nothing awe-strucking but definitely cute! Theodore (the chipmunk, not DX's boyfriend) is just too lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaobai is my Theodore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend (♥) came to meet us after work and we just milled around, having fun being stupid. Discovered that streets of Orchard are treacherous... Loadsa people asking for donations, surveys and whatnot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with doing surveys and I actually spent $12 on donations today, but apparently Crys and I got sabotaged to take photos for some babe hunt for &lt;b&gt;TOKYO BUST EXPRESS&lt;/b&gt;. TWICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boobs look very small is it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5564706894198799067?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5564706894198799067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5564706894198799067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5564706894198799067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5564706894198799067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-life-somewhat.html' title='Working life (somewhat!)'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1541384408328145325</id><published>2011-12-17T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:48:37.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usk mee annie ting</title><content type='html'>Belated birthday post coming up next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, please feel free to send me questions on Formspring to curb my state of boredom at &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/jessaiee"&gt;formspring.me/jessaiee&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1541384408328145325?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1541384408328145325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1541384408328145325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1541384408328145325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1541384408328145325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/usk-mee-annie-ting.html' title='Usk mee annie ting'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3182514861075890084</id><published>2011-12-15T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:23:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the right track baby</title><content type='html'>Hi dudes and dudettes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with Stephanie (the infamous &lt;b&gt;ex&lt;/b&gt;-archenemy of mine) yesterday at The Rail Mall for a self-organised photoshoot. Thankfully, we got quite a few decent shots before the downpour :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually took almost 200 photos but some were pointless and many were repetitive or unglamourous so I narrowed it down to 99 - you can check out the full set of photos on my Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some I really liked :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5293.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5294.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired Doc Martens from hell. These shoes stained her feet and ankles so badly it looked like she had an incurable skin disease. Thankfully it wasn't green, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5296.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5296.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5306-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5306-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5309.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to wear to a shoot but TTR, right? :) Loving the Fairy Lights Fishtail skirt in Tiffany Mint! Definitely one of my favourite pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5316-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5316-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't trying to dance - I almost fell! The narrow rails were super hard to balance on and the prospect of falling face-first onto the rocks were not reassuring at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5326.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5326.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5328.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5328.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cattail mustache! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;^-^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5336-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5336-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not pointless. This is artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5338.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5338.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5357.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5357.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5363.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5365.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5365.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love this skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5370.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I was doing but... Just a break from the model-wannabe photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5376.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5376.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo before my next outfit. &lt;b&gt;I IS LUB THEES SKURT x18674192&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5398.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5398.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artsy photo by Steph while I got changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5404.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to draw eyeliner properly without a good mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5441.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA okay this is obviously photoshopped and I only look remotely like myself. It was an unflattering photo but I kinda liked the feel of it so I just over-edited myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom from TTR again -&amp;nbsp;Urban Legend High Waist Jeans from collection 51. You must be a faithful customer if you recognise it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5445.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite of the lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5490.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5490.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5452.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite photo of Steph! She looks like a mermaid here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5476.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5476.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the dude in the background of the photo? He kept wandering about the place throughout the whole shoot and popping up in our photos. I have nothing against him but man... Why photobomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5485.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5485.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5487.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5495-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5495-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5500.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first ever candid shot in my life wherein I don't look like a fat big-mouthed buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5503-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5503-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubbz face. I don't smoke, by the way (okay obviously right, the cig isn't even lit)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5509-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5509-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look really stupid holding on to the middle of an unlit cig... It's okay let's all pretend it's chalk that I used to write on the stone wall or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5513.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this look like I'm walking out of the camera screen? It's okay if you don't know what I'm talking about... I'm not that sure myself. But yes, farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.: Thanks to the readers who helped click on my ad(s)! You guys are such a lovely bunch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3182514861075890084?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3182514861075890084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3182514861075890084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3182514861075890084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3182514861075890084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-on-right-track-baby.html' title='I&apos;m on the right track baby'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-4672164521499165149</id><published>2011-12-13T15:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:43:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoa-flavoured marshmallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6247x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6247x.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Irrelevant photo to start off, as usual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup homies! I'm feeling all bubbly after some online retail therapy at Threadless. Haven't bought things in a while :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually out of what I got, only 1/4 is for myself. Okay I bought 4 items but you know. It sounds dumb if I say oh out of 4 only 1 is for me har har okay I don't know what I'm rambling about please just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love buying things for other peepz (provided it's not a rush-to-find-something-suitable birthday present)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I met up with Crystal (&lt;b&gt;Giant&lt;/b&gt; Tan) yesterday for our dog-bonding + baking session! She makes me feel even more dwarf-like than I already am. Whatever okay? I am cuter than her. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept saying all models love coke while she sipped hers. WHATEVER! As if I believe that's gonna make you more model-material... *Gulps 6 cans of cola*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5264.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5264.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5265.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, Cocoa (who is usually anti-social) was super friendly to Xiaobai but the furball was acting high and mighty as always. I swear she doesn't only think she's human, but also a princess -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good though, they seemed pretty chill in each other's company! Xiaobai usually shuns other dogs (and cats...) out of fright and disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5267.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5269.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianting came over after his first day at work and finally got to see Cocoa again! I was worried things would be weird (for the clueless, they used to be together - the humans, I mean, not Jianting and the dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we all had a pretty great time together WHICH IS AWESOME. I've always believed in closure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, on the other hand, the cheesecake we attempted making without an electrical mixer and proper whipped cream reportedly tasted good "if we call it oreo cheese icecream". So... Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-4672164521499165149?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/4672164521499165149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=4672164521499165149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4672164521499165149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4672164521499165149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/cocoa-flavoured-marshmallows.html' title='Cocoa-flavoured marshmallows'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7843671760640536717</id><published>2011-12-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:38:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_62721.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_62721.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a period of time I felt really gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an arrogant bitch, like someone already has, but I'm sure everyone has had days where they felt like they could win a freaking beauty contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not, but close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that I'd be overjoyed as long as I reached my goal weight of 42kg; I've been stuck at being 45kg for... eternity. I thought I'd feel like I was at the top of the world, like I was near perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit 41kg recently, yet I feel no slimmer or prettier. I feel disgusting, fat, and downright ugly a lot of the time. Of course, it could be just PMS talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that there is NOTHING wrong with the pursuit of beauty. Everyone wants to look amazing. Everyone wants to be so perfect that no candid photo borders on unglamourous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pursuit of beauty is neverending. When we achieve, we start to crave for more. It's simply human nature to chase after the better - how else would you explain addiction to plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if you've been going through lengths to improve your looks - or other aspects - and you feel exhausted and as if you still suck. You are not alone (*breaks into a song*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in all seriousness, I'm sure many of us have felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to look back and see how far you've come. Even if you're still in the same state, deemed pathetic by yourself, at least you've tried!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7843671760640536717?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7843671760640536717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7843671760640536717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7843671760640536717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7843671760640536717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-9107977269980392857</id><published>2011-12-11T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:38:55.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Obvious to the rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/reallyhotmail.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG REALLY? No shit, Sherlock! I've always wondered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-9107977269980392857?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/9107977269980392857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=9107977269980392857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/9107977269980392857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/9107977269980392857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/captain-obvious-to-rescue.html' title='Captain Obvious to the rescue'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-2274485208852266431</id><published>2011-12-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:06:56.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck being sick</title><content type='html'>Actually felt like blogging properly today but I'm down with fever, sore throat and a motherfucking annoying migraine that's been bugging me since forever. I seriously feel like dying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I die, all the money in the bank account is for my boyfriend k? Then he doesn't need to suffer from money problems already. Hahaha, I figured no one in my family needs my measly sum of savings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this from my iPhone right now. I don't know what I used to do without it, man! I must have been one bored soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to die alone. Sayonara and have a good weekend xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Please let me recover by Friday!!! I may be dreading my birthday but... I don't wanna be sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-2274485208852266431?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/2274485208852266431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=2274485208852266431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2274485208852266431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2274485208852266431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-being-sick.html' title='Fuck being sick'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7338903205315312322</id><published>2011-12-07T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:41:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of stupid titles</title><content type='html'>Baked choc chip cookies with sissy Jolene two days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5137.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the cookie batter ready! Looks yummy already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5138.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5139.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulding into shapes. Looks good enough, doesn't it? Don't be fooled... We couldn't be bothered to shape the rest of the batter after the first batch so they all ended up shapeless blobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5144.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5143.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nomz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5145.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes into the oven and the first batch is ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5146.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored and shaped the last of the batter differently. Can you guess what it's gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5147.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-too-famous Hello Kitty! Hahaha okay I think it looks pretty good albeit being somewhat deformed... With disgusting choc chip moles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the deformed cookitty (LOL) to Janelle the next day! &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5158.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5158.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever pretty bestie! :D Okay obviously my face isn't this skinny but it was a bad photo so I just edited myself. Let's just all pretend we don't notice anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5157.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Paradise Dynasty. I was craving for their xiao long baos again! YUMMM wish I could have some right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5160.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for food...  I don't know how she can be so happy with her stomach empty *glutton mode talking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5161.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died and went to heaven. Not sure if I remember correctly but if I'm not wrong, the flavours were sichuan, garlic, cheese, ginseng (!!!), black truffle, original, foie gras and crab roe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING ATE THE GINSENG ONE OMG IT WAS SO BAD!!! Didn't enjoy it the least bit T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the ginseng and the garlic, I liked everything else! Black truffle and original was really good :) The flavours were distinct but not overpowering! Thumbs up. Can't stop raving about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat everything while it's hot though, the skin hardens after it cools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5162.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5162.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramen which honestly wasn't bad but paled drastically in comparision. And they actually got our order wrong, the chicken was supposed to be steamed/boiled. Janelle ordered this but ate like 3 spoonfuls -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5163.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5163.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5164.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wearing TTR's Surprise Me reversible dress in Hot Hot Pink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare my utmost love for toilets in Ion. I'm a public-toilet anti but boy oh boy their toilets smell even better than those at home. And it's so spacious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, what you see on Janelle is a boring maxi but you should've seen the back. Talk about bringing sexy back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Already Famous at Cineleisure after lunch! We were super lucky to get the last pair of seats... Which were unfortunately at the very first row. Maybe that explains my neck ache today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already Famous was an enjoyable movie but it didn't wow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5165.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumz from Best Fries Forever! I forgot that Janelle hated cheese (yet another to join the anti-cheese club, huh Seunghee and Aaron?) and ended up eating most of this. Glutton-Is-Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into Jasmine who was working at Frolick! Would have gotten a froyo but I figured I wouldn't be increasing her salary so I decided against it. Not a fan of sensitive teeth pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7338903205315312322?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7338903205315312322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7338903205315312322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7338903205315312322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7338903205315312322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/enough-of-stupid-titles.html' title='Enough of stupid titles'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6658776476255600763</id><published>2011-12-03T01:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:54:01.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashen charcoal</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd be really thankful it if you took a second just to &lt;a href="http://sg.churpchurp.com/jessaiee/share/cantlivewithouttech?utm_source=social_btn&amp;amp;utm_medium=sharing"&gt;click this ad&lt;/a&gt;! (I swear I'm not trying to rickroll you guys or anything k ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet, 29 &amp;amp; 30 November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4594.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4594.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic tank top in pink from The Tinsel Rack! Dressed casually since I didn't stay over at the chalet (so I ended up being there for a grand total of 3 hours on the first day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you must be thinking "Huh of course casual what chalet only right?" But... I admit that I'm super vain, and I wanna look good + outstanding all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4595.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4595.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo to prove that I am not (entirely) obsessed with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4597.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4597.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate molten cupcake that Wanqi giraffe and Xinhui hippo baked for my birthday! Okay la they actually baked for the whole class in celebration of the Dec babies. So sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lettering was "happy birthday" and I couldn't decide which cake to choose. In the end I took h since it looks relatively like J after I rotated it! Besides, with photoshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4597x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4597x.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I could have posted this and you wouldn't have ever known! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4598.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4598.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in the kitchen. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4601.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4601.jpg" width="410" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look so tired :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4602x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4602x.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My annoyingly bimbotic babygirlll ▲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4606.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4606.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4608.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4608.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4604.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4604.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4611.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm looks anorexically skinny here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4616.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4616.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe hopped over from her chalet to accompany me - coincidentally, her cca and her class had chalet on the same day at Changi as well! :D Love her maxxx she seriously never fails to make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4615.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4615.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4617.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4617.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4618.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4618.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4622.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4620.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4620.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4621.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4621.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a break from the stream of camwhoring photos to bring you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4625.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4625.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Hahaha I seriously don't know what's up with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4630.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4630.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs look so damned long and slim in this photo wtf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4633.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4633.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cute because I'm still 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... I think I'd be acting cute even when I reach my 20th birthday! That's one good thing about being small, you look 4eva young (take my sis Jolene for an example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4634.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4634.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty scenery when I left. Makes Changi look like a serene vacation spot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home by 7 so that I could wheedle my dad into letting me stay out later than usual for the BBQ night. I actually made myself sound like a somewhat good daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddyyy you know tomorrow I have a chalet... Everyone is staying! But I'm not staying... But then hor, tomorrow got bbq so can I--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"K LA K LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7006.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7005.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7007.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Warrior flare tank stolen from sis' wardrobe! Still wearing the same pair of shorts... And trust me, my arm looks nowhere near being this skinny in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7012.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7015.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did quite a good job sharpening these two photos. The quality was so crappy but I thought I looked quite good so I die die also wanna upload x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7018.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7020.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7022.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7023.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7029.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7030.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy looked at this and said "Eeyer why your arm not proportionate one?! Your forearm bigger than your biceps... LIKE MONSTER!" Okay I seriously don't look so skinny normally idk why liddis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look so much better in my own photos even pre-editing... Maybe it's because I take a shitload and delete half of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of editing, I used to photoshop myself a lot more and I end up making myself look super unrealistic! My face shape would become a "V" instead of how it is (like... a \_/?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7031.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played checkers with the bimbo and I lost twice in a row. I was never good at this :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7033.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo with Lekha's (?) shades while she was asleep and it only strikes me now that she might have minded. Sorry if you don't like it Leks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7035-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7035-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the bbq. Check out Syahmi with his released inner glutton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7036.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do we do while people are hard at work? This. Gleeful slackers... No wonder we NEVER get nominated for any class awards T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7038.jpg" width="410" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the yellow tones in my hair would go away! It would be asdfghjkly gorgeous... Close to my dream hair colour (the more practical one, other than flaming red or sea blue or baby pink...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7040-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7040-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first kitty that I saw that night. So adorable! I'm gonna assume that the kitty is a she (I assume all cats are female)... I feel weird calling her an "it" since I never use that term with my dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, halfway through the evening there was a MASSIVE fly attack - believe me, it was GINORMOUS - and we got quite freaked out. We realised all the cats in Changi knew how to spring up and catch the flies in the air, which was quite cool sight! After a few minutes, a whole flock of birds swooped down to catch the flies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I bet half of you went TLDR but whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the whole thing was intimidating yet amazing... Here's a pointlessly short video to show you how it was like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="238" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j3uc3mgThUs" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It honestly looked scarier when they were just metres above you :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 minutes everything was gone. Carcasses and half dead flies started falling everywhere FOL wtf... One dropped on my head and everyone was trynna convince me it was a leaf -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7049.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7050.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I love about flash photography : I don't have to edit anything AT ALL! I don't know what it about flash that makes people look more radiant and even slimmer. Besides... NON-BLUR! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7053-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7053-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7055-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7055-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The method I went about to capture these kittens on camera was funny. They were all really wary and I couldn't get near them, and flash photography made them look like unidentified blobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Singping illuminated them with her phone's flashlight and I managed to catch them in a clear photo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;^-^&lt;/span&gt; They looked so smaaall I wanna give all the milk and tuna in the world to them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi is full of kittens and guess what they eat? They eat flies. FLIES! That's abnormal, man... Cats aren't supposed to eat flies right?!? We even saw one eating a fucking frog WTFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, they ate whatever we gave them, including chicken scraps and sausages. I sure hope they don't fall sick :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7056-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7056-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianting came all the way to Changi via public transport to send me home &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;^-^&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got quite frustrated with each other before he got here 'cause he couldn't find the way but Jiexin kept praising him, saying he's so good to come to this ulu place he's never been to before and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUCH AN UNAPPRECIATIVE GF SOMETIMES (but only sometimes)! Sorry boyfriend *pats head* I will upgrade myself so you'd better improve too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.: We only realised that we forgot to take a group photo after everyone left on the third day. Facepalm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6658776476255600763?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6658776476255600763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6658776476255600763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6658776476255600763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6658776476255600763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/12/ashen-charcoal.html' title='Ashen charcoal'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j3uc3mgThUs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7621517190767324712</id><published>2011-11-29T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:50:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC camp dinner</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! It's been a while. Last week has been an emotionally exhausting one, hence the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't been a particularly exciting one (yet!). I did go for my CCA camp dinner on last Tuesday, though, so here are photos! Be warned that my face in almost every single one is the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6760.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6760.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White basic tanktop and Rahrah Cheerleader Skirt (in Apples) from TTR, as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6771.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6771.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduates, otherwise known as The Oldies. Hello?! I'm 15, not 51!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6763.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6763.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6765.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6765.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Qinglin, two of my closer juniors! :) Janelle and Stephanie were both absent so I felt a bit lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6766.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6766.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6767.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6767.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6770.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6770.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6768.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6768.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one disadvantage of using G12's swivel screen? People end up staring at themselves and not the camera lens - look at the last photo for a prime example! Tsk, Kamlesh, such self-obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6772.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6772.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6773.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6775.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6775.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6777.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6777.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6778.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6778.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6779.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6779.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6780.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6780.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last photo is big not because I have a secret crush on Afiq, but because I only have one photo - of food - left and it's pretty weird to put it beside us. Look :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6780.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6780.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6774.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6774.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOOD WAS GREAT THOUGH :D I hadn't been having much appetite days prior to the camp dinner but I scarfed down everything on my plate. Yums. Best camp food ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hadn't realised how much I've missed all my ATCians until we stepped into the canteen and were welcomed by the deafening group of enthusiastic juniors T-T Wish I had appreciated them more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was super noisy but the atmosphere was just lovely. I realised that while I was a senior in the exco, I hated how talkative everyone was - no one could shut up for just 5 minutes - and I was forever shouting and being frustrated with their lack of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But taking a step back, they're the loveliest bunch of juniors I could ever have. I'm just glad I don't have to mind them like a naggy mother anymore! :p Definitely going back to visit them sometime next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, end of update. The rest of my week was spent lazing around, with the exceptional trip to the library where I borrowed 8 books with my sis Joyce. Can't wait to finish them all! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, back to sleep... I wouldn't have been awake if not for Loges, who excitedly called me at 9 in the morning and asked "OMGGG DID I WAKE YOU UP" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/dog_falls_asleep_in_the_water.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/dog_falls_asleep_in_the_water.gif" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;(You might not be able to see this gif if you're on your phone!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: My wifi is being a total bitch and I'm blogging on my desktop via the 3G hotspot from my iPhone right now. How pathetic is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7621517190767324712?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7621517190767324712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7621517190767324712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7621517190767324712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7621517190767324712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/11/atc-camp-dinner.html' title='ATC camp dinner'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7747869620274202932</id><published>2011-11-23T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:14:54.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WARNING : VERY LONG POST AHEAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I checked Nuffnang today morning and this was what I saw :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Novhits.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Novhits.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this can't compare to many bloggers out there (not even those ahlians with loads of friends) but I was so happy to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has been pretty unexciting for a while and my hits got as low as 20 during the O levels period. Surprisingly, despite low traffic, I kept getting the bandwidth exceeding problem near the end of every month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my state of joy, I just spent $40 to upgrade my photobucket account for 2 years. NO MORE BANDWIDTH-EXCEEDED BANNERS! Hooray :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Graduation Ball, 18 Nov&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, photos with minimal captions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6468.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6468.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6470.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6470.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready at my house before heading to Hilton Hotel! We took nearly 4 hours to get ready. WAT?! I don't know how either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6479.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6479.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6481.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6481.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6482.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6477.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6485.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6485.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6483.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6483.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly blurry photo with the prettiest girl in our cohort, Tessa ♥ BF USED TO WOO HER FOR A LONG WHILE! She's just perfect - pretty, amazing figure, great family background, wonderful personality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop talking before I'm labelled a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6484.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6484.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6493.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6487.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so tall and slim here :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6488.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6488.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6491.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6491.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe the cow and Shawn Low, my twin. Love them both, they're always here for me when I need them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6493.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6497.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6497.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6495.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6495.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Koh! One of my newer friends, but someone quite easy to talk to. I owe him big - Jianting and I had a fight at the start of prom but he helped to resolve it! :D THANK CHU BRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6501.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 老婆 Jillian. So proud of her, she was crowned Prom Queen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6502.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6502.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6505.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6505.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6507.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6507.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6510.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6511.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6511.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidante, as well as my Facebook wife, Tiffany. She looked so different that night! She doesn't like to be complimented but FUUU she looks hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6512.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6512.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bavani. Noticed anything yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're wearing the same dress! It was in different colours (as you can tell, obviously - why am I even saying this?) though. Thankfully we aren't enemies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6513.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanqi and Xinyi, both of whom looked absolutely gorgeous. I'm starting to sound like a broken record, am I not? EVERYONE LOOKED GREAT THAT NIGHT LA OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6515.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6515.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Koh, who won the "Who has the longest breath" challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6516.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6516.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6517.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6517.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some act-glamourous shots for a refreshing change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6508.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6508.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6518.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6518.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6525.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6525.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4evakookygalz95@loveslookingstupid.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6522.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6522.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6526.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6526.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandatory photos in the toilet. What is it about the lighting in toilets that make photos look so much better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6529.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6530.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6531.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6531.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6532.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6532.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6533.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6534.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6534.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6537.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6537.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6538.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6538.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, so sweet! The four guys going onstage to give the girl roses ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6539.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Just some serious bromance going on. All my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6545.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6545.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6546.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6546.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikai my 老哥! We always turn to each other when we encounter problems in our own relationships. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6547.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6547.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about the bromance. I told you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6548.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6548.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6553.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6553.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6560.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6560.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6557.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6557.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianting was attempting to photobomb us, but Grace stole his limelight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6562.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6562.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragus piercing! LOVE IT TO BITS (and I just realised it's not centralised but aiyah whatever right it's still awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6567.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6567.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6568.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop photobombing action that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6572.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6572.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6569.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6569.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my sugarpie and Seunghee with her Jialormee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6570.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3210, 4211 ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;The class of neverending drama and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6573.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6573.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6576.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6577.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6577.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6581.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6579.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6579.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6578.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6578.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying that Seunghee looked really motherly in the last photo. DON'T YOU AGREE? She looks like she's sending her son off to work for the first time! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6580.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6580.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last glam photo of the night. ROY ROY THE PRETTY BOY! My mum said he looks like he has Korean blood in him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked really good that night (especially many girls), even she-who-shall-not-be-named. It was fun to see everyone dolled up! The food was great and the company was fabulous... But the downer was that it was pretty boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6582.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6582.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what they were smiling about. BAH. We had to walk and wait for ages for a cab to MBS! My feet started hurting so badly I wore my backup flip-flops. And walked. In the streets of Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6583.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6583.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6585.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HEAVENNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night passed in a blur of alcohol-induced haze and lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Koh starting imitating Tekken fighters and also rolled down the hotel corridor. Yikai had to half-drag, half-carry him back to the room and he went "Omg Yikai you're so strong..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Fang got shit-faced drunk (wtf this rhymes) and couldn't stop talking for like 3 hours straight.&amp;nbsp;He even tried giving me relationship advice in a mixture of Chinese and English. I couldn't take him seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你懂 hor, when 你跟 Jianting fight, 我很 sad... 因为我不懂 what to do..."&lt;br /&gt;"你们两个 both 有一点 short-tempered, 可是 sometimes must 你让他, then 他让你..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6586.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6589.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a beautiful morning! I felt amazingly refreshed even though I only had 2 hours of sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6587.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6587.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny snorlax still in great depths of slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6590.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath of not removing my eye makeup properly. I look like &lt;s&gt;a raccoon&lt;/s&gt; I just got dumped and cried the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6595.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6595.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6596.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6596.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with two blurry group photos, that concluded my prom night! It wasn't out of the world, but it was definitely one stellar experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Nothing wrong happened at the hotel room that night! As for THOSE TWO in the balcony the whole time, though... I'm not sure about them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7747869620274202932?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7747869620274202932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7747869620274202932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7747869620274202932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7747869620274202932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/11/night-of-nights.html' title='The night of nights'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-8149177106165787929</id><published>2011-11-15T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:40:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flavour of freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115_2.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115_1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20111115_3.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently in TTR's office, waiting for the sisters to come back and look at the over 100 parcels I've packed by myself ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY GUYS! How are you doing? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last paper ended on Monday. And that was it. The end of O levels. The finish line of what we've all feared since our step into secondary 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cue dramatic music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not feeling much other than excitement currently. I can't wait for my day with Janelle, photo outing with Stephanie, kbox with my chinese-y friends, foodathon with Shawn L, dates with Jianting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much I wanna do that I'm constantly in a state of excitement :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have passed in a haze of playing Tekken, lazing around and... Playing Tekken 8D That's what happens when I get hooked to a game. My state of paralysis doesn't usually last long though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper updates soon; Prom night is on Friday and my level of anticipation is sky high. Has always been my dream to be prom queen... Wonder if that'll happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/yaomingmeme.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/yaomingmeme.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA yup okay probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-8149177106165787929?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/8149177106165787929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=8149177106165787929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8149177106165787929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8149177106165787929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/11/flavour-of-freedom.html' title='The flavour of freedom'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-840528334089609355</id><published>2011-11-08T03:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T03:48:02.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toadstools and wings</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! It's been... Not-very-but-kinda-but-not-really-long since I last posted something relatively interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is nagging non-stop right now 'cause Jolene went out prawning... I'm always the one left at home who has to listen to her worrying about the sisters like 4eva. I think almost everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why do both dad and mum seem to think telling me is of any use? I can't do anything, plus I'll just get annoyed! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you will be like "Huh how can you say that!" But you don't know how it's like lor. I never do anything wrong also must hear them nag every day! I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6139.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay mummy. I still love you k! ♥&lt;br /&gt;That bitch be fo' ever young. She's gonna be in her 50s soon and she still looks like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIMSUM THIS MORNING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6155.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6158.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such unadulterated joy. Pity there wasn't char siew chee cheong fun though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6166.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what this is? It's a ball of pan-fried siew mai! Innovative, though it can't beat the original. Har gow siew mai FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about food at 2 in the morning is making me hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6161.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tired from waking up early for dimsum. We never regret sleeping late until the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dimsum, did you ever hear the joke? The manager thought that the lights in the hongkong restaurant were too bright, so he decided to DIMSUM HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6165.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Looky my zit! Jianting spotted it the other day and he was like "Eh is that a pimple?!" Hahaha, I'm pretty lucky to be mostly pimple-free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's son, Reyyan. Look at how adorable he is! I am totally mother material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6163.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6170.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6169.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems pretty happy to be freed from the pain of being in my clutches. Your loss, bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my uncle + aunt! They've always brought us out for dinners and gave us allowances, even at our current age. They dote on us so much they even bring us overseas T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6210.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Huiying's (sissy's friend) house after brunch to visit her newly bought golden retriver puppy, Lionel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6176.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6182.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN LOVABLEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6190-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6192.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6179.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6184.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easy to take photos with him! Also, his paws were soaked - probably because he kept dipping his arms into the water bowl while he drank. I just hope it wasn't a pee-soaked paw :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds catchy. Pee-soaked paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppies are always so silly! Xiaobai used to chase the mop when my mom was doing the housework. I think she only chases food willingly nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6186.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff sniff... Food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6187.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee I'm rollin' ovarrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6193.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6200.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6203.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6207.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6208.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sad, soulful puppy (literally) eyes. I just wanna give him a hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_6211.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neglected rabbit in a corner. You must be a really loyal reader of my blog if you recognized her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-840528334089609355?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/840528334089609355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=840528334089609355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/840528334089609355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/840528334089609355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/11/toadstools-and-wings.html' title='Toadstools and wings'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-804465863338072190</id><published>2011-11-06T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:43:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the lack of updates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MY LIFE IS BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog soon xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-804465863338072190?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/804465863338072190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=804465863338072190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/804465863338072190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/804465863338072190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-lack-of-updates.html' title='Why the lack of updates?'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-560847690834885093</id><published>2011-10-29T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:04:15.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a mugger wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029_2.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029_4.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/Snapshot_20111029_5.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful naturally brown hair under strong light. Okay I know I look cock-eyed. Stop staring! I can't edit away stupid looking eyes okay, I tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just destined to look stupid. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I look even more manly than usual, I'm wearing clear contact lenses. My inner bimbo is horrified. But I have 3 months worth of clear contact lenses to wear... *Weeps in corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to say now, au naturale advocates?! What was it about me looking better without any form of makeup, huh huh huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I can't stand looking into the mirror when I look so bedraggled. Haiya whatever, it's the studying season now! Look like shit then look like shit lor. Nobardy cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man I'm so bored - and boring - right now. I shouldn't even be blogging! Next week is pure torture, two major papers everyday. Gonna stay in school from 7 till 5 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying - students dying indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-560847690834885093?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/560847690834885093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=560847690834885093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/560847690834885093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/560847690834885093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-of-mugger-wannabe.html' title='Life of a mugger wannabe'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/joyaholic/randoms/th_Snapshot_20111029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-2051950470584790794</id><published>2011-10-29T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:02:43.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>Ah!!! Oh, it's just you. Phew, your makeup for Halloween scared me! What are you costuming as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean you don't have makeup on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween! The top on my list of Favourite Occasions Singaporeans Don't Celebrate. I remember reading Sweet Valley novels and being jealous of the Wakefield twins; they got to dress up and go trick-or-treating! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just mentioning this on Twitter when Kat commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We celebrate Halloween too. It's just called "Hungry Ghost Festival"."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-2051950470584790794?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/2051950470584790794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=2051950470584790794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2051950470584790794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2051950470584790794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/10/haploweeny.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7082477444085434793</id><published>2011-10-25T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:58:28.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, ten thousand to go</title><content type='html'>Hi ho tiddly toes! English papers are down :) I still can't process the fact that I'm taking O levels. Ah thankfully I'm somewhat prepared for the coming Emath papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't see my photo on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4548r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_4548r.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be how I'd look as an Irish elf. Okay, not my best job ever. The light reflected in my eyes were photoshopped green accidentally and I look older for some weird reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER, I LIKE IT! :D Have always loved intense red hair. And besides, female elves are always sexy in most MMORPGs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited my friend, Wanqi, as well. She wanted dark purple hair :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/II-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/II-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mosiac-ed her sister's face in case she didn't wanna appear here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just pretty? :D Love the matchy purple eyes I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a another note, I swear I've got a few of the weirdest readers around. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/nuffnang.png/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/nuffnang.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who came to my blog today so far, via typing the above into search engines. Other than the qipao skirt... WHAT THE FUCK? How the hell did a person get here searching for HORNY CHIPMUNKS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is really warped. Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have videos of chipmunks having a go at it -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7082477444085434793?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7082477444085434793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7082477444085434793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7082477444085434793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7082477444085434793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-down-ten-thousand-to-go.html' title='One down, ten thousand to go'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7421159417257741807</id><published>2011-10-19T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:16:50.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go get 'em.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Haven't blogged in ten thousand years. Am typing such short sentences as practice for my science paper. Teachers been telling me how my answers are too lengthy and essay-like, boo (Omg a comma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who the heck still bothers checking if I updated :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been leading a frivolous and bitchy life. Haven't been so judgmental in a long time... Have a feeling that being with a certain friend of mine makes me this way. Thankfully I think I'm back to normal now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The bitchy part I mean, I'm still quite self-indulgent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be studying now that O's are just 5 days away (or 4?), but I can never get down to studying until night nears. Shall finish this up and attempt work! GONNA MUG TILL ONE TODAY YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0914.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding dinner on Friday!&lt;/b&gt; I actually went with my fringe up thanks to a bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5474.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5474.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5493.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5481.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5481.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0915.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking that I'm super narcissistic to go to a wedding dinner and return with photos only of myself right? That's because I didn't actually remotely know the bride and groom. At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just made us all tag along. Nevertheless, seeing people married just makes me sink into a state of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Study date at TTR's office with boyfriend and the sisters on Sat!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0950.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to look classy but everyone told him he looked like a farmer. LOL #fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5494.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5494.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5495.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5495.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5496.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5496.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5503.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5503.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5504.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5507.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5507.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5509.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomz. Yummy but light lunch at Chris' Teahouse before burying our heads into books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5515.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5515.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5516.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5516.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5518.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5518.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this please! A freaking mushroom grew into the office (which was on the second floor, btw). We all thought it was small until we realised this is only like 1/15 of the mushroom. The rest of it was growing outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5519.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5519.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fungi Remover. Sounds like a good job? No? How about Mushroom Terminator? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5526.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5526.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ Sakae! Mentaiko tofu omg yummms. Edible mushrooms this time round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5520.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5520.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my boyfriend Ricky Chao!&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me, don't kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please look at the photo below to refresh your image of Jianting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5496.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5496.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is pretty, he is pretty... *Chants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding dinner again on Sunday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5529.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5536.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5536.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for two big-ass photos of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5532-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5532-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5537.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5537.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda look demure. But then again I think I kinda look like a man. So I guess I kinda look like a gentle tranny...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5550.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5550.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5553.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5553.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD I TYPED IN THE WRONG IMAGE CODE AND THIS (right) POPPED OUT. CHECK OUT HOW WE USED TO LOOK BWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a freaky coincidence that a photo with sissy and I in somewhat the same position came out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... It was supposed to be like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5550.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5550.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5553-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5553-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5554.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5554.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo doth no justice. This skirt is fucking fabulous!!! Fairy Lights Fishtail Skirt in Chilli Red, from TTR. Mega love, have been wanting something like that since I was a kid T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5568.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another photo to express my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5563.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_5563.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I have a photo of them this time round. Unfortunately... I still don't know who they are. But eh isn't it cool how they went down the aisle on a... vehicle thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't cha think the groom be lookin' like Kenny Sia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/kennysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/kennysia.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit right? Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Updates from my iPhone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0986.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0986.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current lockscreen ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0949.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0952.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0954.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0960.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0971.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0979.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0996.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0997.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutiepie getting her teeth brushed. She hates it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7421159417257741807?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7421159417257741807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7421159417257741807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7421159417257741807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7421159417257741807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-get-em.html' title='Go get &apos;em.'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7796456993223988946</id><published>2011-09-09T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:04:53.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous combustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_38721.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in everyone, is a predator yearning to be unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that indeed, I am too damn lazy to do 30 letters (and since most of you are too damn lazy to read it too). Thus, I am picking the most interesting ones to do! It'll be done on my tumblr instead, soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT I WANT TO DO AFTER MY O LEVELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware I did something similar last year... But I never got around to what was on the list. I think three of them were to wear leopard print, to put on red lipstick and to wear a bikini... Nope, didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Get to 42kg and wear a freaking bikini.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. This is like my life ambition or something, I can never accomplish it -_- I've gotten to 43kg this year, but never anything below that. I don't actually mind being 45kg if I look leaner, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for sounding so superficial but hey, I'm vain and a girl. Whaddya expect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Read 8 books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrillers, chickflicks, non-fiction. I'm gonna try to read something I don't usually! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Go to USS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I haven't done that yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Go overseas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully... But I doubt my sisters will be free to go! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Maintain my friendships properly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go out with different groups of friends at least twice a month! Don't wanna lose them even before we go to different schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Bake at least once a month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bake at least twice a month, but I figured I might be too lazy to wash everything after I'm done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) Be a more useful TTR minion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall do all the non-admin 杂工!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) Sign up for dance courses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to shake out all my flab and tone up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) Experiment with my makeup!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two new eyeshadow palettes (176 colours in total) that I bought last year! I wanna try body glitter and lower lashes too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) Pierce my tragus!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7796456993223988946?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7796456993223988946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7796456993223988946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7796456993223988946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7796456993223988946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/09/spontaneous-combustion.html' title='Spontaneous combustion'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-8004646147684093227</id><published>2011-09-06T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:42:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being female</title><content type='html'>Being female has it benefits for sure - if you're ugly, you can always make yourself look mildly attractive with tons of makeup on, distract people with flamboyant clothing and eye-catching effects on photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a guy would just be labelled vain or more likely, gay, for doing the above if he feels insecure about his looks. (Erm to be honest it is pretty gross to see a guy with like sparkly photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being female sucks for one big reason. And that is CHILDBIRTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Childbirth pain for a while only what!" I hear you sneer at my ignorance. Aye, indeed that is true but EXCUSE ME how would you like a pair of scissors snipping your genitals during childbirth, men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childbirth isn't only about those hours you spend in labour. It also includes the hassle of suddenly getting your period - in school during an exam, or maybe even overseas without&amp;nbsp;ammunition,&amp;nbsp;staining your skirt, the moodswings that accompany it, the disgustingly horrible cramps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya, it sounds fine to those who haven't experienced it. NO IT FREAKING SUCKS! Especially cramps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, the after-troubles - weight-gain, insecurity, juggling between work and child... And the ever-traditional household where we stay home to look after a baby screaming bloody murder with no clue of what they actually want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, someone should just create a baby translator device already. Or an animal translator device! It's genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon I was telling Jianting to undergo a sex-change op and to let me be the guy instead. :D He can have my womb so we can still have kids next time!!! Am I not a genius?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't want to think about the extra organ I'll be getting. Nvm forget I said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to bimbotic stuff! Enjoying the benefits of being female ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3867.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3867.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3860.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3861.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3861.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3862.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3862.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3868.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3868.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTR's Skatergal Flouncy Dress in sky blue!&amp;nbsp;Non-edited, taken with the abandoned and looked-down-on S90. Nvm I still use you!!! (Ahem only because I can't find the new camera most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3873.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3873.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my love for camwhoring was inherited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3871.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3871.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3876.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3876.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3878.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3878.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sad-looking furball, Xiaobai. She's so adorable; she gets moody and ignores us whenever she sees us dress up because she knows we're gonna go out and leave her all alone at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just turned 4 and getting increasingly smart with this kinda useless stuff. *Shakes head* She's so friendly she'd sleep in a robber's arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to hit the sack! Meeting the boyfriend at 9.30 in the morning for breakfast before I head to school. Gonna pretend to have bad cramps and make him piggyback me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-8004646147684093227?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/8004646147684093227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=8004646147684093227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8004646147684093227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8004646147684093227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-female.html' title='Being female'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6952461226170931729</id><published>2011-08-14T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:16:01.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrupt burst of inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thetinselrack.livejournal.com/"&gt;The Tinsel Rack&lt;/a&gt; just launched their sales post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/salescover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/salescover.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the banner adorable?! I spent an hour hand-drawing - or mouse-drawing - it. Looks easy but it was unbelievably tiring to draw with a migraine bugging me. Have to thank sissy for the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paperbag-lookalikes are actually TTR's Jolly Shandy Peterpan tops. :D Can't stop raving about how cute this is *BHB*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6952461226170931729?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6952461226170931729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6952461226170931729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6952461226170931729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6952461226170931729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/08/abrupt-burst-of-inspiration.html' title='Abrupt burst of inspiration'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7980744950617856565</id><published>2011-08-13T16:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:07:33.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confection of affairs</title><content type='html'>It's been quiet around here, no thanks to Photobucket :( It kept giving me problems previously and I couldn't upload photos when I wanted to blog! Grah, this results in the mish-mash of photos in today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Racial Harmony 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time wearing an ethnic costume to school turned out disastrous. Those who follow me on Twitter should roughly know what happened!&amp;nbsp;Shan't harp any longer on the matter though, so clueless nosy parkers can pop over to my Twitter to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1252.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 70 bux dress worn only twice.&lt;br /&gt;(The whole point of this photo is for me to admire my skinny-looking arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1254.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1256.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second photo makes it look as if most people are donning costumes! On a completely random note, I can't wait for the class chalet after O's with this crazy bunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1257.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr K, our social studies teacher :) He's truly an educator not only on humanities, but life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1259.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the real Malay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1260.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hilarious cow and I, photobombed by the ever-crazy Lekha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1261.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1263.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1265.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1269.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1276.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1275.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1280.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty costumes and ugly backdrops :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1272.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1281.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1314.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1302.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me weird... And I say, birds of a feather flock together ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1315.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettygurl95@dontwannatakephoto.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1328.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally irrelevant photo of myself, looking like I have long legs. I was heading to Vivo with Jianting to catch Harry Potter... Which didn't happen because the tickets were booked for the wrong day ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up catching it on a random Friday after school! It's so good that it can't be put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sister's birthday celebration, 070811&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1863.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore The Adventure Explorer Denim Overall in dark wash with a tank from HK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1865.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1866.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1867.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin sister ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1868.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo little lion who doesn't get to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1876.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1885.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to pick Sophie up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1893.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Jones The Grocer for breakfast (as it turned out, lunch)! It has branches in Australia, New Zealand, United Arab and SG :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1901.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1902.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the queue of snail-speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1903.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe really looks like a mart here! Someone was saying that it was smart of them to have a shopping area; people who get bored of queueing can wander around and buy snacks or books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1915.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My caramel hot chocolate. I actually ordered a hazelnut hot chocolate but the waiter got confused! We only figured it out after trying Sophie's drink. Spot the identical-looking hot chocolate in the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering how come there wasn't any hazelnut flavour. *Facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1922.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Traditional English breakfast that I had as well! As a whole, it was pretty good though the bacon was overcooked. The sauteed mushrooms were not bad (coming from a shroom-hater, that's something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1926.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle of Who Looks Fiercer. Apparently all four of us look relatively intimidating when we're not smiling! Genes from our dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1933.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we look alike? Hahaha, check out my super messy half-eaten brunch and sissy's mad fluffy coconut pancake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1938.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedged myself in for a photo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_1939.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroids from Sophie! The four of us and the TTR team, taken on the previous day when we surprised the Sister :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family outings are always fun, especially with cousins around! Chatting&amp;nbsp;about the good ol' times never gets stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;National Day Celebration, 080811&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3842-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3842-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random artsy fartsy photo, taken by... Seunghee? I can't remember! Had to wear full school uniform for going up onstage to receive my certificate for Colours Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so blur, I walked the wrong direction after getting off, then forgot to return the scroll. This is what happens when no rehearsals take place prior the event! Made me look like a ditzy bimbo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3845.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3845.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laughing cow (get it, the cheese brand)! This year's performance was quite poorly planned, I spent 3/4 of my time wandering about, taking photos and talking to people on the second tier of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3846-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3846-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted fireworks before the NDP *Cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3849.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3849.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry but cute photo of... Guys. No other way to group them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3851.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3853.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3853.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3854.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3854.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls from the usual lunch group! Just missing Hazel and Lekha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3857.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3857.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my sexy girlfriend! Hahaha. Okay la, I half-forced him to do this :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3856.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3856.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3858.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3858.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with an equally artsy photo of my pretty boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the books... Ah, maybe after a break :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7980744950617856565?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7980744950617856565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7980744950617856565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7980744950617856565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7980744950617856565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/08/confection-of-affairs.html' title='Confection of affairs'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6723494884747820681</id><published>2011-07-17T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:16:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random and ridiculously overdue</title><content type='html'>I realised that my blog was starting to reek of unuse so here I am with a short update of what's been happening in my busily nerdy life recently! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping at 12 every night recently to rush homework - which probably sounds common and perfectly fine to some, but is a freaking nightmare to the sleep-addicted pig in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0235.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration for 黄健庭 on the 29th! Miss this crazily fun bunch of retards man, used to go for lunch with them almost every day after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0233.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you they were crazy fun (and retarded!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0249.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy with his lawful wife, Roy. (Oh gee it rhymes! Suppose that's the only thing linking "Roy" and "Boy" together. NAWJUSTKIDDING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0274.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0272.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0271-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0271-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0273.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0276.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what girls (plus a forced Jianting) do during the boringly desirable hours of a school's breaktime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0261.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo of my triangular-shaped (勉强 can say that it's a heart-shape) wound! I have completely zero idea how I got it but it's cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning : Fur ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0351.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super adorable ball of sleeping fluff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0294.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0295.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0297.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0299.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0303.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0309.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaingalz_07 donning a romper and a dress. Did you know that they were actually teddy bear outfits? My babygirl is the size of a teddy bear :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I didn't realise that she's been with us for nearly 5 years already! :( Hope she lives till she's 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0311.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her own clothing rack. No fair why hers all cuter than mine, I also want bumblebee hoodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0314.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0317.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0326.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usually neglected micro furball, Kimchi! She used to be mad aggressive and violent but nowadays she's just super fat and cuddly. :) Pudding was moving too fast for me to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them! They're living with Jianting and I get to see them once a week or so, like a mom in a divorced family ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Abrupt end*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6723494884747820681?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6723494884747820681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6723494884747820681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6723494884747820681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6723494884747820681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-and-ridiculously-overdue.html' title='Random and ridiculously overdue'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6317566391086604340</id><published>2011-07-11T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:30:57.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck afloat</title><content type='html'>For the first time I see the man I love and hate emote true pain and all I wanna do is to take it all away. But I'm sandwiched in the river with no means to go to either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take for the two shores to meet? When there's a will, there's a way; for even meanders can join to bring together two streams. How much would you bend to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my teenage problems seem so distant and dwarfed in comparision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6317566391086604340?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6317566391086604340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6317566391086604340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6317566391086604340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6317566391086604340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuck-afloat.html' title='Stuck afloat'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-2456649643218721482</id><published>2011-06-22T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:56:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop, get hungry, eat. Repeat. (II)</title><content type='html'>Here with the rest of my update on the HK trip! Finally, I'm speedier than the sisters for once. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0290.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0292.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milky and crazily awesome milk tea accompanied with breakfast. Trust me, this is one of the best I've ever had. Sad that it can't seem to be found anywhere in SG :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0304.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0308.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0313-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0313-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a clever guess of where we're headed to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0320.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0321.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland, of course. Where else would you find such cute themed trains?! I wish our MRT trains would be as such! Even just a prettier floor and wallpaper would everything more lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed so magical in Disneyland that finally, I had the feeling that I was on holiday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0322.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our imitation of Daisy Duck in a wonderfully taken photo but at an unflattering angle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0326.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the staff are dressed in an adorable manner! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0334.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ominous-looking grey sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Hongkong that day was even more temperamental than Singapore's! It alternated between POURING and BLAZING SUN within minutes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was that we were stuck with two flimsy umbrellas and no shelter because we were queuing to take photos with Mickey and Minnie mascots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0338.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0340.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it was all worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey gestured to indicate that sissy and I looked alike! We lied to them that we were twins. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0351.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0353.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0355.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bored girls auditioning for the role of Mulan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0358.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald and Daisy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mascots all had to behave like they were in love (Mickey and Minnie touching noses affectionally, for example). Can you imagine if they were actually same-gendered or arch enemies? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0360.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first souvenir shop! Everything sold in Disneyland was so cute I think we spent about two hours (in total) shopping for ridiculously adorable things. Imagine the carnage to our wallets. Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0361.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0366.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0369.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun trying on all the headgear! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0374.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0376.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking out of mice bottoms and pots o' hunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0394.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0381.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0388.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0392.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0393.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0406.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0409.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0402.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0399.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0401.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable camwhoring with our clipped-on ears! :D I love my fluffy white cat ears. Unfortunate that I can no longer use it without looking like a chao ahlian acting cute in SG T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0385.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popped into a random shop for drinks. Check out their cartoon looking kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0405.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helium orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0413.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbly colourful! (Yes, I realised my caption is stating the obvious... But whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0417.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposedly a Kodak Picture Spot, but it took us countless tries to take a proper photo in which both our faces and the castle in the background could be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0433.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to enter the 3D cinema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was tons better than usual - I had to keep from looking like an idiot by sticking out my hand to touch what seemed like was right in front of me! As a plus, a waft of cherry fragrance was emitted when cherry pies floated by on screen. :) Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0423.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0420.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0425.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every building looked so magical we couldn't resist taking photos everywhere :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0451.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey-shaped ice cream, and chicken pie with a Mickey emboss! The pie was overpriced at 3SGD but oh god, it was HEAVENLY. It literally melted in my mouth. *Spasms at thought of it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0460.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even popcorn stalls are cuter in Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0461.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0443.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0445.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeously doll-like Cinderella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, imagine if the girl was actually uncouth and rude in real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0463.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0464.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Lotso Huggin bear was really strawberry-scented! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0466.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Buzz Lightyear! He has a naturally smug face that makes me want to slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0468.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone's face is actually big enough to fill that frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0475.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oriental Mickey. Azn pride yo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0428.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite regret not getting this cute albeit useless souvenir. Penguin scrump bids farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0479.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0477.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our huge bags of loot from Disneyland. Take into account that sissy Jolene was actually holding on to another similar sized bag :O Horrendous suckers for all things cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0492.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0509.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out again after a short break in the hotel room to catch Super 8! :) The movie tickets resemble 4D / toto slips as well, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0497.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0507.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0504.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0505.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0502.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0503.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredandgoofygalz@waitingformovie.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super 8 was a pretty good movie, though slightly draggy and confusing! It was 0020 by the time we finished, so we hurried along shady streets back to the hotel room to retire for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0513.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last morning of our time in Hongkong. It hadn't felt like 4 days at all, just a reeeally long day out shopping and having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0527.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0526.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogwarts themed display outside Times Square Mall!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0520.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0518.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have lunch at a toilet-themed restaurant, but we got there only to find out that it was already closed down! :( Would have been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0532.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Agnes B cafe instead (Pronounced ang nah bay)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0534.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the array of food available :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0542.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little, Times Square Mall is really huge! It's 13 storeys high :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0546.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0552-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0552-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0555.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was meh but desserts were great.&lt;br /&gt;Psst, the blob of chocolate cake is named Chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0558-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0558-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0565.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded jie mei hua :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0571.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What greeted us when we stepped out of the mall. I wonder how they convinced the grandma to be their endorser (?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too soon it was time to go to the airport... But not before we took more stupid photos! (Oh man I'm gonna get killed by Sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0583.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0585.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0588.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0589.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0599.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0604.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that... *Turns back to mountain of unfinished homework and gulps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-2456649643218721482?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/2456649643218721482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=2456649643218721482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2456649643218721482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2456649643218721482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/06/shop-get-hungry-eat-repeat-ii.html' title='Shop, get hungry, eat. Repeat. (II)'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/th_IMG_0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5840515626548582595</id><published>2011-06-20T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:24:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop, get hungry, eat. Repeat.</title><content type='html'>Here with an update of half of my HK trip from 12th to 15th June! :) Going to dimsum land with the sisters was a blast. I miss the ridiculously cheap shopping and streetfood + milktea sprees already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0071.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0078.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making our getaway via the precariously bumpy Tiger Airlines! The flight was really jerky and the lack of a clean, nice-smelling toilet almost killed me. I'm super anal about toilet cleanliness (O, irony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0080-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0080-2.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisters were proving to me that I sleep with my eyes open. In my defense, who the hell is a glamourous sleeper and at a bad angle too, anyway?! T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached HK and discovered the disastrous situation of having booked a wrong hotel. The three of us ended up having to squeeze-sleep in a Queen-sized bed. Thankfully no one is obese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0101-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0101-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set foot on the streets of Hongkong for some late night shopping! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0116.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super. Good. Curried. Fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's depressing about this photo? It's the fact that I wasn't eating the fishballs but I look like I have one jammed at the side of my mouth. (And my eyebags wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0139.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public bus that people in HK dramas are forever rushing to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0121.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies' Market! This was like a way more elaborate, huge and crowded version of Singapore's night markets, with added variety and crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting item sold there had to be this g-string (HA I got your attention didn't I) which had a 3D elephant with it's trunk popping out the front. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0108.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man with deformed hands, writing down many meaningful chinese quotes on a long stretch of paper along the road. Aren't his chinese characters just beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0124.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettily pink SLR. And only now do I see the price. WTF WHY SO DAMN CHEAP?! (6 HK dollars = 1 SG dollar!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0130-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped over to New Town Mall, where I got one of my best buys - this super cute bunny keychain. FROTH AT MOUTH. Why are things with no mouths so damn cute, just like Hello Kitty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0126.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the latest shoe trend - flatforms. Shoes that have heightened soles which are flat throughout. IMO... Oh ye icon of fashion disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Town Mall was really similar to Far East Plaza, but mostly loads cheaper! Did quite a lot of satisfactory shopping and walking around there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0170.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading for late dimsum the next morning after a torturous night of cramped sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0178.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0189.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0197.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was seriously radish in their carrot cake. Gulp, definitely not my kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0203.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're talking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0233.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel room for a short break before heading out again! In case you were wondering, I changed my clothes because the blue top was too exposing for me. It&amp;nbsp;basically&amp;nbsp;covered... not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0263.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This departmental store is da bomb, yo. The three of us spent about an hour waffling around in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0266.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0269.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy desserts after shopping! I look madly tanned and with extreme tan lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0273.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0276.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the cute buses! They're guided by lines connected above them. I don't really know how to explain it but it's somewhat like how bumper cars work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/IMG_0282.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at another outlet of H&amp;amp;M for definitely more than an hour or two. It was five freaking storeys high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That actually concluded the first two days of our trip. Not many photos since we were all busy shopping and eating! :) Will update with days 3 and 4 soon, almost a 100 photos dedicated to that (Disneyland!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to pack for school and panic for the rest of the night about how unorganised I am and how much homework I haven't done, even after slaving and having study sessions with my porcupine boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML, can't wait for O levels to be freakin' over. The stress is eating away at my sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5840515626548582595?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5840515626548582595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5840515626548582595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5840515626548582595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5840515626548582595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/06/shop-get-hungry-eat-repeat.html' title='Shop, get hungry, eat. Repeat.'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/HK%20trip%202011/th_IMG_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-8580975550471556570</id><published>2011-06-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:28:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update #934775</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm just here in passing to mention that I promise to update this space soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been using the computer much lately, thanks to endless tiffs and shouting matches with Daddy (Ironic how I say this when it's Father's Day today). Haven't been going out much either due to the same reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'll find time to update somehow so check back in a few days! Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-8580975550471556570?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/8580975550471556570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=8580975550471556570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8580975550471556570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8580975550471556570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-update-934775.html' title='Short update #934775'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3259920463508140095</id><published>2011-06-08T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:50:51.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden Slug</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4th June, Double date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3634.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3634.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3638.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore an upcoming piece from The Tinsel Rack! Shows my undying support for Sister's blogshop... And obviously not my laziness to go shopping for my own clothes *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I love wearing clothes from TTR! Manufactured pieces are forever flattering. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3644.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3644.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain girl #2 with a share of her own selfshots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3647.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3647.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vain girl #3, looking worn out even before we've stepped out of the house... I don't know what she does that makes her so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3658.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3658.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily set off in the crammed-with-clothing car of ours after a frustratingly long wait! I was having extreme PMS that day and poor boyfriend had to bear the brunt of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_36541.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_36541.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored kids in the backseat. The headgear has been left on the car since last Christmas - which I'm starting to anticipate, looking at this photo. Pity we don't really celebrate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't ever seem to celebrate all the fun occasions, like Halloween (!!!) :( Trick-or-treating sounds like it would be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3659.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3659.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally arrived at The Garden Slug after much confusion of spiraling about the roads. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_36651.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_36651.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look a little odd but... HEYYY I'm back to wearing contact lenses! :D My infection actually lasted 2 or 3 weeks, but I wore lenses due to vanity reasons during the Sports Carnival anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE INFECTIONS ARE A PAIN FOR THE VAIN. Take care of your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3661.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3661.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy Jolene with her newly-brown boyfriend. He seriously looks Malay in real life now, after a vacation at... Uh... I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_36691.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_36691.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare photo of both of us. In the 8 months we've been together, I think we've only taken 3 or 4 proper photos together (excluding webcams)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3677.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3674.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3674.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3672.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3675.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look that appetizing but up on my blog purely for the sake of it. The food was pretty mediocre for the price, but my beef sandwich was pretty good. Yes I realised the contradiction there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy came up with the conclusion that pet-friendly restaurants that provide pet food generally produce not-so-nice cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I actually quite agree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3679.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3679.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a picture of the darling furball! She looks micro-sized compared to the gigantic hand, omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3259920463508140095?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3259920463508140095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3259920463508140095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3259920463508140095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3259920463508140095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/06/garden-slug.html' title='The Garden Slug'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6209965397897195491</id><published>2011-06-01T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:34:52.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars, Venus and sweaty kids</title><content type='html'>I just read something interesting on jokediary.com :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;HER SIDE OF THE STORY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in an odd mood when I got to the bar, I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit late but he didn’t say anything much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was quite slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn’t really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, in the cab on the way back to his house, I said that I love him and he just put his arm around me. I didn’t know what the hell that meant because you know he doesn’t say it back or anything. We finally got back to his place and I was wondering if he was going to dump me! So I tried to ask him about it but he just switched on the TV. Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to sleep. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and we had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to leave but I just cried myself to sleep. I dunno, I just don’t know what he thinks anymore. I mean, do you think he’s met someone else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIS SIDE OF THE STORY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team lost. Felt kinda tired. Got laid though.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that relatively amusing because it's so true! Many girls (I am guilty of such) tend to overanalyse and worry about little things that actually mean nothing much to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our imagination just tends to run wild sometimes. Boys and girls, keep this in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm here with my update on last Friday's Sports Carnival! :) I have a mixture of photos from my camera, my iPhone and others' cameras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0058.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0060.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting the class banner! :D&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... Does anyone know where it went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the only photo of my smelly boyfriend since he didn't want to take photos on the day. Meh, we never have colliding good hair days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3562.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3562.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seunghee Kimchi :D Gonna miss her so badly when she goes to America. My everything-also-can-talk-about buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3564.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3564.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty and nice bimbo buddy, Loges :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3566.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB and Lekha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254878_10150193895610942_631360941_7468865_2637415_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254878_10150193895610942_631360941_7468865_2637415_n.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254200_10150193896240942_631360941_7468871_5760678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254200_10150193896240942_631360941_7468871_5760678_n.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging up the class banner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/251101_10150194620377699_703057698_6891836_2095558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/251101_10150194620377699_703057698_6891836_2095558_n.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3570.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Yikai look like he could be a professional. Um... Wire coiler...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0070.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girls crowded into the toilet to colour-spray our hair just for the sake of it. Pardon the vanity, it IS our last class event after all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0073.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikai (looking like he has sonicspeed) chasing after Wong to attack him with a canister of hairspray. :D Evil students we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0077.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert befitting caption here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0080-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0080-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0081.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0082.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0086.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bimbo in me likes it. (The heart on my face, I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0087.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE COWWW! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I've not talked about her on my blog before! I've been hanging out with this crazy (believe me...) girl &amp;nbsp;loads this year and she's a really great person to be with. 4eva hilarious and spontaneous! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0101.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong, glamourous as usual and with dubious looking splotches on his pants... Which were actually milo stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0107.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying about being glam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3579.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3579.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling in the middle of the stadium when Party Rock Anthem played for the third time that day. Notice how it's half populated by boys from my class! :D Epic as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3582.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3582.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiexin princess! She's usually prettier but we hardly take photos so I put this up anyway. The poor girl lost her phone and money prior to this :( GONNA GET KARMA YOU THIEF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty odd how Aaron who sat beside me, had his money stolen and mine was untouched. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0109.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo of pretty clouds. Skip caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3590.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of this hill lies the pitiful Mr Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3601.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3601.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3603.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3603.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the equally pitiful Mr Yong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3608.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3608.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the HAHAHA JIANHAO GOT DAOPOKED LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3597.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; moment they shufflin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3598.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3598.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like they're fighting but trust me, I doubt my class will ever end up in a fight! We're probably the most childish class you can find in the sec 4 level. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3609.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is cool (and not because Aaron's bigass face is plastered on it)!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3610.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncool giant-looking son. Oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254995_10150193905380942_631360941_7468987_2021289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254995_10150193905380942_631360941_7468987_2021289_n.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254774_10150193905755942_631360941_7468990_6655846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/254774_10150193905755942_631360941_7468990_6655846_n.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely 4/2! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been long since I've put up such a lengthy blog post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6209965397897195491?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6209965397897195491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6209965397897195491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6209965397897195491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6209965397897195491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/06/mars-venus-and-sweaty-kids.html' title='Mars, Venus and sweaty kids'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-4331677904311140485</id><published>2011-05-21T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:27:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running late as usual</title><content type='html'>Heya guys! So as usual... I'm late in blogging about the belated Mother's Day celebration we had for mumsy. :D In my defence, I had exams! &lt;s&gt;Though they ended on Monday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3532.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3532.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3533.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3534.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3534.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In TTR's Coral Sunshine Avenue dress! Babydolls are not really my thing, though... Think it was my first time wearing one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3790.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3790.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3791.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3791.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4evagoofygal@camwhore.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3809.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3809.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought mummy to The Asian Kitchen at Ion! We were commenting on how our busy mother hasn't gone to Orchard in ten years when she cut in indignantly and said it was actually twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3813.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3813.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeous and hilarious sisters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3815.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3815.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3819.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3819.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3821.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3822.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3822.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food pictures to torment the hungry. The tofu was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3825.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3825.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour Sally frozen yogurt for dessert after aimless strolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3828.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3828.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vain mum kept asking me to snap photos for her, so here's one while we were waiting for the yogurt! And people wonder why I love taking photos so much... Blame it on my heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3827.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3827.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off my new white iPhone4, teehee. Give me a break, I deserve it after suffering with a 3 year old cranky Samsung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually really like this photo but I don't know why! I was pretty dubious of the outcome since mummy took it for me *guilty* but it turned out surprisingly good. Xie xie mummy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3833.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3833.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMEH. I was never a fan of frozen yogurt but it tasted really good with mochi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3839.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3839.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look so happy and cute, huh? LOOKS ARE DECEIVING!!! They were laughing at me! ROAR SUCH EVIL BEINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3843.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3843.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look mildly constipated here but haiya, our iPhone covers were just too cute for me to resist putting this up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3846.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3846.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that marked the finish of our simple but delightful outing. I was super tired and fell dead asleep the moment our feet landed home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the need to train my currently-pathetic stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, pictures from Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/229172_1682891841508_1513955520_31348978_3508102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/229172_1682891841508_1513955520_31348978_3508102_n.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/220991_1682892121515_1513955520_31348979_1855141_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/220991_1682892121515_1513955520_31348979_1855141_o.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/243016_1682892881534_1513955520_31348983_5390733_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/243016_1682892881534_1513955520_31348983_5390733_o.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/220093_1682910841983_1513955520_31349017_7296057_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/220093_1682910841983_1513955520_31349017_7296057_o.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/243084_1682892321520_1513955520_31348980_4631424_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/243084_1682892321520_1513955520_31348980_4631424_o.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and shopped with bestfriend Janelle Quack! I would be clichéd and say that I love her but wtf I hate her why is she so pretty and petite and popular walao FML -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-4331677904311140485?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/4331677904311140485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=4331677904311140485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4331677904311140485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4331677904311140485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/05/running-late-as-usual.html' title='Running late as usual'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1636981229951930148</id><published>2011-05-14T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:32:44.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majoring in nerdology</title><content type='html'>After a week and a little more of arduous mugging, the first round of my important examinations are over! :D I was pretty panicky for most of the week but things turned out pretty well. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby insist I am not a bimbo, despite my constantly frivolous and light-headed manner of behaviour! Though I guess that's a half compliment since bimbos are good-looking... But I feel so discredited since I sacrifice a lot of my time on geeky matters. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I shall devote half my June to fun and sun! I figure everyone deserves it and I'm not gonna coop myself in - I'd probably end up wasting my days gorging on chips and being a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTYIN' PARTYIN' YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, there still is an amath paper on Monday... But I4evaF9@math.com omg get it get it? @math!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3530.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I look different, stop staring at my beady pupils!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of my dedication of being a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I'd like people to think. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having an eye infection probably due to my stupid contact lenses, though I have only myself to blame for not being conscientious in handling them with clean hands. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look that bad here but it's really irritating (literally)! My vision keeps getting blurred. I'm probably down with bacterial conjunctivitis again, which is supposed to go away naturally within 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd how I never used to get infections even after keeping the contact lenses in for like 3 days without taking them out. I know it's dangerous and disgusting and whatnot... Don't judge my laziness, I've reformed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1636981229951930148?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1636981229951930148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1636981229951930148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1636981229951930148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1636981229951930148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/05/majoring-in-nerdology.html' title='Majoring in nerdology'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1762205491747685090</id><published>2011-05-09T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:53:21.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore and LKY appreciation post</title><content type='html'>Since the general elections are over, let's move on! (I'm sure many of you have seen my heated tweets on election night. Gulp.)&amp;nbsp;Before that, though, I wanted to talk about Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't look the part - I know, I look like some stupid ahlian who would complain about how boring Singapore is - but I really love being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk home alone and I fear that someone would jump out and mug me... Then I remind myself that I'm in Singapore and I feel so much better. :) There's no country safer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that Singapore can get boring. But then again, what makes you think you can't get bored in another country or town? Fun is something you can find everywhere with the right company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are many bad things you could say about Singapore... As evident from all the Singaporeans ranting on and on about the cost of living here. They say that everything is so overpriced and inflated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful our government isn't as corrupt - just pricey. You live so well in Singapore, obviously you have to pay more. You buy from Topshop and you buy from market, got difference also right? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has their own price. If you think Singapore is for the rich to live in, then just move to another country next time. I don't see the big fuss, since Singapore doesn't need the unappreciative anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot Singapore can improve on. But you think managing a country is as easy as cleaning a toilet? It's a miracle an island like us has progressed to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please. There may be things Lee Kuan Yew has said or done that you oppose, but he has devoted HIS WHOLE LIFE for this country. How many of us would be willing to sacrifice your whole carefree life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/lky-young.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/lky-young.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/lky-now-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/lky-now-1.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pro-PAP because I don't support some MPs in it. The reason I get angered by insults directed towards PAP, is because of this man who has contributed largely to build our country from rural to urban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate generalising. Stop saying PAP sucks 'cause there's still good in them. It's stupid how Singaporeans hate to be generalised and yet generalise our own government. I don't think you can do any better than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so harsh in judging, you'd never know how it really is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always seem simpler and easier when we're only looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/SINGAPORE.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/SINGAPORE.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SG PRIDE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1762205491747685090?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1762205491747685090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1762205491747685090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1762205491747685090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1762205491747685090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/05/singapore-and-lky-appreciation-post.html' title='Singapore and LKY appreciation post'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3316591989539015885</id><published>2011-05-07T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:31:18.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queasy</title><content type='html'>I've always thought people were exaggerating when they say "Aww I'm so honoured you told me first!" It was not so much a big deal to the loudspeaker-like person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I guess I know how it feels, being one of the last to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to do? I'm a dumbass for abandoning my friendship. What's the point of realising now when your friend no longer needs you or thinks about you the way you think about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I finally had all I needed. That it would be all sunshine from then on. Meh, I'm still the girl who can never find friends. Nothing has changed since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate being me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3316591989539015885?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3316591989539015885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3316591989539015885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3316591989539015885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3316591989539015885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/05/queasy.html' title='Queasy'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7048916029880176806</id><published>2011-05-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:53:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-way roads</title><content type='html'>Certain things can never be recovered once lost. You can try all you want but it will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen marks can never be erased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7048916029880176806?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7048916029880176806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7048916029880176806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7048916029880176806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7048916029880176806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-way-roads.html' title='One-way roads'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3532834803731385755</id><published>2011-04-24T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:44:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a less boring weekend!</title><content type='html'>Went out on Good Friday with Pancy and boyfwen to celebrate her belated birthday! Pretty odd combination... Thanks to several people who cancelled out on her. Nevertheless, it was still pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos, though, since both of them are camera-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;So... just my own, then ;D &lt;s&gt;As usual&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3238.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3238.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3236.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole owl-patterned tank from one of the sisters :) This outfit combination paired with the wedges I &lt;s&gt;once again&lt;/s&gt; stole from sissy makes me unusually skinnier. iLike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I went to HOGC for service yesterday after Ben's invite. As some probably know, I'm a freethinker and my dad is not exactly for the idea for Christianity... But well, there's no harm in trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3270.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3253.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3253.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3272.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3272.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3276.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3278.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effects by camera :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the furry throwover I had on yesterday! Nearly died from roasting though; the brown colossal fur layer made me feel like a freaking bear in the midst of the baking weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loitered around Paya Lebar station for about an hour waiting for everyone to turn up before going for service! It was really awkward for me initially because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wasn't that close to most of the N Acad people there, and&lt;br /&gt;2) It was my first time at church and the enthusiasm hadn't sunk in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, though, it was really inspiring - especially Beesiew's speech. I guess I could relate to that, to a small extent. Bata or Prada she's still loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie dolls are created with great care, but every one of us are created with even greater care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Macs after service for a quick dunch (dinner-lunch)! It was actually my brunch since I didn't have any time to eat prior that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3282.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick meal before our bus ride to a cafe in Tanjong Katong to lay a surprise for Kaimin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3285.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3285.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3283.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3283.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3284.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3284.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3286.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find this cafe familiar, you must be a regular reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3290.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3292.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Pinch of Salt - where we brought mummy last year to celebrate her birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3287.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3287.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3289.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3289.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3312.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3294.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten thousand photos, the star arrives! Pity I didn't take a photo with her using my camera. Then again... there were enough camera flashes going off throughout the dinner -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally not looking forward to checking my facebook and horrifically discovering the barrage of unglam shots the oh-so-kind Stella and Wenbin took of everyone (especially me wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I might continue this once I get the photos! Had a really smashing day with everyone, they're all super outgoing and great conversation partners :) It's such fun to hang around them! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I lub my bf. He took 45 minutes to come all the way to TJ Katong to accompany me home 'cause it was late. Heh okay okay I'll stop showing off and get off now ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3532834803731385755?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3532834803731385755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3532834803731385755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3532834803731385755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3532834803731385755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-less-boring-weekend.html' title='Finally, a less boring weekend!'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6100024922799924021</id><published>2011-04-17T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:06:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a wondrous journey</title><content type='html'>I had my very last performance with ATC two days ago. All the while before that, while rehearsing for the big day, I've been complaining and declaring that I can't wait to step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that it truly is over... I don't know how to feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATC has helped me grow so much since I was an immature 13 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought people who "don't know how to put it down in words!" were just limited with their vocabulary. But now, I'm at a loss. There isn't any way I can describe what I've experienced with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gonna miss this. I wouldn't have gotten it anywhere else. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3111.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3114.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3114.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3132.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healed friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3144.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibeh-lame Gang consisting of Janelle, Stephanie, Malcolm, AfiqT, Wenbin and myself... Although to be honest, the only really lame ones are the first two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3145.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3146.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE SNR CAME BACK FOR SPEECHDAY :D She's still so small and bubbly. Gosh, I really miss the seniors. It's just so different without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3149.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3152.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3156.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3164.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3166.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3166.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE SEC ONE BOY JUNIOR! He's super cute, omg. I wanna have a son like him next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3172.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3172.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3178.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3181.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3181.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3184.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3185.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieyi and Kailin! They're a really sweet and friendly bunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3187.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3187.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3186.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3188.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbos United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECHDAY WAS KICKASS. I'm never gonna forget it.&lt;br /&gt;ATC helped me fulfill my dream of dancing a solo onstage. So it was only a count of 8, but who cares? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6100024922799924021?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6100024922799924021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6100024922799924021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6100024922799924021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6100024922799924021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-wondrous-journey.html' title='End of a wondrous journey'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7203790425788732334</id><published>2011-04-10T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:42:54.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiaobai out at the playground!</title><content type='html'>Hey dearies! We've been bringing our little fluffy kiddo out recently during the weekends, to Nex's pet playground for boredom curbing (of both her's and ours)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last week :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3009.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-looking Xiaobai with Suan, one of the unofficial helpers in TTR shoots :) Ben, sissy and I brought her out after she finished her photoshoot in the early afternoon. Star dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3012.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Insert random caption befitting of random photo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3017.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look really worn out here :/ It's like I aged 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3023.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3038.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a friendly toy poodle at the playground :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3055.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... To be honest, she was a little overly friendly. She kept on bounding up to play with Xiaobai, scratching my thigh in the process the whole time -_- I'm just thankful dogs don't have claws like those of cats'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3060.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3040.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3052.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our joyously anti-social kid. She refuses to interact with other dogs for some unknown reason. Jeez, arrogant spoilt brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3047.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains this photo of her frantically escaping the friendly toy poodle. You will hardly ever catch me on camera laughing out loud again; it's usually so unglamourous I cast the photo to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3058.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3079.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3080.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3091.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3086.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3086.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sho kyute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3066.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_3065.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this cafe's name! Doggiestyle. I don't know if I should be amused or disgusted. Either way, it was pretty apt since two dogs were getting it on in there... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2889.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2897.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfshots are making less and less of an appearance on this space. ANYWAY LOOKY MY HUGEASS BRUISE. I have no idea how I got it! I look like I got abused -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought darling out together with Boyfriend after I visited my little critters Pudding and Kimchi! They're slowly travelling along in the path of obesity. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2901.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2901.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet-looking dog :O Her fur grows super fast, I wish my hair was like so. (P.S. Check out the sexy arm beside her LOL. Srsly. It looks nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2902.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2905.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2904.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo adorable! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2907-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2907-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2906.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with Xiaobai in her infamous green straw bag. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7203790425788732334?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7203790425788732334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7203790425788732334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7203790425788732334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7203790425788732334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/04/xiaobai-out-at-playground.html' title='Xiaobai out at the playground!'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1810997609449006693</id><published>2011-04-05T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:48:55.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual</title><content type='html'>I don't get people who make a big fuss out of people who make a big fuss out of Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why only criticise Valentine's for being a profiting scam and an overhyped occasion when there are others like Mother's Day? What is it about couples that just make people dislike such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's sweet for a while but pretty sickening to see lovey-dovey acts between a couple as a third party. It's no longer about envy but more of disgust. Idk, maybe it's just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my brain isn't very date-orientated since it's April and I'm talking about this. Meh, I'm a little (very) odd today :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1810997609449006693?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1810997609449006693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1810997609449006693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1810997609449006693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1810997609449006693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/04/annual.html' title='Annual'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1901875898450202491</id><published>2011-04-02T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:26:19.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost ready for the circus</title><content type='html'>Been busy this week juggling school, relationship problems and CCA responsibilities (speechday is coming up!). It's crazy, I've never been so busy before. Moodswings and now, cramps, aren't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to learn to juggle damn well or go monkeys. Either way, the blog title is still apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH W#E$R^&amp;amp;*()_@#Y&amp;amp;S CRAMPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've got no good news to blog about for my weekend post, I decided not to dampen the mood by whining and moping about on my blog. So, I'm going to introduce my lifesaver today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taps fingers impatiently waiting for the photo to upload*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/BREATHE-RIGHT-NASAL-S-R65286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/BREATHE-RIGHT-NASAL-S-R65286.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really looks like pads&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing most have heard what BreatheRight is for. But I'm guessing most haven't heard that I'm snore like a bulldozer when I sleep... Unless you stalk my dajie, Joyce :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoring has been one of my worst habits (?) - it was so loud once, Xiaobai woke up in the middle of the night and started barking lolwtf. Totally unfeminine, I know! I've been troubled by it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was worrying about how if I snore like that even when I grow up, my future husband will dump me. Or make me sleep on the sofa. Sadlife@Isnore.com. Okay, I admit I think too far sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was pretty skeptical about BreatheRight since I've heard that they don't work for quite some people (like Kennysia) and I was considering surgery to correct snoring if they didn't do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY DID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I tried it, Sister was super amazed at how silent I was when sleeping though I was having a blocked nose. If you didn't know, blocked nose = breathe through mouth = higher chance of snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. This pad-looking-packaging saved my life. Such joy. One unglamourous habit off the list, a few thousand more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1901875898450202491?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1901875898450202491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1901875898450202491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1901875898450202491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1901875898450202491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-ready-for-circus.html' title='Almost ready for the circus'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-4279664890116237981</id><published>2011-03-26T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:50:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>Many people, when they first meet me, find me "fake" and possibly disgustingly desperate to make myself look better than I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I do go to lengths to make myself feel better about my looks (contact lenses, double eyelid tape...) and that's because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2458-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2458-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my bare face looks like in a surprisingly good photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I look at this, the more dissatisfied I get! Why are my eyelids so heavy-looking? Why my pupils so small? Why black? Why hair also black? Why complexion so bad? Why face so wide?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how I'd look like with fair skin, brown hair, purple eyes, small nose, thinner lips and a narrow jaw. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9846x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9846x.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF LOLOL KILLSELF AND DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a cross between a ghost and a transvestite!!! And a clown!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Actually if you cover the nose and onwards quite pretty la :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the weirdness! Let me brainwash you now with a big act-chio photo first. Forget, forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7668.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7668.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the wonder of makeup and editing. I could stare at this photo dreamily forever, pretending I look like this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I was actually kidding for most of what I wrote above! To be honest, I quite like how I look like at home &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt;... It's just that that face looks especially unattractive and unflattering in photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't wish they could look better? In society nowadays, standards of beauty are pretty distorted especially when it comes to being slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that for every 200 women, approximately 1 in 6 women have anorexia nervosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how true that statistic is, but it's pretty damn twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I bordered on mild anorexia towards the end of secondary 2, but thankfully the glutton in me decided to take over. I could survive a whole day without eating and I'd feel disgusted after eating just a small portion of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of beauty is a ratrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't learn how to see the beauty in yourself, you yourself will never feel beautiful no matter how amazing-looking you become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some view this post ironic since I am obviously an avid fan of making myself look better. Well, I feel so much better and secure after what I do, and I think that's the most important. Confidence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-4279664890116237981?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/4279664890116237981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=4279664890116237981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4279664890116237981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4279664890116237981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/03/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5876993880840030627</id><published>2011-03-20T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:25:45.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday, we be burnin'</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my relaxing week is over. It's time to get back to hitting the books and getting ready for Olevels. Nuuu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December Y U NO faster arrive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with boyfriend to walk around, grab a bite and catch a movie @ Marina Square on the &lt;b&gt;18th!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Rango.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Rango.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rango turned out to be pretty good for me but boring for him. I don't know whether it's related to me being a literature student :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A chameleon that aspires to be a swashbuckling hero finds himself in a Western town plagued by bandits and is forced to literally play the role in order to protect it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie with a punchline you wouldn't expect to find in an animation. Anyhow, it's a good and meaningful show to catch so long as you're not tired - it does have it's fair share of yawn-inducing scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing caught my eye at MS, which is a good thing for my wallet... But my wardrobe is so limited (Sister's clothes are all for skinneh people) I'm always late nowadays thanks to a wardrobe crisis. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a low self-esteem sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma save 30 bucks weekly and go on a crazy shopping trip after Os!&lt;br /&gt;(That means 1 buck a day wtf o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photospam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_12-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_8.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_10-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_10-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_13.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_15.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_11.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_21.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee I love making boyfriend do stupid things with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 months, baby!  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_12.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;s&gt;obviously failed&lt;/s&gt; attempt to act cute and show off my awesome glittery nail polish from OPI's burlesque series. It's really sparkly and pretty, but it chips off MAD easily even with top coats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly developed an unexplained adoration for blurry webcam photos. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20110318_10.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara~&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, pray for Japan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5876993880840030627?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5876993880840030627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5876993880840030627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5876993880840030627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5876993880840030627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/03/everyday-we-be-burnin.html' title='Everyday, we be burnin&apos;'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-4110749810276710626</id><published>2011-03-14T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:19:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing you the latest news</title><content type='html'>... A short account of what happened after Cross Country on &lt;b&gt;4th March&lt;/b&gt;. I know, I always make sure to update my blog with the most recent news, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! But first, I got a &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/jessaiee"&gt;formspring&lt;/a&gt; (click click click) since I was bored. So go ahead and ask me stupid questions if you're just as bored as I am! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running for 3.7km wasn't actually that bad for me this year, surprisingly! It felt humane enough, though I&amp;nbsp;almost died of exhaustion after that. &lt;i&gt;WEAK&lt;/i&gt;. The wonderfully disgusting sight of squashed millipedes everywhere didn't seem to help much either. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to chill afterward with my fantawesome classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2438.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2439.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spotted a whole bunch of topless guys (including my boyfriend...) huddled together at the swimming pool after running 3.7km. Mmm. Must be a wonderful smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2441.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2442.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2442.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2445.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2445.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2443.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey chipotle shaker fries are the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you noticed and were wondering (which I doubt so but just in case), my shirt says New Boyfriend Requests. Which was kinda but not really linked to the fact that I was having a cold war with boyfriend at that moment. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, now that I think of it, the shirt doesn't mean that I'm looking for a new boyfriend but rather that other people are requesting to be my boyfriend. Get it, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like new friend request... but boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the shirt doesn't belong to me! I stole it from Sister. I hardly ever wear anything that belongs to myself thanks to my limited wardrobe choices :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, thanks to David again for treating lunch to everyone in the picture! He's so nice though we always tease him and put him down in class. Everybody@feelsbad.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for a ten-hour long motivational workshop on &lt;b&gt;11th March&lt;/b&gt;! It sounds pretty intimidating but it actually wasn't that bad. My coach was super super friendly and I guess that made things better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2462.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2462.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2461.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2463.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that he's a kpop fan? Talking to Seunghee about Korean bands and language got him so intrigued and happy it was cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sister after the workshop to walk around town and catch a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Narcissism alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2465.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2465.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just love this photo so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maybe because I look nowhere near this in real life&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2518.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinokuniya! Absolute nerd haven ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2520.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly why it's the best place for me and my equally geeky sister to loiter about. :D We were in a serious dilemma when choosing what to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2523.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2523.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I couldn't make up my mind when standing in front of Happy Lemon. I seriously wanted to get nearly half of everything on the list! They all sound so unbelievably good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2521.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially over Koi. GongCha and HappyLemon are my new best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/GnomeoandJulietBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/GnomeoandJulietBanner.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Gnomeo and Juliet with sissy, who joined us after work :D It's a light-hearted and enjoyable animation that's sure to help you loosen up and get ready to paaartay for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I doubt I'll be doing much "partying" during the holidays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-4110749810276710626?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/4110749810276710626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=4110749810276710626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4110749810276710626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4110749810276710626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/03/bringing-you-latest-news.html' title='Bringing you the latest news'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-9004284530136335740</id><published>2011-03-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:07:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No darkness; only lack of light</title><content type='html'>Did you know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&amp;nbsp;February&amp;nbsp;is &lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt;, meant for girls to gift to guys;&lt;br /&gt;14 March is &lt;b&gt;White Day&lt;/b&gt;, meant for guys to gift to girls;&lt;br /&gt;14 April is &lt;b&gt;Black Day&lt;/b&gt;, apparently meant for singles to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Day is usually celebrated in Japan, Black Day only in SKorea. It's such a pity cause I love the idea of receiving white gifts on White Day and eating black bean noodles on Black Day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of black and white, I was just rewatching &lt;b&gt;Deathnote II&lt;/b&gt; out of pure boredom and dayum I wish L existed in real life. But then again, if he did, it would probably be pretty weird. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, still cool! He'd probably get diabetes in real life, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/L_change_the_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/L_change_the_world.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too lazy to continue with the incessant ramble, so I'mma let the pictures speak for themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2357.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2357.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2354.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2354.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2351.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2351.png" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2355.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2355.png" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2364.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2364.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2368.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2368.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cameras lie wtf &lt;i&gt;iLove&lt;/i&gt;. My thunder thighs have magically vanished here!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2371.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2371.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2382.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2382.png" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2397.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2397.png" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2388.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2388.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I didn't photoshop this? Bah, I wish I looked like that in real life. Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2410.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2410.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2414.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2414.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2425.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2425.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThaiExpress. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the ugly and gluttony picture above outta your mind, you guys have got to try the curried softshelled crab if you visit them! Sinfully delicious and superb with the raw onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, pictures of my little ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2399.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2399.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2383.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2383.png" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2385.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2385.png" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaobai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2407.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2407.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fatass&lt;/s&gt; Kimchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2403.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2403.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor little bloody (literally) Pudding. She fell into the Monster's Lair and got bitten up (Get it, get it?! Okay not funny) by Kimchi while we were cleaning their cage and freaked BF and I out 'cause she wouldn't stop bleeding (omg long sentence) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the little critter is okay now, albeit with an ugly scar above her eyes. NEVERMIND PUDDING, MAMA LOVES YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-9004284530136335740?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/9004284530136335740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=9004284530136335740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/9004284530136335740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/9004284530136335740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-darkness-only-lack-of-light.html' title='No darkness; only lack of light'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-964625530303275494</id><published>2011-02-21T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:24:19.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable day.</title><content type='html'>When we watch high school dramas, it always involves a group of super bitchy girls that make fun of the innocent. And we always feel for the bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in reality, we may do the very same thing; it's just that we fail to realise it sometimes until we look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always easy to&amp;nbsp;criticise&amp;nbsp;and put down someone just because you dislike him or her. I am guilty of that too. But verbal abuse, even if non-confrontational, towards a person who has done NOTHING to you is just horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to comment on a person because you cannot stand it, then for fuck's sake just say it to the person. On the other hand, shut the fuck up if you have no balls to tell the person up front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be a moment of fun to you. But you get hurt, angry and complain to others when you hear others make passing remarks about what they don't like about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power corrupts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't do unto others what you don't want done to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-964625530303275494?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/964625530303275494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=964625530303275494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/964625530303275494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/964625530303275494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/02/miserable-day.html' title='Miserable day.'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1902068106555861677</id><published>2011-02-19T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:13:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets from here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2194.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2195.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine's Day gifts. Special thanks to boyfriend for the mad awesome helium joy that are still bobbing around &amp;amp; my angels Yoram and Malcolm! You guys make me feel inferior for not giving better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peepo! It's been long since I've last blogged. I don't even dare to go to nuffnang to check my visitor count. But now that I've mentioned it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Peeks at nuffnang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it actually isn't that bad. Now I feel worse for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is to introduce the new additions to my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2293.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2293.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my super cute darlings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2294.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monthsary yellow-blue puddings I share with boyfriend :3 It isn't that obvious but one of them is significantly bigger than the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of calling the smaller one Pudding (ironically, someone's codename for boyfriend) and the larger one Kimchi since it totally suits their personalities! One's the softy and the other is a bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally infatuated. They're supposed to be kept at boyfriend's house but I couldn't resist leaving them at mine for a day more. Besides... his family looks like the kind who flushes hamsters down the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2313.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2314.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2320.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super petite and mad pretty Reggae dance teacher, Carol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last Reggae lesson at OSchool today. It was tiring but crazily fun! Got to know two of my classmates a little better. I preferred dance class today since the only guy wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could continue learning dance, but I'd rather concentrate on my studies for now. Besides, Reggae 2 won't be taught by Carol anymore. :( I shall&amp;nbsp;persevere until November and come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught The Ballerina who loves Bboy with sissy after dance class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_2336.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply fabulous. Every dance lover should catch it! Over an hour of dance and yet it seemed so short. Breakdance, ballet, reggae, popping and locking and other genres were incorporated in. Sooo dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all so good that at some points in time I had to go through a dilemma of who to look at! That made me realise, I'm the kind of person who looks at the subscenes and not the main scene. Is there anyone here like that too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1902068106555861677?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1902068106555861677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1902068106555861677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1902068106555861677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1902068106555861677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/02/snippets-from-here-and-there.html' title='Snippets from here and there'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-579253181752360751</id><published>2011-01-30T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:38:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfilling life of a geek</title><content type='html'>Hey gorgeous people! Have you missed my presence on the internet?&lt;br /&gt;/hopefulsmile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busying myself with school and to be honest... It really isn't that bad afterall. :) My inner nerd approves! Finishing piece after piece of homework is such accomplishing joy. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, I'm turning into a full-on geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT HECK IT'S FUN YAW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Chinese New Year to come, though, so that I can revert back to my fun-lovin' lazy-assed self for a few days and have frivolous fun dressing up and taking photos and socialising. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is definitely one of the year's festivals I look forward to the most. Practically unrivaled, since I don't seem to celebrate other fun ones like Halloween (!!!) and Christmas that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway! On a completely random note, I had Macs Breakfast today morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0010.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't look very appetizing... But I swear, it was the lighting. I mean, how bad can Macdonald's Breakfast get, right?! /glutton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around the table with the girls and nomming on pancakes make me feel so nostalgic. I used to have Hotcakes almost every Sunday morning back when I was a kid with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, everyone sleeps and wakes up so late that by the time our lids lift, it's time for lunch. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, sleeping off the calories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-579253181752360751?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/579253181752360751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=579253181752360751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/579253181752360751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/579253181752360751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/01/fulfilling-life-of-geek.html' title='Fulfilling life of a geek'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-2478622739845102797</id><published>2011-01-20T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:49:38.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spears of the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are&lt;br /&gt;and now flourish and grow warm with life&lt;br /&gt;and feed on what the ground gives&lt;br /&gt;but then again fade away and are dead.&lt;br /&gt;Homer, Century IX b.c&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why my life is in a hell of a mess but I'll face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those whom I've been flaring up towards, to those whom have been trying to make me feel better, to those whom I surprised (negatively) today during math class, I apologise and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to my dear son :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0007.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For singing the first verse of an oldie to me word by word and making me laugh though he was probably at a loss. 儿子啊，你长大了 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are my reason. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;我以為我的溫柔&lt;br /&gt;能給妳整個宇宙&lt;br /&gt;我以為我能全力&lt;br /&gt;填滿妳感情的缺口&lt;br /&gt;專心陪在妳左右&lt;br /&gt;彌補他一切的錯&lt;br /&gt;也許我太過天真&lt;br /&gt;以為奇蹟會發生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以為我夠堅強&lt;br /&gt;卻輸得那麼絕望&lt;br /&gt;少給我一點希望&lt;br /&gt;希望就不是奢望&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-2478622739845102797?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/2478622739845102797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=2478622739845102797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2478622739845102797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2478622739845102797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/01/spears-of-rain.html' title='Spears of the rain'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-4938004867105684350</id><published>2011-01-09T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:35:23.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8095_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8095_.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a phase of life where I'm starting to discover what the society is doing to us, as some of you can probably tell from my Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not really such a bad thing, learning what's good for us and what's not. Perhaps it's all just part and parcel of growing up. I'm starting to understand that "weird" people, as society labels them, may not be as weird as we criticise them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right and wrong is just something the human mind perceives.&lt;br /&gt;And it's different for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the same even for school. Who is to say that science theories are correct? They are, afterall, only theories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time. Meanwhile, I'll be conforming to the mould created specially for me, and working hard to ensure I survive my final year peacefully. School may not be wonderful, but it's a chance we're given to meet wonderful people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And the not so wonderful ones too. Unfortunately.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-4938004867105684350?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/4938004867105684350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=4938004867105684350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4938004867105684350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4938004867105684350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-8954388356373492842</id><published>2011-01-01T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:26:57.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why 2010 kicked ass!</title><content type='html'>Let's start with the least important reason, then move on to whatever I can think of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 : I discovered double eyelid tape.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/DET.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/DET.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I put this as the least important reason. Maybe I'm just pretending that I'm not the vain bimbotic person I really am :P But really, double eyelid tape changed my whole 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 : I was asked for my number.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure double eyelid tape had something to do with it. Anyhow, it was pretty flattering though it scared me. Getting guy friends to surround a girl's class while she's alone isn't really the best first impression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 : Speaking of which, I asked for a number too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically speaking I didn't ask for it... But I did stalk my eyecandy until I found him on his yearbook, and then on facebook. A little creepy, but he didn't seem to think so and actually gave me his number lolwhut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been my eyecandy since 2008, and I promised myself that if by sec 4 I haven't talked to him I would ask for his name. It's been my wish to get to know him, and I guess my wish came true earlier than expected :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4 : That reminds me : I got my first Valentine's day present.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to elaborate on, but I met a great friend through this though we didn't end up together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5 : Which leads me to say : Meeting my first official boyfriend and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6 : Finding people who really mattered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, Xiaobai, Janelle, Smelly, Xuexun, Tiffany, Yikai, Xinhui, Wanqi, and so on... I've met so many great people in 2010. I can't believe I've been missing out on them for so long. I don't know how I got through before I met some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7 : Confrontations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met my fair share of unlovely people as well. Friends turned backstabbing gossip-spreaders; strangers who judge my surface. There'll always be people like that, and I'm glad I came clean with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot less behind-the-back bitching this year and hell yeah I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8 : The way I've grown to look at things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I explain it?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shan't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9 : Studying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always one of those kids who never liked studying and thus never did so... Until 2010. I may not be the smartest, but I'm definitely not slow-witted either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10 : Just becoming a better person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not agree. But I know myself inside out. And I love the person I've grown to become. I always wonder if there'll be reincarnation; and whether my new self will match up to the person I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the reasons I loved 2010, while many others pray that 2011 will be better. A whole lot of bullshit has happened, but I don't seem to remember much of those. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-8954388356373492842?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/8954388356373492842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=8954388356373492842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8954388356373492842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8954388356373492842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-2010-kicked-ass.html' title='Why 2010 kicked ass!'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-9044266133454371674</id><published>2010-12-31T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:54:29.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn's Concerto and misc</title><content type='html'>I just spent my past 3 days watching the entire series - 21 episodes - of &lt;b&gt;Autumn's Concerto&lt;/b&gt;, 下一站，幸福.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/autumnsconcerto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/autumnsconcerto.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ady An and &lt;b&gt;VANNESS WU&lt;/b&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;/SPAZZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rave about it too much here since I doubt many of you are drama-addicted like I am, and I don't want to bore you to death. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I ridiculed the corny scenes in the first couple episodes I watched and rated it the average cheesy Taiwanese drama.&amp;nbsp;But now I have to say, this is BY FAR the least draggy drama I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By episode 5 the main character had a brain tumour. And from there on I couldn't stop crying all the way until episode 15 or so. Tragic. I think I cried for like 2 days. My eyes are half sized even right now and I tremble whenever I breathe in deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I didn't even cry anywhere near this badly when I broke up with my second boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the best Taiwanese drama I've watched so far, also the first that had me sobbing for over 10 episodes. Worth blowing 20 hours on watching it. I personally think it triumphs Fated To Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, ratings don't seem to agree with my thinking. Fated To Love You remains the top rated drama while Autumn's Concerto follows just one spot behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought our little fluffy darling out on a TTR outdoor photoshoot a couple of days ago! I tagged along, cramped in the backseat as a caretaker. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0080.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely awake after 6 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0083.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0093.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0091.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0092.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0113.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0118.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adorable co-star of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0147.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TTR's models, Melissa and DX! :) Both of them are so pretty and hilarious, me jellus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a ton of fun out as a caretaker, thanks to dajie Joyce who asked me along and my smelly boyfriend who went all the way to Vivocity to accompany me home&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_0127.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can your dog fit into this basket? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-9044266133454371674?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/9044266133454371674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=9044266133454371674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/9044266133454371674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/9044266133454371674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/autumns-concerto-and-misc.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Concerto and misc'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3274078226539162041</id><published>2010-12-28T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:38:22.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional escalator</title><content type='html'>"I hate when people hate me and don't tell me they hate me so I can then hate them with a proper reason to hate them. Instead they hate me on and off and don't tell me they hate me so I feel sad wondering if they hate me or if I'm just thinking too much when deep down I know they hate me but I can't push aside the possibility of them not hating me, and then I feel bad. I hate this. Why do you hate me?" -Lekhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy days recently, apologies for neglecting this space. Must be irritating seeing the same disgusting philosophical post every time you load my blog *points to below* Updates soon, promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3274078226539162041?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3274078226539162041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3274078226539162041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3274078226539162041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3274078226539162041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/emotional-escalator.html' title='Emotional escalator'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-4462480344029590060</id><published>2010-12-21T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:42:43.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash talking</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone reading this has at least once in their lives, spoken badly about someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of us, I believe, have done it over the internet before. We are allowed to hide behind an alias and attack someone with brutal honesty... So we do it because we can. Why not, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it started for me, but I used to enjoy the thrill of commenting anonymously on websites and checking several times afterwards to see if anyone responds. I know, I know... I'm a loser sometimes. But hey, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My realisation sparked from the saga between Peggy Heng and Jessica; the issue over the $2 note that started a whole episode where Jessica exposed Peggy's wrongdoings. It was pretty interesting, you can read it up if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No links but what's Google for, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty entertaining at first, gaining insight into the two bloggers' feuds with each other and seeing other girls get swirled in - Xiaxue, Qiuqiu and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On GossipGalore, there was a thread where haters dug up Peggy's old blog and pictures and&amp;nbsp;criticised&amp;nbsp;her for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about the photos where she obviously digitally enhanced it; I do it at times too because of my self-esteem issues. I don't see anything wrong except for the fact that she denies photo manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about photos when she was 17 or so? Typical selfshots with cute smiles and huge eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad comments are, of course, inevitable since the internet is harsh. What I disliked was people who commented on how ugly she was, how much weight she gained and that she should just close down her old blog since it's a total embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Even if you're beautiful and slim, do you have to put down others this way? No one gets to choose the way they look. Maybe you were blessed with naturally beautiful skin and a slim physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of us, in order to cope with the society's standards of beauty, actually resort to makeup, dieting and even plastic surgery. Have you ever thought about it? It may not be that we want to be a popular beauty queen. It may be simply because of PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we want to lie to the world that we are beautiful. Sometimes, it has to do with the esteem issues that we have with our own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I sidetracked. Back to the point. Everyone has a past that they're not proud of, some things that they prefer to conceal. But why should anyone be ashamed of that? You've grown; shouldn't that be a positive thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's most important is the person you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know if any of you guys here read GuruGossip, which I've discovered yesterday. Basically, it's a forum for you to express what you feel towards the gurus on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me start to dislike MichellePhan, whose videos I've been following since... Last year? And I never thought I would, but it made me start to feel negative towards Bubzbeauty too, whom I used to feel was a really beautiful and inspiring person though her makeup skills may not be professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it just struck me how vicious and manipulative the internet can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trolls may be only letting off steam because they genuinely dislike certain people and find no need to bottle it up since there's a platform to express yourself anonymously. I am guilty of that occasionally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people we're talking about are just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always find ourselves horrified at assault and murders. Is verbal abuse anything better? It is able to drive one to inflict pain on themselves, or turn bitter and inflict pain on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think twice before you throw a hard punch at someone?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think twice when you say something nasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, there will always be faults that people find in you to blow up and gossip about. But exactly how much better are they for doing that? If you are secure and happy with your life, why put down others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does trash talking really make you feel better about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-4462480344029590060?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/4462480344029590060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=4462480344029590060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4462480344029590060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/4462480344029590060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/trash-talking.html' title='Trash talking'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-94013636032516722</id><published>2010-12-17T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:17:29.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour and sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Loveletter.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Loveletter.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many endearing conversations I have with my boyfriend that strengthens our bond. Aren't we just the sweetest couple? Sigh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should REALLY be doing my homework right now... But since when has that ever stopped me from being on the computer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9032.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suki-Ya with the best friend yesterday! Wanted to eat at Iluma initially but eventually decided on Marina Square again, thanks to our craving for shabu-shabu and sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9038.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9039.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because lunch was just sooo good. Looking at this just makes me want to go there again, but I'm not supposed to eat there for the rest of December because I've been splurging on food. Boohoo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9040.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9045.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity visit to the restroom after stuffing our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9052.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love full length mirrors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I wore out! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutti Layered Chiffon in Flamingo Pink and Go Wild With Me blazer from &lt;a href="http://thetinselrack.livejournal.com/"&gt;TTR&lt;/a&gt;, cuffed shorts from Cotton On and red wedges from FEP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9053.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9054.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattering selfshots to show off my tragus piercing (and unintentionally, my double eyelid tape as well. BUT WHO CARES RIGHT I never said I was an au naturel beauty) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9061x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_9061x.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings &amp;gt; Everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, adieu. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-94013636032516722?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/94013636032516722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=94013636032516722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/94013636032516722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/94013636032516722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/amour-and-sisterhood.html' title='Amour and sisterhood'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3689367253937638920</id><published>2010-12-15T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:43:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel universes</title><content type='html'>Most people don't like to dream; they feel cheated that what they've experienced in their dream wasn't reality afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why not see your dreams as an alternate world where you can have what you can't have in this world? It's so much more interesting. What we can't do in real life, we can accomplish in our dreams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty boring; average Singaporean teenager with loads of issues (especially bitching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, I'm a mafia member who saves the world kirby-style, never dies despite going to hell once with my arch enemy, goes to wacky places frequently with random people and went out with Eyecandy 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit it doesn't sound interesting but they were all new experiences and damned exciting for me! I go to bed every night wishing I'll remember some dreams, since we dream every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, did you know that when you snore, you don't dream? Maybe that's why I've been having a lot of dreams recently, sissy mentioned that I stopped snoring ever since I started sleeping on a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of the dream trivia from my geeky side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 December, Double date!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so disastrous to plan for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Ben and sissy had a tiff and he ignored her texts so we thought we weren't going out together. Then they patched up, but by then boyfriend was out cold thanks to his overnight mahjong session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to his house after multiple calls from afternoon till like 6? And his door was open but his mum was cooking and couldn't hear me knock AND THERE WAS NO DOORBELL! Faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end before I gave up, his scary brother heard me *inserts killmenao face here* (I don't even know whether that was fortunate or not though) and went to whack the sleepyhead awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8873.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8873.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy drove Ben and I to Queensway with our happy little Xiaobai first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8871x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8871x.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8869.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8869.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8870.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8870.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8878.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8878.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8879.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8879.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8889.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8889.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8899.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8899.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8895.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8895.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8897.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointlessly cute photos while on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8908.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8908.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8916.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8916.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8917.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8917.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see my new bling can you can you? :D :D :D It's my tragus! So happy with it, and it was cheaper than my navel piercing (which is closed up) too! 45bux, pierced at Primitive Art @ Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy got it too! That girl is crazy, she pierced her helix, conch, tongue and tragus. Kachingzxz fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8920.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8920.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if dogs can get piercings... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8923.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8923.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8939.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8939.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched boyfriend from his house and went to Romano's, a dog friendly cafe, for dinner! If you ever think of bringing your pet there though, do bring it's food along since they don't have a pet menu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8935.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8935.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8930.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8930.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8932.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8932.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8936.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8936.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite photo of the daaay! We simultaneously made the same facial expression though it was a candid shot and Xiaobai is like an overloaded ball of cuteness. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8947.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8947.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8956.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8956.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8958.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8958.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was mediocre, beef lasagne was pretty good but I was too full after the soup and pizza to eat even a quarter of it (and besides, it looked so scary I didn't even put up the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad about eating so little, conveniently forgot that boyfriend isn't supposed to eat beef and I made him eat like one big mouthful of the lasagne D: Horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8985.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8985.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awfully Chocolate for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8976.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8976.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8972.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8972.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8978.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8978.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn to bake cupcakes like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with my second favourite photo of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8994.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8994.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so unusually tall and skinny from faraway compared to my usual self ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a relaxing time with the great company! We're like inseparable now, the four of us hijacked 3/5 chalet the next night and had a blast laughing, playing cheat (we all can't lie for nuts man!) and realising that Ben and Jianting are like super similar (mahjong, vanity about hair, laziness, procrastination, pms...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for crashing the outing though, I didn't really want to at first but the funds were lacking and if we didn't go you guys had to pay like, 5 bucks more each? Idk, my math has always sucked. So yeah! Hope you guys had fun despite that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós, I hope you enjoyed this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3689367253937638920?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3689367253937638920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3689367253937638920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3689367253937638920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3689367253937638920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/parallel-universes.html' title='Parallel universes'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7570158397683025298</id><published>2010-12-14T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:08:31.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinch of randomness</title><content type='html'>I was reading my archives when I saw something that made me smile :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh well. I guess my classmates are nice people but they're so QUIET compared to 2/2 '09! It's weird not hearing any jokes when the teacher says something stupid/sick and I expect someone to say something but no one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they're reserved people... I seem to be the noisiest and bitchiest amongst everyone. But then again I'm always that no matter where I go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I CALLED THESE BUNCH OF LITTLE MONSTERS "reserved people". SERIOUSLY?! First impressions are definitely deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9th December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8836.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8836.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty boy came to surprise me on my birthday at 0000! :D Seriously wtf how can a dude be so pretty?! Ughhh inferiority complex ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my ohsome family for the little surprise (though it happens every year, to everyone so it's kinda expected actually HAHA) and everyone for the well wishes and presents ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8839.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8839.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore The Tinsel Rack's Dutti Layered Chiffon Top out! I thought it would be unflattering but I'm hooked; I've been wearing TTR's manufactured pieces continuously. THEY'RE ALL SO FLATTERING, I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10th December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8867.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8867.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole sissy's longsleeved top to wear out, paired with my Diva necklace and sweet Mondo flats which are unfortunately uncomfortable. I regret the extensions in my hair, they are way too outstanding in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much impulse on my shopping trip with Janelle! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Raider's with Shaun and Jianting, vented frustrations on zombies and learnt a little bit of DotA! :D I'm a total idiot when it comes to learning new things but it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt end #812635 because I'm stuck. Damn it this blogger's block is getting so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7570158397683025298?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7570158397683025298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7570158397683025298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7570158397683025298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7570158397683025298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/pinch-of-randomness.html' title='Pinch of randomness'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5759894418468759284</id><published>2010-12-08T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:15:03.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summarising skillz</title><content type='html'>Hey non-existent readers who still bothering reading my blog, thanks for dropping by :) I don't have much to update, since I haven't been snapping many photos but here's a long post regarding what I've been doing lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd December, Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/tangled_rapunzel_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/tangled_rapunzel_poster.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Rapunzel, A Tangled Tale with Sister at Cineleisure :) The queue for movie tickets was horrible. Long isn't even the word for it anymore. Thankfully, we managed to get the last pair of seats, the rest were all singular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie, though, it was fantastic! Gosh, I'm getting hooked to that adjective. But really, it's the best movie I've watched so far - after Spirited Away, of course. But more about that later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who can't remember the original story of Rapunzel (like me), you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Rapu.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! The movie is quite different, and sooo good. I mean, which girl doesn't like fairytales?! Unrealistic but when we were young we all wanted to be the damsel in distress... RIGHT?! (Just not the little mermaid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's not just me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks loads to Sister who drove me out and paid for everything ♥ Madly thankful for my fabulous sisters. Must be 上辈子烧好的香! I don't even know if my chinese is correct. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th December, Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8770.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8770.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in a dance course, babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo makes me look so skinny and glamourous but to tell you the truth, I just look like an oversized blob floundering in my dance attire when I go for classes LOL. Pray that I don't see familiar faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab with sissy to Funan before class, got stuck in a helluva traffic jam (the same scenario happened the previous night) and had to madrush our way to class @ SCAPE. BUT IT'S ALL WORTH IT, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT FUCKING AWESOME DANCE SHOES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the profanity I just can't think of any other way to emphasize how happy I am over my new shoes. Thanks again to Sister and sissy for buying them for me as my early birthday present! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, Reggae class was so tough I had muscle ache the day after. Thankfully though, there aren't any guys in our class this time (though I do miss seeing hot bboys. CHUNGCHENGHIGHEYECANDY) so no worries about embarrassing ourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8779.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8779.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met bestfriend after dance for lunch, shopping and H2H! Not many photos since I looked horrific after dance class, but we had fun buying rings (again) at a flea, talking for 2 hours during lunch, taking neoprints and wandering around aimlessly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5th - 6th December, Sunday and Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day at home having tuition, watching anime (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni *inserts smiley faces*), stuffing my face, sleeping and basically... Yup, that's my exciting life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rewatching Spirited Away AGAIN (8th time now?) and I'm completely obsessed with the soot spirits (or soot sprites, but that just sounds odd) in that movie! If you haven't watched it, you're losing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sewed my own soot spirits. Miracle, Jessie Ng actually tried her hand at sewing o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8798.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8798.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it's not the best resemblance ever, and that my sewing isn't that good... But still, for my first attempt I think it's pretty good! AND THEY ARE SOOO CUTE :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother watched a little of Spirited Away too, and she was suggesting I sew 100 soot spirits and pin them to the bedroom curtain since my bed is directly beside it. SUCH A CUTE SUGGESTION but I'll take forever to sew that many :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON TELL ME THEY'RE CUTE. NOW. TELL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7th December, Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8800.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8803.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8803.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY I CAN'T HELP BEING OBSESSED WITH MY OWN SIZE but I wish I were as skinny as in my own photos. I didn't even edit any in this post *Depressed* Not my fault I have a skinny bestfriend and an anorexic boyfriend who makes me feel inferior :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aiyah who cares junk food is delicious and exercise is almost impossible with the horrid weather at night. /shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8815.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8815.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing was pretty disastrous, some bad stuff &amp;amp; bickering with boyfriend. I did get to see some of my friends, though, and coincidentally met Xuexun at Sentosa too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder how I managed to hang out with guys alone in the past, it just feels odd now :/&amp;nbsp;Maybe my guy friends last year were easier companions and more caring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! I guess Seunghee is indispensable, I can't go on lunchgroup outings without her! KIMCHI can't you be more free?! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I added a Previous Posts link at the bottom of my blog, so you can read all the hidden entries when you go to my archives now (they're hidden 'cause the posts in front are too long). Happy stalking if you're that bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5759894418468759284?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5759894418468759284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5759894418468759284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5759894418468759284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5759894418468759284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/summarising-skillz.html' title='Summarising skillz'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-2703109306141546081</id><published>2010-12-04T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:24:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3210 4211</title><content type='html'>Class BBQ on the first of December was enjoyable and nothing in short of miraculous. It's been raining every day for two weeks now, and we were all prepared... But the sun shone on us like it's not December :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8627.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8627.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8624.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8629.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8629.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black romper from M)phosis. Braided my hair with a strip of fabric I snipped off an unworn tank. Addictive and unique way to keep my hair in check, and not to forget it's easy to do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8641.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8641.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making our way to East Coast in separate taxis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8657.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8657.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mandatory group photo - Jumpshot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8662.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8662.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8669.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Caught on camera for not helping out ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8675.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8675.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8678.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8678.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8679.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8679.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center parting ugliness (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, your parents were all right. East Coast is becoming such a dangerous place! I mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8684.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to murder by drowning the victim (Reenactment of Cruel Temptation, much?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8686.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8686.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel between couple that leads to the man kicking his wife off the breakwaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8735.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8735.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispute between employer and maid, yet again leading to another attempted murder case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8696.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8696.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bully case of my poor, dear son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8695.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8695.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even a crocodile spotted in the shallow waters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, the world is a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8720.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8720.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8717.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8717.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8715.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8715.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8708.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8708.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8728.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8728.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_873.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8731.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8740.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8740.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurred lights from ships faraway signalling the oncoming night. More people joined us and everyone sat around eating, biking and continuing to push everyone else into the water :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demand for water was high (I TOLD YOU we should have just bought all the drinks in the trolley meh) and loads of people just kept disappearing pair by pair to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, class photo taking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8745.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8745.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8747.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8747.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera's flash phailzxz. I don't know why! Canon S90 is supposed to be a semipro :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8755.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8755.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mini selfcreated campfire. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make our miraculous non-raining day even more magical? We caught fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8754.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/IMG_8754.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYLAH I know I know, it's like mega tiny (oxymoron heh) and you can barely see the colours and it's so pathetic blahblah but still! Fireworks! :D Favourite to see on National Day Parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abrupt end after an hour of thinking how to end off smoothly-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-2703109306141546081?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/2703109306141546081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=2703109306141546081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2703109306141546081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/2703109306141546081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/3210-4211.html' title='3210 4211'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/3210/th_IMG_8627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-852238989490840104</id><published>2010-12-03T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:52:48.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a little thought</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we're happy, sometimes we're sad&lt;br /&gt;Other times we're crying and they think we're mad&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live life so despondently given the chance&lt;br /&gt;While others are struggling for air, life and death a dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while we sit here and read this&lt;br /&gt;People die, having never experienced bliss&lt;br /&gt;Since we are the ones who are given a shot at life&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to be optismistic; live it without strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know when it'll be taken away&lt;br /&gt;Cherish it. Because it's not going to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing emotions through poems is still a good outlet for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live a life with hatred! People who comment on others all the time are only showing the outline of how sad their life really is. Don't start the conga line of hating, don't ignite the evil cycle of bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't succumb and sink to their level. It's not going to make you feel or look any better! Why live being bothered by people who cannot be bothered to consider your feelings at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live to please others. I cannot stress this enough. We're human, of course we will be affected to an extent by others. But do you really want to go through your youth this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it. Live your life for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-852238989490840104?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/852238989490840104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=852238989490840104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/852238989490840104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/852238989490840104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-for-little-thought.html' title='Time for a little thought'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7094189208513495266</id><published>2010-12-01T11:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:41:04.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue camp post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 22nd and 23rd November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8461.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off for camp early in the morning! I have no idea why my eyes look so oversized. I didn't force them open nor photoshop them... But I suppose it's better than the slitty eyes I have sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly came to walk me to school! *Inserts grin* I rewarded him by giving him a gingerbread star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8464.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8464.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkins and Boy, my fantastic camp group consisting of midgets! :) Janelle was supposed to be in it too, but she didn't come due to high fever. She would have made a good midget too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8470.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8470.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redbulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8473.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning activities, after which we had 3 hours of workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8475.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8475.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Which explains my OMGIT'SFOODOMG face. Cleaning dorms, 3 more hours of workshop and FAST FORWARD it's dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8483.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8483.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were bombing groups. We weren't even targetted much since MUNCHKINSANDBOY is kinda difficult to spew out all at once. We DID get bombed once and we died... But I insist, that's because we had way less group members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8497.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8497.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8500.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8501.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8506.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8506.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos with Farah and science specs Seunghee, Hsinyee and a frumpy looking Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8508.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8508.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, Sakinah and Yujun seniors! :D 2010 and 2009's graduating batch joined us for dinner and it was funtastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8510.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible photo of us but I like my yellow strand of candy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8512.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8512.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our movie of the night, held in Inspire Town. Edward Scissorshand was screened and it was pretty good, but we nightwalkees had to leave early to hatch devious plots to scare people :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8513.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry shot of nightwalkees at the last station.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8564.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8564.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of me and my nightwalkee partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo sucked so much I had to remove the colours, but nevertheless it's a precious photo. For those unaware of our situation, NO, it's not that I am secretly in love with Junwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really long and complicated feud since the start of secondary 1 after a disastrous incident that left me upset for 7 months. After that, we just never talked until recently! It's like, closure after 2 years. So yes, this photo is really significant (BUT IT STILL SUCKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us were situated at the D&amp;amp;T block which was crazily dark. The first pair was a totally failure, we were sitting on the table happily singing aloud when they walked past ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT OUR FAULT!!! They walked the wrong route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8540.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8540.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best photo of the night - Death by sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was madly sweaty by the end of the nightwalking hour and joined the rest downstairs in the canteen for supper! :) Went back to dorms planning to not sleep but as usual, the pig in me was overpowering :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8542.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8542.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nighttalkees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8557.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8557.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8555.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8555.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8560.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8560.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race in the morning! The station I was in charge of consisted of flour... 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8565.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8565.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours of workshop later my last camp with this bunch of people was over. It was only the second camp in ATC history, too :( One thing I'll definitely miss about secondary school would be this.&lt;br /&gt;ATC CAMP II, 2010 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7094189208513495266?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7094189208513495266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7094189208513495266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7094189208513495266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7094189208513495266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/12/overdue-camp-post.html' title='Overdue camp post'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3426529767527643538</id><published>2010-11-26T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:26:48.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky Bloomwood</title><content type='html'>This blog has been disgustingly inactive ever since I set off for camp (which, undoubtedly, feels like ages ago). Camp was an amazing and fun experience, and I can neither say 2D1N was too long nor too short. But more about that the next time, complete with photos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering what I could blog about, since my life has been all facebook games and tumblring and reading books. And the occasional more exciting going-out-for-a-facial like I did today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, getting a facial hurts about ten times more than getting your navel pierced. Take it from someone who's gotten both done... The price one has to pay for beauty is A HELLA BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the other day I was re-reading one of the books from Sophie Kinsella's shopaholic series. And it struck me how I really, really disliked the character she created, Becky Bloomwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every single book that I've read from that series, Becky is never not getting into trouble because of her obsessive shopping habits and how she never thinks before her completely ridiculous acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know, the thing is that she ALWAYS has a good ending because she's LUCKY. Because somehow she found the solution and whoopee her problems just vanish within a few pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the whole point is that she's a shopaholic and that's why there's a whole series about her. And I do enjoy reading the books, they're good entertainment. But gosh, I just hate Becky so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's like the ultimate portrayal that everything will turn out okay even if you don't have a care in the world and act like a brainless cow, having fun and spending unlimited cash. That debts are &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt; to pay off and no one will despise you no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3426529767527643538?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3426529767527643538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3426529767527643538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3426529767527643538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3426529767527643538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/becky-bloomwood.html' title='Becky Bloomwood'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-294417946798919566</id><published>2010-11-20T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:31:37.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage issues</title><content type='html'>I realised that I do counselling to myself whenever I get really angry, while lying on my bed or showering. It does wonders. Maybe I should train to be a psychiatrist, it'd be cool too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I was a furious bitch on ranting warpath a few minutes ago but apparently my inspiring speech to self miraculously worked so I saved this space from being polluted further with my incessant nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you were younger, you'd always watch dramas where girls bitched and hated on each other and you'd think, "Wow, they're so childish! It's just a misunderstanding, so lame!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, you grow up and realise what happens in dramas are for real. That sometimes, misunderstandings happen but you just don't want to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you say something bad about one person. And afterwards you feel that hey, maybe it isn't true. So you think well of the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then some time later, news spreads and that person thinks you think negatively of her. So SHE now has a bad impression of YOU and starts speaking ill too. And you get wind of it, and go back to your habit of bitching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you see? It's just neverending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenagers and their insecurities. Can't stand it sometimes, can't help succumbing to it. But well, think what you want to. I'm a mega bitch who loves putting you down, got a problem with that? Now go and tell the rest of the world I said this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, that's it for tonight. No more negativity! Gonna sign up for my dance class soon, fabulous! :D ATC camp, photoshoot with Janelle and boyfriend sumdayz, plus loads of shopping and eating and class outing. My life is, actually, pretty fucking fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: You! What are we gonna name our Jacuzzi-living parrot-speaking sparrow-flying awesome-smelling winged cat? And can we clone something so that she digs the tunnel for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-294417946798919566?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/294417946798919566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=294417946798919566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/294417946798919566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/294417946798919566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/teenage-issues.html' title='Teenage issues'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5488489492024601218</id><published>2010-11-18T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:46:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile like the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What makes me happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8303.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8302.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8311.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8311.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, contrary to what you're probably thinking, it isn't myself. I was referring to my new haircut. Everyone should have their hair washed and treated at a salon every now and then if they can, great therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7987bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7987bw.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me smile with a simple good morning text, sent everyday without fail; when I wake up with no new text, I go right back to sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, minutes pass in completely awkward silence when we're together (Probably because he doesn't like bitching so I have no topic to rant about). Sometimes I think maybe we're better off as friends, but that idea is just so unconceivable I don't think I can ever do it. We're practically inseparable - I know it's irritating, but I just can't help sticking to him like superglue!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what will happen when we go our separate ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The realist in me tells me that it won't last and that his aspirations are worlds apart from mine. For a first, he doesn't want to get married. Ever. Period. But for me, it's been a must-achieve since I was a child. I spend hours and hours dreaming of my future husband, the most perfect wedding and how many children I want to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, the whole point of being in a relationship is to believe. Otherwise, why would two people be together? There's still the fantasist in me that wants to spend the rest of my life with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might not be love but I really, really, really like you, Smelly! Despite all the baseless, reasonless cold wars and flaring ups and awkward silences and differing personalities and negativity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never forget how you always send me home even when you're practically falling asleep, let me make all the decisions (but oei grow backbone and make the tougher decisions pls I dowan) and do stupid girly stuff (like letting me buff your nail) with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Monthsary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just be happy while we last. :)&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/2739843194407415184-5488489492024601218?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5488489492024601218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5488489492024601218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5488489492024601218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5488489492024601218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/smile-like-sun.html' title='Smile like the sun'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5510068193019648025</id><published>2010-11-14T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:56:11.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INCO : First Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Had a blast yesterday at Inco dance crew's one-year anniversary celebration! :) Many thanks to Jiawei for providing the house and food, and of course everyone who was there for making it so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8256.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My single-eyelidom and my horrifically dry and peeling reptile-like skin. In case some of you didn't see the status on my facebook, I left on a mask for too long and it became like this. :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8261.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good hair day, though pointless since it got ruined by all the running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8262.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally nearing our destination after going all the way to Yishun, then taking 854 only to go back to YCK. LOL. And then I realised that I could have taken a bus from my house directly to his house. -_- Epic fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8269.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Aaron! *Inserts awkward laughing track here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, he's called Aaron. Imagine the oddity of me going "Here Aaron, here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8267.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom dancing with JasperL. Aaron's a jerk (well it works both ways), he broke his leash and Crystal and I had to wrestle it back since some people were afraid of dogs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear Aaron is gay. It pounces on guys and got &lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt; when it saw Jianting, further proving the theory that he attracts homosexuals. Not that there's anything wrong with gay people, but rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8270.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super yummeh sushi! I absolutely adored the salmon sashimi, obviously, but also the softshelled crab and shrimp ones pictured at the bottom left. Oh, great stuff they were. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8274.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two founding members of the salmon sashimi fanclub. Hee. We polished off a whole plate of sashimi between the two of us. It was good. /shrugs defensively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8278.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sashimi in seaweed. Uh... Not the best combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us were so full after eating the sashimi that we went for a walk around the estate, and on our way discovered Rabbit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8282.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept calling it Xiaobai2. GET IT, GET IT?!&lt;br /&gt;(Xiaobaitu = Little white rabbit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, there's a whole load of unglam pictures of me kudos to this. Even after I was done capturing it I looked so shagged. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took AGES capturing it; this damned fluffy creature certainly hops fast and kept going under cars where we obviously couldn't reach. JasperL failed to catch it even with a huge net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8283.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8283.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jiawei did it in the end. Ohmygosh that feeling was so exhilarating. I carried this little baby all the way back and refused to let go of it for a long time. Even when it scratched the life out of me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More about her at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8286.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a BBQ without marshmellows, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8288.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathered at the porch eating and laughing the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, night was before 21 00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8289.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8289.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, boyfriend came to escort me home. :D Doesn't look like it, but about 15 people were crammed into this room lazing around and playing games. The noise level was just pure madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8296.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8296.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very public display of affection (and in front of both their girlfriends, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a bus home after that with Crystal, Qiaoli and boyfriend. Crystal and I were both trying not to cry over the guilt of leaving Rabbit behind but I couldn't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much concluded the day. Sounds boring from my blog post, but we had hell loads of laughs though it was awkward for me at first! The worst part of the day, though, had to be departing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Xiaobai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Xiaobai2.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset about leaving her behind. Somehow, a sense of attachment to the rabbit grew just within those few hours... She's the one and only rabbit that fits snugly into my arms without much struggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really liked rabbits ever since I got scratched by sissy's friend's. But she just nestled in my arms comfortably. Somehow, coincidentally, her size and fur just felt like Xiaobai's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to put it into words, but I really liked her. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's silly, but I was reminded of how my pet rabbit was released when I was younger. My mother told me that she had given it away to a kind stranger who would take care of it... But I knew it wasn't true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I believe that this rabbit was a second chance, given to me to take care of. But I couldn't... I couldn't even bring it home or find a good place for her to stay. I couldn't even take care of it for a day and bring it to the SPCA the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling is just so horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish she found a new home. With loving owners and fresh fruits and vegetables and clean water and tons of newspapers for her to shred and other furry friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5510068193019648025?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5510068193019648025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5510068193019648025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5510068193019648025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5510068193019648025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/inco-first-year-anniversary.html' title='INCO : First Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5356122708446495917</id><published>2010-11-13T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:08:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert happy face</title><content type='html'>Tralala~ Things are going great. I apologise for my annoyingly happy mood but hey, in my defense, I deserve it! This year has had so many sad days. I'll post an overview of 2010 at the end of the year to sum everything up. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have decided to lavish this blog with photos and bimboticism since I'm in such a fantastic mood! Been long since I blogged on a frequent basis. Here's what I did on &lt;b&gt;5th November&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8032.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mummy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7095.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us went to this quaint little cafe called With A Pinch Of Salt, located somewhere along Tanjong Katong :) Sister had a hard time finding it thanks to her GPS which isn't heavily reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7100.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad adorable menus and table number signs that had us swooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7122.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7122.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black scalloped hem dress stolen from Sister's wardrobe, paired with supposedly sheer leggings (maybe my legs are just too short to stretch it) and my comfy, trusty pair of heels from Earl Grey Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7133.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is so artsy fartsy I love it! The polaroid of sissy and I is now nestled in my wallet. :) Planning to upload this to Tumblr to show off my rare artistic photographing skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7134-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7134-1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to do while waiting for food... Selcas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7139.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the mandatory less-than-normal shot I take with sissy to lessen the boredom from all the pretty smiley pictures. Though she evidently still looks pretty and smiley. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7147.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7149-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7149-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7151-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7151-1.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7156.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tempt you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, their service was commendable! My order took longer since it was baked, and the waitress saw me spacing out while the rest at the table were happily tucking into their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8052.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she served me a complimentary soup. Really caring of them :) The soup of the day was great too, creamy and flavourful onion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the time, we were all too busy munching on the good food to take photos. Fine that's a lie, the rest of the photos were just too horrifying for me to post. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do check out the cafe in free time, the food and service is both equally amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sissy drove Boyfriend, Roy &amp;amp; I to town after the birthday lunch, where I trekked arduously on my high heels from Citylink Mall to Marina Square to Suntec. Just walking around was fun, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8064.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was bringing out my two kids to Toys'R'Us... But watching them run around sword fighting was just hilarious to no end. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8060.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that on a furry elephant mobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8061.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said... My two kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/Inserts heavy sigh here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8069.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home with a mark of victory! Spotted it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8071.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deng deng! Obviously an imitation, crazily oversized even for my middle finger. Still damned cool nevertheless. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5356122708446495917?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5356122708446495917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5356122708446495917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5356122708446495917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5356122708446495917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/insert-happy-face.html' title='Insert happy face'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7569229054287933940</id><published>2010-11-12T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:18:52.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial happiness</title><content type='html'>Today marked the end of extra lessons. Great stuff. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Actually, I still have math extra lesson on Monday but ah let's forget that for now...&lt;/span&gt; I feel ridiculously happy today for silly reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Watching We Got Married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/jokwon_gain_20100721.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best past time ever, 'nuff said. I can rewatch it ten times without getting bored! They have to be the cutest couple I've ever seen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you didn't already know, WGM is a Korean variety show where two celebrities pretend to be married and go through married life together with missions to complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JoKwon and GaIn were meant to be a temporary guest couple but because they achieved highest ratings for Season II, they went on WGM as a permanent couple! :3 I'll miss their hilarious entertainment when they leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Planning for camp nightwalk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Night_Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Night_Walk.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? It's fantastic fun! :) More about that after my ATC camp on 22 November.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Thinking of baking cake pops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/pink-cake-pops.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/pink-cake-pops.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are cake pops. Cakes that look like lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/burgersnbeescakepops.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/burgersnbeescakepops.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/chickcakepops.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/chickcakepops.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/smileycakepops"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/smileycakepops.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/sheepcakepops.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/sheepcakepops.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/ghost-pops"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/ghost-pops.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are decorated cake pops. OMG HOW CAN ANYONE NOT FALL IN LOVE?! So cute I can't even choose my favourite. It was agonising, choosing what pictures to put here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt;, check her out if you want to see a lot more! I'll be trying my hand at these babies for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, who can forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/cupcakepops.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/cupcakepops.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcake pops! I am the cupcake girl afterall. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7569229054287933940?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7569229054287933940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7569229054287933940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7569229054287933940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7569229054287933940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/superficial-happiness.html' title='Superficial happiness'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-5259431657371473952</id><published>2010-11-07T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:49:52.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towning with bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8124.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BonitoChico's blazer, TheTinselRack's Floral Overdose minidress and black wedges all stolen from Sister. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8133.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8136.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maroon coloured contact lenses! *Inserts big happy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I wasn't late meeting Janelle this time round. How could I, after I made her wait for half an hour the previous time (Besides that was to get MY monthsary present. Oops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got off at Ion Orchard without much catching our attention. Trained to cityhall and walked around, settling at Marina Square's SUKI-YA for lunch. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8142.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8142.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the seat after walking around in obviously oversized wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8143.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salmon sashimi wooooh! Mad mega love when eaten with wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8147.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiitake mushrooms and a whole load of food to be dumped into the shabu shabu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8145.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy-looking best friend! Good food is the best, it makes everyone feel blissful. Especially Ng Xinhui that hippopotamus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8151.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inappropriately placed hugeass photo of myself. Heh. :D The photo didn't really capture the makeup but I like the way I looked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolled around after lunch, saw completely tempting shoes but they were all crazily high heels. I guess that's what makes me attracted to them in the first place but meh I can't walk properly in them. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BF saw a pair of highwaisted shorts from Miss Selfridge that finally fit her (she's a FUCKING size FOUR! I've never seen someone so small) but it was 63 bux. And she couldn't get it and was mega sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told boyfriend about it and he suggested sharing cost with me to buy it for her! WAHLAU NOT FAIR WHY HE SO NICE TO HER AND NOT ME ONE I SUSPECT HE GOT CRUSH ON HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding, we were both super touched that he was being so nice. :) &lt;b&gt;MY BOYFRIEND DA BOMB&lt;/b&gt;. He waited for one hour for me below my house to surprise me on Saturday morning and left without even saying hello when he saw that sissy was driving me to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Inserts face with retarded heart shapes for eyes here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I did to deserve my awesome BFs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Boyfriend and bestfriend in case you were too stupid to understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8155.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/IMG_8155.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall end this! Having school tomorrow, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: We met a salesperson on the way and she somehow predicted that Janelle was single and I was not. What the heck, but it was pretty interesting OKAYBYEMENEEDSLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-5259431657371473952?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/5259431657371473952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=5259431657371473952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5259431657371473952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/5259431657371473952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/towning-with-bestfriend.html' title='Towning with bestfriend'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/My%20best%20friend/th_IMG_8124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7841296170407954696</id><published>2010-11-07T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:06:28.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green collared</title><content type='html'>What I was up to this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8085.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP at Sengkang, launch ceremony for Clean and Green Singapore 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8097.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8097.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanqi's super cute checkered bow ring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8101.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of those handpicked to interact with the ministers (Minister of Education, for example) due to their communication skills. WTF?! Mr Chye thinks I can communicate with adults well? Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8103.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New line upcoming on the MRT map! There's a station called Beauty World. Coolzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8112.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Mr Lee Hsien Loong! We were supposed to take photos with him but I got squashed right to the back and had to tiptoe like mad just so a small fraction of my face could be seen LOL FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8113.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planting orchids! :) It was a pretty new experience for me, if you don't count the times we had eco garden plots in primary school. Shovelling holes and digging the plants out from their black bags was tiring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Plus, I have my suspicions that the plants were deeply entrenched in cow dung. Or manure. Both of which are almost equally bad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8116.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimosa flower! &lt;s&gt;I was slacking with Dhurrgah, happily kicking mimosas and watching them close up when we discovered this.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was lunch time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8118.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food catered from Four Seasons. Gosh, beehoon has never tasted so good. I guess hard work always makes simple things more rewarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8117.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy amount of people in the buffet area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving, we saw an old man who was denied access to the food because he didn't have a visitor pass. I felt so bad for him I wanted to secretly give him my lanyard but pah I doubt it would have worked. But still. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8120.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_8120.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Korean friend who has an awesome mom who cooks nice food! &lt;s&gt;Like the mushrooms and beef I pinched from the pan on their house stove&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much concluded my day, which was actually pretty depressing. Discovered upsetting news and moodswings worsened it. Add the unsympathetic boyfriend thanks to his bad mood :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, I'm glad it's over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: As I'm typing this, I'm doing a face mask which suspiciously reminds me of UHU glue wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7841296170407954696?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7841296170407954696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7841296170407954696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7841296170407954696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7841296170407954696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/green-collared.html' title='Green collared'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-8343702228050562822</id><published>2010-11-06T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:51:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confrontation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last straw broke the camel's back. I'm sick of all the bitching that goes on behind backs. I always pretend that it doesn't matter and laugh it off but I'm fucking flesh and blood. I have feelings, you forgot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I try my best for every single person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really think it's an act, then so be it. But the only thing I've ever done that was "nice" was smile and say hello. I do that to strangers, babe. So please don't say I'm acting nice. Because fact is, I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never had a single negative thought about you. Until you decided to judge me based on hearsay, and claim that I was acting nice. Excuse me, I don't think I've ever offended you in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, people. Grow up. You can be friends with a person but believing everything someone says and judging another who has never been mean to you in any way is just plain stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're worse than Stephanie. Because we had a feud and she has reasons to bitch and hate on me. But do you? Seek your conscience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-8343702228050562822?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/8343702228050562822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=8343702228050562822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8343702228050562822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8343702228050562822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/confrontation.html' title='Confrontation'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3053845044485615323</id><published>2010-11-04T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:56:15.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialist's heartache</title><content type='html'>I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;Complete, mad, unreciprocated love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/VWknuckleduster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/VWknuckleduster.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne Westwood knuckle duster. Which I chanced upon, when I was looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/armour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/armour.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Okay I know the nail colour is really odd and the other two rings are just *no comments* but yes not the point I'm obviously clamouring for the silver one)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne Westwood, armour ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY DO I HAVE TO FALL FOR BRANDS LIKE THIS WHY. Both rings are about 300 SGD from hervia.com. Oh my goddd. I want it so badly I don't even mind a replica (which I can't even find) :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, end of frivolous rant. This is going on my permanent wishlist. I'll get it when I earn my first 600 bucks ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3053845044485615323?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3053845044485615323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3053845044485615323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3053845044485615323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3053845044485615323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/11/materialists-heartache.html' title='Materialist&apos;s heartache'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-926325592641060965</id><published>2010-10-31T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:45:01.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a madhouse</title><content type='html'>Warning : Incoherent, repetitive rant about father's obsession ahead. Bitch here does not make much sense so don't expect much, and don't judge me I usually love my dad kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20101031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20101031.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20101031_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Snapshot_20101031_1.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any crazy reader of mine not asleep at this time may be wondering why the hell a pig, namely me, is awake at freaking 1am (which is really early actually. I used to sleep at 3. Until dad started picking on every fucking thing and even what time I sleep--)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not yet. Back to point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic though, my hair looks great for 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may have noticed that apparently at one in the morning I'm actually wearing my contact lenses. Those are my decorative diamante rimmed specs. No frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE MY SPECTACLES ARE MISSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea, maybe cause my dad is a compulsive obsessive creature who's been throwing everything away (he figures we don't use them. But you see, the thing is, he sees us for about 2 minutes everyday? Provided he isn't actually stoned enough to not see us at all after all that beer and cigs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay. Really. Nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see. The thing is. My dad is really making me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him. When he's not completely on a high of alcohol, and actually makes sense and talks reasonably. Which is perhaps less than 5% of the time I see him (I swear it's true, no shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M REALLY FUCKING GOING CRAZY I SWEAR!!!!! First nags about us not clearing the rack, then when we clear it he nags and says it's useless clearing it and we're wasting time and he can't move the bed anyway, by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear also cannot, don't clear also got problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he says I'm making a mess. Then he links it to me already being on holiday. And when I point out that theoretically I am but basically I'm not he... hmm, let's put this in a nice way, tells me I'm bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing to look forward to. Holiday lessons, don't have to stay home to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, he has the most uncanny ability to link up the weirdest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, anyone wants to lend me somewhere to live? -_- I leave home or elope (which is impossible anyway 'cause neither he nor I has the money) or I commit suicide (feasible, to be considered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I think suicide is a good idea. No sarcasm, just my true thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, forget this shit. I suck at this blogging thing. At primary 4 I just wanted to share my life and how exciting and cool it was. And it's become a habit, blogging. But life's pretty... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, life is pretty damned good. I love my family (... sometimes) and my completely fabulous friends and my totally supahcute boyfriend and my boring repetitive life. But heck it's going well. And I'm gonna shine. I'm not gonna be a crying damsel in distress clutching a shitty result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I just looked up to see my dad's disdainful stare. Who knows what his alcohol-addled mind is computing again. Probably something along the lines of "This one also rubbish can throw in bin, then house not so messy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it! Time to get on with life and stop the bitchy whining &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for today&lt;/span&gt;. See, at least I make reasonable statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+ ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO MIND!&lt;/span&gt; I'll never be perfect enough in your eyes so sod it. I'm through with living for y'all. Comment, go on, pick on every little thing I do. At least I have a fucking dignity and stoop to your low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is mine and I'm gonna rock it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-926325592641060965?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/926325592641060965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=926325592641060965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/926325592641060965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/926325592641060965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-madhouse.html' title='Living in a madhouse'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-8354018744818983411</id><published>2010-10-24T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:20:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows and sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9940.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9940.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeously yellow sunflowers from Xinhui and Wanqi :)&lt;br /&gt;Love my animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9848.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9848.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about being short is the fact that I can wear shirts as dresses and not look like a whore. Yellow F21 tank layered over a similar coral version, and a rainbow knit scarf to add colour! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Originally planned to go to a cosplay exhibition with Chloe, Darren (?), Jedidiah and Xuexun but when we reached the Embassy of Japan we soon realised the place was deserted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, trusting Jedidah is the worst choice the three of us ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9886.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9886.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! *Inserts string of vulgarities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9851.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, though. This photo was taken at Food Opera, Ion! They have great food but the sandwich dearest sissy made for me kept me full. Me hearts my "love" ring. The chain one was stolen from someone :B&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set off in a taxi to the Japan embassy only to take another taxi back to Ion. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trained to Bugis Junction with plans to lunch at Seoul Garden (I swear their beef is addictive) only to realise we had limited funds. Settled at food court in the end, where we had endless chatter and laughs!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9865.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9865.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My karee raisu (CURRY RICE LOL HOW ORIGINAL) looks great but it was really boring :( I love my food wacky and weird, it just tastes better that way!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took loads of artsy photos after lunch because we had nowhere to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9896.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9896.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MACHIAM WEDDING PHOTOSHOOT NO?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me with the awesome Chloe. She's super unglam but that's what's hilarious about her. One of the friends I met through NDay's Fashion Parade! We just click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9904.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9904.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a typical selfshot, but you may be surprised to know that this photo was taken by someone else! I love the lighting, it makes the photos look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9900.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9900.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat photo with my twin and also my angel, Xuexun :D He's always here with his listening ear (oh that rhymes!), helps me out with school work and buys food and milo for me all the time. I swear he's god sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9905.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9905.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidental shot that turned out really well! Fantastic lighting and angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9922.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9922.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this photo.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry boyfriend 我对不起你!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9936.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_9936.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have captured a great photo of a housefly initially but it got alerted by the shutter sound and I only caught it as it took flight. Oh well. It has orange eyes, that's sexy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home after that and went out again for dinner at Jurong's IMM with sisters and Aunt's family! They've been bringing us out for years on almost every Saturday night for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at home with a tub of frozen yogurt and dvds in tow in preparation for our movie night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0035.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaobai looking quizzically at the three of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0050.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in three of the exact same sets of pajamas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that I completely love my yellow bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0046.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0055.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0057.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0059.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0067.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0060.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive selftiming camera session before we even started watching any movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_0072.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigging out (what else is new) on apple and blackcurrant frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;Yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We caught half of &lt;i&gt;Date Night&lt;/i&gt; before we got too tired to continue, and started on &lt;i&gt;A Nightmare On Elm Street&lt;/i&gt; instead! Horror movies are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/NMOES.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/NMOES.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good horror film, DEFINITELY wins The Child's Eye. Fantastic storyline, do catch it in times of boredom! Shane dawson has the knifed glove, SO COOL. I want it too, wear it to scare people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had really odd dreams that night, thankfully they weren't nightmares though. I think my life is overly boring so my brain compensates for it by making my dreams loads more ridiculously exciting. &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/2739843194407415184-8354018744818983411?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/8354018744818983411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=8354018744818983411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8354018744818983411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/8354018744818983411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainbows-and-sunshine.html' title='Rainbows and sunshine'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/th_IMG_9940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-181101557911112905</id><published>2010-10-15T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:10:55.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute bandaids and hanging around</title><content type='html'>MY LAST EXAM WAS ON WEDNESDAY!&lt;div&gt;And that means I am officially FREEEEEE as a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't that good for me. Supposed to go out with the 2/2 girls but ended up having to be home early :( Xinhui had something on last minute too. Ended up watching the lunchgroup guys play mahjong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold war with boyfriend, bad. Kind of got used to it though, our tempers are both super terrible. Cold wars start for absolutely nothing. *Shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 00 due to alarm, feeling very relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;Then Senghee told me extra lesson was at 10 00 -_-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7796.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7796.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazing around with my Korean friend, 大 Kimchi! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7799.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7799.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine red hair looks good on us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what the two of us were looking at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7812.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7812.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super kute junior plasters I bought after I fell down the stairs with my blistered ankle :( But the bandaids are all super cute omg it's all worth it :3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to meet Janelle at 2p.m, but ended up being half an hour late thanks to vainkidz Roy and Justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7810.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7810.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7820.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7820.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty and completely hilariously bimbotic bestfriend. Love her to bits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-181101557911112905?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/181101557911112905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=181101557911112905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/181101557911112905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/181101557911112905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-bandaids-and-hanging-around.html' title='Cute bandaids and hanging around'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/th_IMG_7796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7676443264594796528</id><published>2010-10-11T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:03:13.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid fire</title><content type='html'>To my dearest, nearest father.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please ask yourself when was the last time you ever UTTERED one single word of concern to me. Please tell me. I need to know. You do remember, right? Don't you? Tell me. When?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's really stressful sometimes, you know. CCA and studies are difficult to balance and your nonstop grumbling is never helping. What CCA? What subjects are the ones that add to my stress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW MANY SUBJECTS DO I TAKE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, answer me. It's easy, isn't it? Don't you know? Why aren't you talking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe it isn't fair. Perhaps the questions are too difficult. Let me ask simpler ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is my birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy enough, right? Why can't you answer me? Why do I sense your hesitation, when I visualise you staring at this very question? Why? Don't you know, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's try something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name one friend of mine. Any one friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need you to know how I met the person; how close we are; what we do together. Just name one. One friend. One friend that you know I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you do it? Why? Why can't you? Isn't it easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you can't answer anything, why are you only trying to control me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these years, you've hardly shown an ounce of concern for me. I bear with it; I tell myself it doesn't matter. That you love me, you're just working hard to earn more money for our comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've not shown any support for the evidently successful blogshop that sister has established. In fact, just the opposite - you've been one of it's greatest opposers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You only know how to shout and throw tantrums. But it's okay, I told myself, you're just stressed out. Work is tough. You're not good at managing relations. It isn't your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, only now. You realise that I'm growing in another direction. I'm not the nerdy, geeky spectacled school girl who doesn't do anything and only studies to ensure good results into a good University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You realise that I have feelings; my own aspirations and dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you get scared. Scared that I can't be the daughter you want me to be. Sister and sissy are both too old for you to control now. So you hold me back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You stop me from going to dance classes. You forbid me to stay out overnight, though you allowed sissy to in the past at this age. You threaten me if I reach home after 8pm, even if that only happens once or twice a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You try to quash me into the mould that you've created for your perfect daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, dad. I can't be that girl. I don't want a stable life; I don't want a nine to five job. I don't want to slave for my whole life and die halfway without having done anything meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be my own person. I want to do everything I've always dreamt of doing. I want to explore places. Perhaps another country. I want to train an expertise in an area I love. Regarding dance. Or music. Or psychology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know I can't do it, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need your support. And hell will freeze over before I obtain that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's my life, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my dad's daughter's life. I can't have a say in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I attempt to escape from this jail, I'll be disowned. I'll die on the streets of hunger because I'm a fucking spoilt brat who can't earn her own keep and survive in the harsh world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But isn't everything already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7676443264594796528?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7676443264594796528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7676443264594796528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7676443264594796528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7676443264594796528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/10/liquid-fire.html' title='Liquid fire'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-7990396087377606238</id><published>2010-09-20T22:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:03:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of catching you unaware</title><content type='html'>It's only been 5 days since the last update but already, blogger feels so foreign to me. :/ I really hate seeing an inactive blog (almost as much as I hate ketchup) but by the looks of my blog hits, either I'm becoming a really uninteresting ranter or everyone else is being studious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I have decided to announce that I'm putting this blog on semi-hiatus! I'll still do short updates every once in a while, when I get bored or exciting news befalls me. Highly unlikely but ah, just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I'VE GOT NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be diagnosed with diabetes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7599-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/IMG_7599-1.jpg" width="410"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my boyfriend is very very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, SORRY. COULDN'T RESIST SHOWING OFF. Can't believe someone's willing to do such a ridiculously cute thing for me. ♥ Thanks to whoever who has helped, really. Thank you(s) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to go. Clock's ticking! 10 more days to the first exam, time to start mugging. Toodles babies, promise loads of updates after SA2 even if no one reads my blog by then anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-7990396087377606238?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/7990396087377606238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=7990396087377606238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7990396087377606238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/7990396087377606238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-way-of-catching-you-unaware.html' title='Of catching you unaware'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/th_IMG_7599-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3250518061117828090</id><published>2010-09-15T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:08:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I can't cope</title><content type='html'>And I just wish I can tunnel deep down underground, curl up and cry all I want; where there's no one to hear me out and no possibility for me to make anyone feel worse like I always seem to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just feel so inadequate. Nothing's ever enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3250518061117828090?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3250518061117828090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3250518061117828090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3250518061117828090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3250518061117828090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-cant-cope.html' title='Sometimes I can&apos;t cope'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6713284886331951234</id><published>2010-09-12T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:21:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul garden with whoosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDr4NUASgoA/TIzTPzLjoEI/AAAAAAAAET4/gXOiaQV2F5w/s1600/IMG_7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDr4NUASgoA/TIzTPzLjoEI/AAAAAAAAET4/gXOiaQV2F5w/s400/IMG_7536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516015912012193858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why, but Photobucket has been down for a few days. I've been waiting for it to recover so that I could upload photos and blog about my trip to Seoul Garden last Thursday, but no luck so far :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S0, while we pray for photobucket's speedy recovery, make do with that shit-sized group photo of us up there! It was a really great outing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I shall not blog for today. It's Sunday, and you know what that means... School's starting again tomorrow. Insert a zillion sad faces here. I really need to buck up but what the heck, no motivation at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. I'm going to study harder, just for a few more weeks! Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/Crazed smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-6713284886331951234?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/6713284886331951234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=6713284886331951234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6713284886331951234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/6713284886331951234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/seoul-garden-with-whoosh.html' title='Seoul garden with whoosh'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDr4NUASgoA/TIzTPzLjoEI/AAAAAAAAET4/gXOiaQV2F5w/s72-c/IMG_7536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-30009651273599196</id><published>2010-09-10T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:13:57.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#622, Lao cai</title><content type='html'>It's 00 02 and I'm planning to wake up in 8 hours for my morning jog (yeah, just that my lazy ass would probably keep on pressing the snooze button) but since I promised, this is a dedication for Mr Cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Deareast&lt;/s&gt; Dearest LaoCai, you have been a really fun teacher to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in sec 2, when my friends &amp;amp; I were playing around during CE lesson and you walked up to us. Honestly, I thought you were going to scold us but instead... You were fascinated by Edna's rubik's cube! Really unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, I think people realised that you're really friendly and started opening up to you more. I like how you always take initiative to say hello to your students, and how you actually remember us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find a teacher who doesn't see himself as "better" than the rest of us students, and expect us to greet them just because of their status. I find it really cool how you're just like a buddy to all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go on for your next job, remember to drop by to see us sometimes. I'm sure everyone misses you. NO EXCUSES, don't say maybe! Just someday, whenever you're free. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to construct rhymes. Not good. Time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-30009651273599196?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/30009651273599196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=30009651273599196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/30009651273599196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/30009651273599196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/622-lao-cai.html' title='#622, Lao cai'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1167746879665311246</id><published>2010-09-09T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:03:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns and dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/backthen.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/backthen.png" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice : This is a completely pointless and unrelated picture that has been inserted to distract people from the fact that the owner of this blog has been completely studious and loserly, and not dressed up to take pictures of her pathetic self despite the fact that it's the September holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bryan Jianting &amp;amp; I caught &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hole 3D&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 4 people in the entire cinema, and that INCLUDES the 3 of us. Cool, no? And just think, if we didn't watch the movie, the 4th guy would be the only one. THAT IS MAD COOL. Wanna try it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I talk about it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEATHER WAS COMPLETELY A SCREW TODAY. I was walking to the bus stop with my red umbrella thinking "Hmm this isn't that bad, just a drizz-" and then it started pouring -_- Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the fact that I had to go to school after the movie, I was wearing my yellow sneakers. And thanks to the fact that I got caught in the rain with my flimsy and unreliable umbrella, it got soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters worse? A bus broke down (not really, but kinda) and couldn't get up this really gentle slope partly 'cause it was slippery thanks to the rain. And I got stuck there for 5 minutes while the bus slipped forward and backward and got nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/holeposter1big.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/holeposter1big.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hole started out, as most horror movies do, pleasantly. Then things get creepy and finally boomz showdown! Brief and informal sypnosis, since my brain is not working properly due to the fact that it's 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hole is about... a hole (wow, big surprise) that two brothers discover in their new house. Removing all the locks, the brothers experiment and realise that the pit goes on forever. They drop a can of nails and never hear it hit bottom. They lower a flashlight and a video camera and they get consumed by the darkness. Night falls, and the story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you got me. I ended it with an abrupt cliffhanger because I couldn't be bothered to go on :P Half of that was plagiarised from another website (imdb.com) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the storyline of The Hole was really good. Sadly, I can't say the same for the graphics. I felt that the producers of The Hole didn't unleash much of the supernatural's potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clown dolls usually scare me really badly, and I guess I did freak out a little at the movie but it could have been a lot better. The little girl was really scary though, props to them for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch it if you're in need of entertainment, it's definitely worth your time! I advise not to go for 3D though (but if there is non 3D for this or not I have no idea), it doesn't make much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this post is getting really wordy. But you know what? I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, I'm ending here! Went off for ATC after the movie, and clearing up, expectedly, sucked (I apologise for being late). The 2hour workshop was really fun though! Loads of hilarious moments that made me laugh like a a maniac. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of laughing like a maniac, guess who screamed during The Hole and caused the other two to do exactly that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it ain't me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1167746879665311246?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1167746879665311246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1167746879665311246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1167746879665311246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1167746879665311246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/clowns-and-dolls.html' title='Clowns and dolls'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/Mindless%20selfshots/th_backthen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-1095031667110708385</id><published>2010-09-06T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:59:33.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last straw on the camel's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/awesomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/awesomez.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like a normal school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard that one of my neighbours committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years ago, the very same thing happened. And both were people who lived in my very block, whom I've seen around almost my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder what the story behind the death was. Was it stress? Work? Relationship? Material? Was it a buildup since young, or something recent? Did he finally break down from feeling inferior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this person's life ever fulfilling and happy?  Why didn't he think that just perhaps, there was someone, something worth living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary, isn't it? You never know what happens. Little thoughtless actions that you never knew could contribute and accumulate to produce a monster in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day, it'll happen to someone dear to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cherish every moment, and smile more often. Do stupid things while we're still young, and laugh. Be nice, and do it from your heart. Otherwise, there's no point - both giver and receiver would be so fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-1095031667110708385?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/1095031667110708385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=1095031667110708385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1095031667110708385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/1095031667110708385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-straw-on-camels-back.html' title='The last straw on the camel&apos;s back'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-3872508612190260798</id><published>2010-09-01T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:24:44.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of brunch, grownups and random</title><content type='html'>Met Jillian at 10 15 for brunch todaye! :D Xinyi joined us after an intense session of catching up. ;) I wouldn't call it bitching, but... Ah fine we were bitching. But it was about Bitchy. It's okay to bitch about bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Excuses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7297.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible day for photos. Never liked taking photos after I just woke up, but I figured this blog would look bland without my increasingly irritatingly repetitive face being spammed all over ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7301.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7301.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby! Now we're talkin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had breakfast in ages. There's always no time, and no food for breakfast on weekdays. During weekends... Well, let's just say I wake up in time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMNOMNOM WOOH PANCAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7313.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7313.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food makes me a happy &lt;s&gt;monster&lt;/s&gt; girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left early for a movie with Bryan, Eugene and Jianting while Jillian and Xinyi started on their work :B I just can't get down to accomplishing any school work unless I'm in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the impromptu movie decision though, we didn't decide until like way into the late night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/grown-ups-movie-cover-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/grown-ups-movie-cover-01.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Grown Ups! Was pretty good, but nothing much to write home about. It's definitely not a bad choice for a lighthearted laugh, nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandered here and there, but ended up pretty much nowhere. Stood around and contemplated going to the library to study but ended up going to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7342.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7342.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene being unglam as usual and Bryan conveniently looking into the other direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7316.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7316.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are Eugene's eyes even smaller than usual?&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, this photo is pretty cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7354.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7354.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaobai's number one fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much sat around doing nothing for hours and still managed to entertain ourselves. Then my tuition teacher rang the doorbell and BOOMZ they were gone in a matter of minutes. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, abrupt end as usual since it's getting late and there's school tomorrow. Toodles you lovely people! Ending off with a photo of my cutest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7371.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7371.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE SAY AWW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739843194407415184-3872508612190260798?l=jess-aye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/feeds/3872508612190260798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2739843194407415184&amp;postID=3872508612190260798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3872508612190260798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739843194407415184/posts/default/3872508612190260798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-aye.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-brunch-grownups-and-random.html' title='Of brunch, grownups and random'/><author><name>Jessaye!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05381671228935417469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cF5ZjMICQ9o/TuwvhEhRmuI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Xy4VSm3i_8w/s220/IMG_5445x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739843194407415184.post-6660733889613912959</id><published>2010-08-31T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:21:22.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day</title><content type='html'>Previous night, I was a nervous wreck. Couldn't sleep, all I could think about was the performance. Hyped up, after all those weeks of practice, hard work, sweat and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postman dance went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or white... wasn't so good. I never saw the point in people crying over a mistake on stage. But today, I was one of those people. After all those weeks of practice, all we get is contempt from people who want the concert to end quickly just so that they could go back to the primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to Multi-Purpose Studio after flag raising to prepare for the performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7043.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7041.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7056.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natassha whom I used to go out with often, and Malcolm my chiobu!&lt;br /&gt;(I have a blue black on my arm that's visible in photos! Sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7044.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7055.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Retro Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know what's with the second photo. I think I was half-ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7067.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffah! :D&lt;br /&gt;One of my Everlast sneakers are still with her :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bring in a commercial break to present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7072.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorporated's sexy lady who forgot to wear pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7074.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless photo of self that requires no caption. Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/jessayeee/IMG_7078.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless pullings of hair and abuse of facial skin cells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photo
