<?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-37800019</id><updated>2012-02-17T20:10:42.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS CINDY POON</title><subtitle type='html'>lets roll over</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>684</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5606342371439825547</id><published>2012-02-16T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T20:10:34.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday jingni !</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Jingni's post birthday with the uni friends over at mâché last week. Hope she likes the presents from us (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies , we are already in the second year of our university life . Another year before we officially graduate and get our degrees . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it scares me , I am afraid to  move on into the working world . Office politics and what nots. Imagine the mundane 9-5 life. Everyone will lead a different life, we will have lesser time for one another . I don't want :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, everyone will get married. I am afraid . Afraid that no one will love me enough to want to spend the rest of their life with me . I dont want to spend the rest of my life alone when all friends get married. Maybe I am destined to spend the rest of my life alone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Aj5W7NhYVpo/Tzu_oqpCTpI/AAAAAAAAHrc/A785eLc4HmU/s640/blogger-image-1459489927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Aj5W7NhYVpo/Tzu_oqpCTpI/AAAAAAAAHrc/A785eLc4HmU/s640/blogger-image-1459489927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LyoLcomkK5k/Tzu_unppKSI/AAAAAAAAHr0/AoPFAXqL_Fo/s640/blogger-image-174463140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LyoLcomkK5k/Tzu_unppKSI/AAAAAAAAHr0/AoPFAXqL_Fo/s640/blogger-image-174463140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lj8s20yQfgo/TzywOjdXQcI/AAAAAAAAHso/wxZ1JsYb5To/s640/blogger-image--1776642301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5606342371439825547?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5606342371439825547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5606342371439825547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/02/jingni-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday jingni !'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Aj5W7NhYVpo/Tzu_oqpCTpI/AAAAAAAAHrc/A785eLc4HmU/s72-c/blogger-image-1459489927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7919590089537945548</id><published>2012-02-15T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:19:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>I am just another girl . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved , be pampered, be doted . I want to be pretty, slim, smart and secure . I want to be able to have someone say," you are beautiful", even when I just got out of bed, have no makeup on, and look like crap. What I want seems simple. But yet very difficult to achieve . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a lot of money, so I could go for plastic surgery. I dont see anything wrong in wanting to enhance your looks through surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say love isn't about how you look on the outside , if you love someone you only care about what's beautiful on the inside(character), love is blind (blind because you can look like shit but the other party still loves you) ? True ? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone of the opposite sex doesn't look presentable or attractive , would you even take the initiative to know or even start a conversation with him/her ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a very superficial world. People say natural beauty is the best. Oh really ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random blogpost while I am on the train home . Goodbye ! 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(: all together we had three steamboats together. I love steamboats ! BUT too much of a good thing is bad . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's all about the time spent together . Gambled after dinner, abd my luck is so terrible this year . ( people say that those born in the year of the horse cannot gamble , so it's true ? ). Ohwell, it's all in the name of fun ! When gambling , people have a 50/50 chance of either winning or losing . It's okay if my luck is bad ,at least I had fun ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad that we are closer this year and spending our first CNY together . I foresee more of these gatherings to come in the future . (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos before I head for lunch in school ! Meeting my favourite uni friends to study together ! All the late kids . 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Just like four photos because I am lazy like that . Hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say,"that won't happen to me". Because life has a funny way of fooling us. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yyePlhiyZcg/Ty6P_xtEDtI/AAAAAAAAHoM/9imVj2KU6PI/s640/blogger-image-965299527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yyePlhiyZcg/Ty6P_xtEDtI/AAAAAAAAHoM/9imVj2KU6PI/s640/blogger-image-965299527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AL8gGnNjP8o/Ty6QAhQAEgI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/v04UoH2nT0A/s640/blogger-image-1054873023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AL8gGnNjP8o/Ty6QAhQAEgI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/v04UoH2nT0A/s640/blogger-image-1054873023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-knJg3ZJYOkU/Ty6QBrNcmSI/AAAAAAAAHoY/ohY-1qoYXLg/s640/blogger-image-710754801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-knJg3ZJYOkU/Ty6QBrNcmSI/AAAAAAAAHoY/ohY-1qoYXLg/s640/blogger-image-710754801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8jCBYR_60X4/Ty6QCQvTeHI/AAAAAAAAHog/p-MOjxamET0/s640/blogger-image--1190902132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8jCBYR_60X4/Ty6QCQvTeHI/AAAAAAAAHog/p-MOjxamET0/s640/blogger-image--1190902132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o4N_D0-T0mY/Ty6QDII-VFI/AAAAAAAAHoo/b0d1zdAUbXw/s640/blogger-image-828559503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o4N_D0-T0mY/Ty6QDII-VFI/AAAAAAAAHoo/b0d1zdAUbXw/s640/blogger-image-828559503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-1987261648363506570?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1987261648363506570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1987261648363506570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/02/cny.html' title='CNY 初二'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yyePlhiyZcg/Ty6P_xtEDtI/AAAAAAAAHoM/9imVj2KU6PI/s72-c/blogger-image-965299527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4074701149140705742</id><published>2012-02-05T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T02:04:05.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strictly pancakes</title><content type='html'>Small gathering with the 4/8 sac girls on a Friday night few weeks back (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I really miss being in secondary school. Most people say that your secondary school days are the best years of your student life. I couldn't agree any further ! Indeed , my secondary schools days were my favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we always gather together  in the mornings as the assembly area for our gossip sessions, how we rush down for recess, bargain with the nasi padang stall's uncle to charge us only $1 for a huge plate of food, have more gossip sessions, pass letters in class, using our phones secretly (which gave me the talent of replying texts without looking at the phone), PE lessons, how we change our clothes in class, how we would always hang out after school at tampines mall, the countless neoprints we took, our study sessions during our o'level period, the school uniform etc ! The list is endless . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love my school uniform ! I remember how my friends and I would head down to this place which manufactures our uniform to have our uniform customized ! I remember it  was "2 inches longer for the blouse and 2 inches shorter for the skirt". Resulting in super mini skirts and long blouses . We thought it looked like sailormoon. Furthermore SAC uniform did not require the tugging in of blouse . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting how the lower your PE shorts were , the cooler you are. Hahah  plus I miss how there are school rules . It's fun in a weird way to break them and risk getting caught .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how my discipline mistress would purposely walked pass my classroom and call me out of class halfway during my lessons and rant . "why is your skirt so short ? Why are you wearing colour bra? Why do I see all your ear studs on, and why is your nose stud on your nose ?" hahaha . Gosh I can't believe I actually had my nose pierced before (2 piercings somemore) . 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I am going to accept this fact, and respect this decision. I don't deny that it was a pretty awesome journey, between those quarrels .. Good Memories are those that I will keep somewhere deep down in my heart . Well, if someone wants to leave , I won't force them to stay (anymore). There wont be happiness this way. It takes two hands to clap, so it isn't entirely your fault. I was just being very egoistic, and always trying to push the blame away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's also because we are at different phases of life . Our viewpoints never coincide . It's just a jigsaw puzzle that wouldn't fit , maybe if we force it , it would. But it would never be perfect . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday someone will love me for who I am, just like how someone else will love you for who you are . I know. Thanks for being a part of my life once  (: although I wished that you would be a part of my life always . And you were right , I am not good enough for you and you definitely do deserve someone better . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be the last of all my emo posts here ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better since I gave up hope. No regrets , only lessons learnt . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOe0tD6DFBw/TyzdITyiVWI/AAAAAAAAHmk/iMVlkUKJAqo/s640/blogger-image--719684831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOe0tD6DFBw/TyzdITyiVWI/AAAAAAAAHmk/iMVlkUKJAqo/s640/blogger-image--719684831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-1539928247889653948?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1539928247889653948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1539928247889653948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/02/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOe0tD6DFBw/TyzdITyiVWI/AAAAAAAAHmk/iMVlkUKJAqo/s72-c/blogger-image--719684831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-77009733443059969</id><published>2012-02-03T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:20:20.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 初一</title><content type='html'>CNY is still my favourite festival of the year . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a festival filled with house visitings, gatherings, angbaos, steamboats, gamblings, happiness and not forgetting the goodies that makes me salivate and instantly become "hungry" when i see them . Plus almost everyone I see is happy ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish CNY lasted longer . Really love it, but well back to reality . Guess I just have to wait till next year ! Which also means a year older. And a few years down the road, I foresee myself being like those in tv commercials. Where I will be bombarded by the elderlys with questions like,"when are you getting married etc". All I will need then will be a bottle of good beer . *pun intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a few photos from 初一 . &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iAIimU8hQmM/TyuEDY85zMI/AAAAAAAAHlw/r4crZRAPoD0/s640/blogger-image--596101688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iAIimU8hQmM/TyuEDY85zMI/AAAAAAAAHlw/r4crZRAPoD0/s640/blogger-image--596101688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5oLa4Tq1aEU/TyuEC8DS1dI/AAAAAAAAHlo/Nz1yCxBwhhM/s640/blogger-image--46431736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5oLa4Tq1aEU/TyuEC8DS1dI/AAAAAAAAHlo/Nz1yCxBwhhM/s640/blogger-image--46431736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tho2J9PsQL0/TyuED5jePbI/AAAAAAAAHl0/us66cMSBheM/s640/blogger-image--1109373817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tho2J9PsQL0/TyuED5jePbI/AAAAAAAAHl0/us66cMSBheM/s640/blogger-image--1109373817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-28IbOtiXyXM/TyuEEZSGLKI/AAAAAAAAHl8/ORHCUPahFFQ/s640/blogger-image-1628718365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-28IbOtiXyXM/TyuEEZSGLKI/AAAAAAAAHl8/ORHCUPahFFQ/s640/blogger-image-1628718365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-17NFAfS415o/TyuEB3-PKoI/AAAAAAAAHlc/jPIcaLVFYjU/s640/blogger-image-880363526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-17NFAfS415o/TyuEB3-PKoI/AAAAAAAAHlc/jPIcaLVFYjU/s640/blogger-image-880363526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7LgRuA0_8Ys/TyuECYyLI3I/AAAAAAAAHlg/veMeM1FEFmo/s640/blogger-image--630535282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7LgRuA0_8Ys/TyuECYyLI3I/AAAAAAAAHlg/veMeM1FEFmo/s640/blogger-image--630535282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cZQQYeh9ihc/TyuEE_UnS1I/AAAAAAAAHmI/5G9i1JgZTH4/s640/blogger-image--2014492556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cZQQYeh9ihc/TyuEE_UnS1I/AAAAAAAAHmI/5G9i1JgZTH4/s640/blogger-image--2014492556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0gI6yu8k8_E/TyuEF5L_LuI/AAAAAAAAHmU/vNnGyrjRrHM/s640/blogger-image--626854951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0gI6yu8k8_E/TyuEF5L_LuI/AAAAAAAAHmU/vNnGyrjRrHM/s640/blogger-image--626854951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-77009733443059969?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/77009733443059969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/77009733443059969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/02/cny-2012.html' title='CNY 初一'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iAIimU8hQmM/TyuEDY85zMI/AAAAAAAAHlw/r4crZRAPoD0/s72-c/blogger-image--596101688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2573227677348000038</id><published>2012-02-02T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:09:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I'm not angry because we broke up, I'm sad because I can't let you go.  I'm happy because of the memories we made, I'm sad because I can't stop reliving them in my mind.  I'm not angry at you for not loving me, I'm angry with me for still loving you.  I'm not angry that I lost you, I'm sad because I once had you.  I'm not angry that I can't have you, I'm sad because I know what I'm missing.  I'm not angry that you won't come back, I'm sad because I keep hoping you will.  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JY54P75NQeM/TypgupeAFnI/AAAAAAAAHlU/aqpAGv5gJOA/s640/blogger-image--96982617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JY54P75NQeM/TypgupeAFnI/AAAAAAAAHlU/aqpAGv5gJOA/s640/blogger-image--96982617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2573227677348000038?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2573227677348000038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2573227677348000038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-not-angry-because-we-broke-up-im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JY54P75NQeM/TypgupeAFnI/AAAAAAAAHlU/aqpAGv5gJOA/s72-c/blogger-image--96982617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5063774144883756652</id><published>2012-01-29T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T03:17:35.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>Since you treat this as a game, why should I even treat it seriously ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad to know how I have been treated like a toy. You discard me when you are angry and as and when you feel like it , and come back when you feel like it. I dislike this . No actually, i seriously hate this. Why should I even allow myself to be treated like this . It's unfair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world should ever make you feel like you are just a toy for them to fool around with. Not even your parents have the right to make you feel this way. We are all human, we have equal rights . Perhaps I shouldn't have been so soft hearted . Why should I ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I apologised and cried , do you give a damn ? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me wake up from being this foolish person I had been . I hate the me I was . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wake up . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b1IEdEdmukc/TyQRCLB4tBI/AAAAAAAAHlE/cet08EAm0iY/s640/blogger-image--1993927741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b1IEdEdmukc/TyQRCLB4tBI/AAAAAAAAHlE/cet08EAm0iY/s640/blogger-image--1993927741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5063774144883756652?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5063774144883756652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5063774144883756652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b1IEdEdmukc/TyQRCLB4tBI/AAAAAAAAHlE/cet08EAm0iY/s72-c/blogger-image--1993927741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2472749988778234654</id><published>2012-01-26T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:02:57.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renioun dinner</title><content type='html'>Happy Lunar New year 2012 ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is my favourite festival of the year since I was a little girl . Partly it's because of the red packets and the CNY goodies, but more so because CNY is a time for all my relatives to get together . The past 3 days, I had been so busy visiting and having people visit . Totally draining of my energy, but I love it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how my family and relatives will always go visiting as a group . Like we will have a plan on whose place to visit at which day and what time etc . It's so harmonious. I love family gatherings . Another plus point is because my family consist of so many people, especially my maternal side. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder , I think that when I grow old and have kids of my own , CNY will not be as fun . Due to the small family sizes everyone has now .le sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish the year of the dragon would be an awesome year for everyone ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, two photos from my renioun dinner on CNY eve at my god parents' place ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oTzx40sT7e0/TyEPbfEl6NI/AAAAAAAAHk4/FuTOJwENc9g/s640/blogger-image--288378949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oTzx40sT7e0/TyEPbfEl6NI/AAAAAAAAHk4/FuTOJwENc9g/s640/blogger-image--288378949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WAmD4tkMPqI/TyEPacYHw2I/AAAAAAAAHk0/lisPaTTuudg/s640/blogger-image--495106305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WAmD4tkMPqI/TyEPacYHw2I/AAAAAAAAHk0/lisPaTTuudg/s640/blogger-image--495106305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2472749988778234654?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2472749988778234654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2472749988778234654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/renioun-dinner.html' title='Renioun dinner'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oTzx40sT7e0/TyEPbfEl6NI/AAAAAAAAHk4/FuTOJwENc9g/s72-c/blogger-image--288378949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-885452547668429219</id><published>2012-01-22T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:46:30.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat your girl right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d389e458.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I found this note which was written by this guy on the net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So simple, yet so true and so meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Treat your girl right, bro. Plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(128, 128, 128);  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know it can be hard to please h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;er sometimes, but it’s worth it in the end. Remember that she’s your happiness, your world. She should be the first person you talk to in the morning, and the last person you whisper “Good night” to. Unlike some of your bros, she’s going to be there for you when you’re the happiest, but more importantly, when you’re at your lowest. She’ll cook for you and care for you, so treat her like a queen. Girls are delicate creatures. Think before you say. Think before you act. They take every little mistake you make and multiply it by a thousand. So try not to mess up, aight? When you’re fighting, sometimes it’s better to put your relationship before your own pride. You’re not helping yourself by making her upset, bro. And never, ever, under any condition, let her go to sleep crying. She’ll resent you for it for the rest of your days. Don’t forget to make her feel special everyday. Open doors, go shopping with her. Hell, make dinner for her! The more you show her you love her, the more she’ll give you in return. Remember that an “I love you” via text is never as special as one in person. And show her off to your bros, don’t be ashamed of her. She’s never been ashamed of your dorky ass. Look, she doesn’t really need much in a relationship; she just wants to feel like she matters to you. That’s not asking for much, bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But if you haven’t learned a thing from reading this, remember this. Love her unconditionally, loyally, and keep her close. Love her with everything you’ve got: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Because I swear, if you won’t treat your girl right, someone else definitely will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f1bbb0172e1a9117805067" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc translationEligibleUserAttachmentMessage"  style="word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; margin-top: 5px;  color:gray;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="text-align: justify;font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="text-align: justify;font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="text-align: justify;font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:12}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hero2890" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=632211252" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Karl To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/37800019-885452547668429219?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/885452547668429219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/885452547668429219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-meaningful.html' title='Treat your girl right'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2339056680070785374</id><published>2012-01-19T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:55:26.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0334.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to believe that you will not break your promises again. I want to believe that you will always stand by me. I want to believe all the sweet stuff you said to me. I really want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people say, that if we love someone, we should let them go. Because if he/she was meant to be yours, they will come back to you. But no one ever told us what we should do if he/she doesn't come back. Why do you choose to hold on to something you initially wanted to let go ? Is it true that people only know how to treasure something only after they have lost it ? not once, not twice, but many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One last shot. If it is meant to be, it would be. The stronger people are not the ones holding on, the strong ones are the ones that can let go. I do not want to go through all that hurt again. There is only so much my heart can take. Its a surprise how the heart can still work even if it is broken.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think that if two people are meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   together, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;they see each other they get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   this incredible feeling like none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;other. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   special feeling that is amazing and they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;they want and are supposed to spend the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   rest of their life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;with that person...and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;just know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2339056680070785374?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2339056680070785374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2339056680070785374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/believe.html' title='believe'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7638479661832855765</id><published>2012-01-17T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:15:08.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple as that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JsRfx2UOl3Y/TxRbG5b5kKI/AAAAAAAAHks/-RKggrQkQeo/s640/blogger-image--200309518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JsRfx2UOl3Y/TxRbG5b5kKI/AAAAAAAAHks/-RKggrQkQeo/s640/blogger-image--200309518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7638479661832855765?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7638479661832855765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7638479661832855765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/simple-as-that.html' title='Simple as that'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JsRfx2UOl3Y/TxRbG5b5kKI/AAAAAAAAHks/-RKggrQkQeo/s72-c/blogger-image--200309518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4681903232625422990</id><published>2012-01-14T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T05:48:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long post</title><content type='html'>Life is playing a prank on me, is it ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason we met, a reason for the good times, a reason for the bad times and most importantly a reason for it to end . Perhaps it's not that we are not meant to be together, but we are just not ready forever. We are still young. There are still so much for us to learn, experience and grow . Maybe your love does not belong to me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the memories, the little surprises, the times you cooked for me, all the long phone calls we had before we sleep every night, the times you always accompany me to places oeven when you don't want to, the times where you made me smile/laugh like a little 5 year old girl, how your hand felt in mine, and the times when you made me so in love. These memories will always etched somewhere on my heart, because I treasure them. I want to remember only the happy moments . Nothing else . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are right , we aren't compatible. "I am just an obsessive , crazy girlfriend who is also a little psychotic and not forgetting that i am very materialistic. " It's okay, one day I hope someone is going to love the real me , the me which I have always been. I know. I hope you would too. I will never ever change, because this is me . So I have decided to let go too, let go of the love we once had and to let go of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving is wanting the person to be happy, even if it is not with you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to cry anymore.. If someone wants to be in your life, they would never even leave. I just want to be thankful I met and had you during a part of my life (: it's just disappointing that I cannot stand by you anymore. I wanted to . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4681903232625422990?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4681903232625422990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4681903232625422990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-long-post_14.html' title='Long long post'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7669100607202964121</id><published>2012-01-11T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:23:54.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life doesn't hurt until you have time to yourself to think about how things have changed, who you've lost along the way, and how much of it is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e1b68ccf.jpg"width=600&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7669100607202964121?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7669100607202964121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7669100607202964121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7826551800586233008</id><published>2012-01-05T05:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:36:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken pieces</title><content type='html'>Our life is like a book, and just like any other book,we will have many chapters. Some may be interesting, some dull etc. We never know what the ending will be like , only until the end . Scary or thrilling ? I Had choose the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole will be as good as new. What is broken is broken. I had rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not expect anything, so I will be disappointed no more. I just read a really good chapter but why should i remain at the same chapter when I am already at the end of it right ? Maybe it was really an awesome chapter and I would love to re-read it all over again. So ? What's the point when I already know what the ending of the chapter will be right ? If I could take an eraser the pencil markings and a pen to re-write the whole chapter permanently  my own way, I would . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all your lies, "I love you", was my favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/55ec503f.jpg"width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, god bless . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7826551800586233008?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7826551800586233008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7826551800586233008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/broken-pieces.html' title='Broken pieces'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8582753450300809678</id><published>2012-01-04T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T02:02:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>Do you ever sit and think... what if? What if you never said the first hello? What if our paths never crossed? What if you kept you mouth shut and just let things pass, or what if you would have said just one more thing? What if you had five more minutes? What if you could turn back time or make it all just stand still? What if you could say i love you one more time or NEVER had said it all? Where would your life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures to add some colours to this space . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d6167de9.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ecd67fad.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/83e3d348.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b11f2cfc.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/29bb5d8f.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8582753450300809678?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8582753450300809678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8582753450300809678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-9208249882301531631</id><published>2012-01-02T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:01:56.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0299.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Christmas eve with the boyfriend and his family by having buffet dinner at Grand Corpthrone Waterfront Hotel before heading to powerhouse. Good variety of food, nice ambience and of course great company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time meeting the boyfriend's parents, and of course I had those 'meet the parents' jitters . But the boyfriend was taking pleasure in seeing how nervous I was . He was constantly  asking me, " are you nervous ?", its like he was set on repeat mode. Maybe i wasn't that nervous, but thanks to the boyfriend, I was. Atlas all was well- I hope . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pictures ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0285.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0305.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0294.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0295.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0290.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0304.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_0306.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway happy new year ! Let's all forget the past and move on to the future ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-9208249882301531631?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/9208249882301531631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/9208249882301531631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-christmas-eve.html' title='My Christmas eve'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-117011081766322241</id><published>2011-12-31T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:44:11.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><content type='html'>New year's resolution for 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, so here is the time of the year to sit down and reflect on what happened to us for the past year, what we had done wrong , what we had done right and what we did not achieve . A new year is the time for us to let go of the past and to leave whatever unhappiness we have in 2011. Whatever unhappiness or downfall we experienced should be treated as a valuable lesson in life, maybe its to shape us into having stronger personalities ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I'm going to comeup with a list of new year's resolutions and hope I keep to them . We all know that  it is terribly hard to keep to our self-made promises. But I am going to train up my willpower and make things work ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take good care of my skin . &lt;br /&gt;2. Quit any unhealthy activities. &lt;br /&gt;3. I must take control of my attitude and not say nonsense I will regret whenever I'm angry. &lt;br /&gt;4. Spend money wisely , and not buy something I already have. &lt;br /&gt;5. I must not let my thoughts run wild . &lt;br /&gt;6. Study smart and not hard . &lt;br /&gt;7. I shall try not to be so stressed up over the tiniest stuff . Sometimes being a perfectionist is very draining mentally. &lt;br /&gt;8. I shall think twice before making any decision. I certainly do not want to make permanent decisions base on temporary feelings . &lt;br /&gt;9. Act more like my age . I feel like I am a 16 year old trapped in a 21 year old body . &lt;br /&gt;10. Laugh more ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/daa006bd.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear past, thank you for the lessons. Dear future, thank you for another chance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-117011081766322241?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/117011081766322241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/117011081766322241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='New year'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6188659643708325367</id><published>2011-12-26T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:23:06.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c51b9b9d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;After a while, you just can't cry anymore. You just have to believe that what happens is what's supposed to happen, and, well, you can't change that, even if you tried.  So just dry the tears, and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6188659643708325367?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6188659643708325367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6188659643708325367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3534396106298148720</id><published>2011-12-25T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:30:10.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend thinks I am a glutton . He is always bringing me around to eat good food , but the problem is not the good food . The problem is that he loves ordering a table of food enough to feed four grown ups, when there are only the two of us . Why am I complaining ? I should be thankful, because Christmas is all about being happy and being thankful ! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9092d130.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/211efb63.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/a826f14f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/72b8cac3.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/551c56c2.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3534396106298148720?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3534396106298148720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3534396106298148720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2726111919879521477</id><published>2011-12-20T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:51:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/193a6ea0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Met up with my poly friends a while ago ! We haven't been catching up often , but true friendship is being apart but knowing you are still as close as ever right ? I miss how we used to see each other almost everyday during our poly days . But this is life , we don't always stay at a single spot forever. We grow older , we have different aims and goals in life , our view points change , and eventually all of us will choose to walk down different paths in life . What to be thankful is , when we still want to make time out of our busy schedules for one another . ♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Photos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/01509920.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/75c44c45.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/bcf8b1ca.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0ca6424b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e6f203af.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0cf5c417.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6ecc4b77.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Sometimes I really wonder if humans are really born with a certain characteristic that no matter what we do , we will never be able to alter that characteristic that is embedded in us ? Is is true that we all have a character that is unique to each individual ? If it is true , then if someone tells you that they will change, or that they will try to change, how much of it is actually true ? How much can you take a person's words for ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Sigh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2726111919879521477?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2726111919879521477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2726111919879521477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/poly-friends.html' title='Poly friends'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-1791205760648713469</id><published>2011-12-16T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:20:05.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21abc7a4.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;'I love you' means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do things I want to do. It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with. I love you means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, hoping you feel the same way for me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-1791205760648713469?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1791205760648713469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1791205760648713469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3865023925178900259</id><published>2011-12-13T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:47:15.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Flea Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2a76d12f.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a flea two Sundays ago with my uni friends at Scape , the third time we are having a flea together. I love having fleas with them, because of how "&lt;em&gt;not shy&lt;/em&gt;" they are, and how "&lt;em&gt;aunty&lt;/em&gt;" they can actually be. Exactly like me ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our target audience are always the &lt;em&gt;pinoys&lt;/em&gt; because they buy in bulks, and the best part is , they will get their fellow &lt;em&gt;pinoy&lt;/em&gt; friends to visit our booth too. But that Sunday we were very unfortunate to have our booth beside a stall that sells " 3 pieces for $4" for everything. They were even selling undergarments ?! Really ruining the market value of our clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was really tiring and hot, but the best part of having a flea is to go there with a heavy luggage, and go home with a very light luggage. Plus it was bonding session with my uni mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I adore converting my unwanted clothes into cash, and then with the cash, I can get more clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its a vicious cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ee01bc52.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/eb2f5570.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0c5d6b58.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/19be39bf.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ad8a57d0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6f30337f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/749ad15a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5875e3b7.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2f3c82e7.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/64ae0422.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/465fb39c.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c866438e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3865023925178900259?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3865023925178900259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3865023925178900259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-flea-sake.html' title='For Flea Sake'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2709868491107938134</id><published>2011-12-12T00:37:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T04:15:49.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/486396de.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of someone dear to you is hard, but holding on to someone who doesn't even feel the same is much harder. I myself know that I have been in and out of countless relationships, even my dad thinks that I "&lt;em&gt;change clothes&lt;/em&gt;" too often. But what he doesn't know is that I will always put my heart &amp;amp; soul into each and every relationship. For me, I do not regret any of my past r/s. If it is good, then it is wonderful, if it isn't good, its an experience.I always try to be the perfect girlfriend, but I have never pass that test. I get overly possessive, sensitive and all. It scares the other party off. But you know what ? That's just because I love too much. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I would pass the test one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They always say that we have to go through a few &lt;em&gt;wrong &lt;/em&gt;partners, because only then will we truly appreciate the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; one when he/she comes. True ? I must constantly remind myself that things happen for a reason, and if it was meant to be, it wouldn't have ended. I shouldn't be sad because it is gone, I should be happy it happened. Many people are going to touch my life in different ways, some come for awhile while there are some that stay forever. Those who stay forever are ultimately the ones that count. Giving up doesn't mean I am weak, it only means that I am strong enough to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what's sad in every break up ? Its the thought that the person whom you used to talked to everyday, will suddenly become a stranger. We used to be strangers, then we became friends, lovers, and now we are going to be strangers again. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are right. I will always be me, &lt;strong&gt;Cindy Poon&lt;/strong&gt;, I will never change. I just have to find that someone who loves me for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2709868491107938134?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2709868491107938134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2709868491107938134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8310025532564067449</id><published>2011-12-08T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:50:59.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/SAM_0092.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/SAM_0090.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/SAM_0094.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Life is for having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Don't be stupid and waste it on some guy/girl who does not cherish you. Never waste it on someone who doesn't want their friends to know they're in love with you. Don't give that person any of your tears or a month or a year of your life when he/she treats you badly and doesn't mind even if he/she makes you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Every person deserves someone who wants to brag about them, someone who isn't afraid to say, "i am in love with him/her". Everyone deserves someone who makes them smile and laugh at their worst moments. Everyone deserve someone who would catch them when they fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;We all deserve at least that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Is it that difficult ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8310025532564067449?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8310025532564067449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8310025532564067449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-someone.html' title='That someone'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/th_SAM_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4024375271321665806</id><published>2011-12-07T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:51:20.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/95191ed3.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MORE PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1436e62e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1050.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1041.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/f70ab87c.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5fa10c36.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/3cfd41f6.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c1991dea.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2fc55e3f.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/7edacc68.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6aa5a346.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2eea202c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/59603597.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly, I do not know what all the fuss is about turning 21. By 21, we should already realize that birthdays just mean more responsibilities. 21 is the age of responsibility. After 3 months, I am already wondering why I was in such a hurry to get here . Suddenly everything that isn't legal to do before we reach the age legal age is legal, which takes the fun out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am 21, so am I a grownup now ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4024375271321665806?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4024375271321665806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4024375271321665806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/21st-birthday-part-2.html' title='21st Birthday (Part 2)'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/th_IMG_1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7802797624369536711</id><published>2011-12-04T23:25:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T01:21:52.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday (Part one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been three months since I had my twenty-first birthday party celebration. I let laziness get the better of me, simply because there are too many photos and I don't seem to have the time. So I took this Sunday night to churn out a blog post on part one of my 21st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/3a318742.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 21st was celebrated at Aranda Country Club. A huge part of me was so relief that this whole thing is over. I remember the month leading to my birthday, I was undergoing some panic attack. All thanks to the procrastination bug again, which left me to officially start preparation one month beforehand. No one told me that planning a birthday party was this insane. ohwell, just very glad its over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, less talk and more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c85016b1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/a90fe0a0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/8059f976.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6bcd6460.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/aa9f51c8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c52fb734.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/89039ec9.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c5438dac.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/70912558.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d1a0e512.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/031ec31b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ad982192.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d6744542.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/91f1b5af.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/dda4ba63.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/69e62732.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/26ee402c.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/aa079662.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/bca26ae8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1535128e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c59c0627.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/502e8515.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d5b0b24b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e9f3de9c.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0e98b45a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1f460c8b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b00c23ba.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/bc0539cc.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e2b09a9b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5f1f1ddd.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1d9e90a8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1079.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_0905.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1118.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1094.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1088.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1078.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1076.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/IMG_1070.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d2353232.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6594ceb8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/cac83d21.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/fe1a60ef.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9bdc6036.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit that I was scrutinising the following photos to spot who was clapping and who was not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spy with my little eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/493a2e8a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/db8f9f6c.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2ea1604d.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/177f2e54.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d226fd2c.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part two of the birthday celebration next ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hitting the age of 21, means officially entering adulthood. More responsibilities, no more saying "I am still young, thats why i didn't know" etc. I still feel like a kid alot of times, as the saying goes, there is an inner child in every one of us. My inner child must be very active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could, I would want to go through my birthday party all over again. It feels good being in the limelight. I hope everyone had a memorable night, like myself. Very thankful for the family &amp;amp; friends who took the time off their Friday night to attend my party. What would a birthday party be without the people you love right ? Appreciate their efforts. Guess I was just a very lucky girl to have so many love ones with me on that special day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes, I am officially 21 now !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7802797624369536711?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7802797624369536711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7802797624369536711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/21st-birthday-part-one.html' title='21st Birthday (Part one)'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/21st/th_IMG_1079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4022962305851181322</id><published>2011-12-02T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:25:02.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/798ec262.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt; Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, &lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him, &lt;br /&gt;who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, &lt;br /&gt;or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... &lt;br /&gt;wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, &lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, &lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends, &lt;br /&gt;who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. &lt;br /&gt;One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4022962305851181322?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4022962305851181322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4022962305851181322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/find-someone.html' title='Find someone'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7611099244750782864</id><published>2011-11-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:18:04.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/11e856a1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;The boyfriend has been bringing me out for good food every now and then . Evidence can be seen on the growing tummy :( I need to control on my food intake and not wait till the day someone gives up their reserved seat on the mrt for me because they think I am pregnant or something , when it's actually my fats, before I start regretting . Le sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Although I have been devouring various types of food with the boyfriend, the best meal I had were the ones made by the boyfriend himself ! Breakfast and dinner made with love  (; The way to someone's heart is indeed through his/her stomach . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I don't need my partner to shower me with luxury goods etc , all I want is to know that he cares enough to take the effort to cook me a meal . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b646c7fc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;The pasta which he wanted to surprise me with . Silly boy put the whole packet of pasta into the pot for two of us . Which was obviously too much ! Why so cute ? Hehe You bet that was the most delicious plate of pasta I had .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/f106ecdf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;The ultimate test of any relationship is to disagree but still hold hands . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7611099244750782864?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7611099244750782864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7611099244750782864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/ultimate-test.html' title='Ultimate test'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-690542130904570865</id><published>2011-11-27T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:33:45.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's 24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celebrated Matt's 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marche&lt;/span&gt; on a Sunday few weeks back. Hopefully he loves our present and presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time flies, I am so afraid to grow old. They say when one reaches their twenties, time will fly even faster and one will feel as though he/she is aging at the speed of light. sigh. I must stop any activities that makes me age. For example, staying out under the sun for long hours, sleeping late, eating unhealthy food and all. Please let me have the perseverance. I do not want to regret because of my negligence ten years down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d47b2447.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9494ce20.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d1704494.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ee707863.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/7c1de894.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2d50f6b6.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a Sunday and I just got back from my flea with the uni girls at Scape flea market. I am drained. Imagine waking up early and selling items after a night at Powerhouse. Think my stamina improved. Plus I love the feeling of going home with a heavier wallet and a lighter bag. And I am really thankful for the boyfriend who was there with us the whole day (: He bought food for us, while we work '&lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;' at selling our items. So very thoughtful. Thank you dear boy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must learn to appreciate the things I have, instead of being miserable dwelling on the things I do not have. This way, life would be more amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-690542130904570865?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/690542130904570865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/690542130904570865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/matts-24th.html' title='Matt&apos;s 24th'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-266854127079885160</id><published>2011-11-24T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:47:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/f1f190ae.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason the world is in chaos, is because things are being loved, and people are being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone knows how much value someone or something has to them ? I know ! The easiest way to find out how valuable someone/something is to you , depends on how afraid you are to lose it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post for tonight while on the bus home . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-266854127079885160?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/266854127079885160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/266854127079885160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflect.html' title='Reflect'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5436422663721586190</id><published>2011-11-21T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:51:26.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/71d28d10.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night , I couldn't sleep . I kept tossing and turning in my bed , thinking . Really thinking . You know the best time to reflect upon life is before you go to sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad , how the same person who made me felt special yesterday is also the same one that made me feel unwanted today . People always say, you have to go though many wrong ones before you learn how to appreciate the right one . Well, then I think I haven't found the right one. Because if I did , why doesn't he feel as appreciated as he thinks he should ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we girls think alot, we get emotional and unpredictable. We mind fuck ourselves over and over again . It's like they build a roller coaster in our head. But all we really want is something very simple , to be love by the one we love and to be reassured. Why don't the guys see it ? They just get angry, think that we girls are acting like some crazy bitch and all things negative . Men are from Mars, women are from Venus . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to love you forever . Forever never last, it's a fantasy. it's a dream that can never come true. And no matter how much you wish and pray that this one time forever will last, it won't. Because he will change his mind eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may. Maybe this is why people hold on tight to memories , because they are the only thing that doesn't change, when all else does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5436422663721586190?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5436422663721586190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5436422663721586190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-night-i-couldnt-sleep.html' title='Life'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3460695118319937713</id><published>2011-11-19T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:06:11.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usuals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Shirleen ! (: We had dinner the other day and while taking photos, we realised how much we have aged :( We even compared the recent photos with photos we took 4-5 months back, and OH MY. Why is it that in a few months, we can change so much ? Its pretty drastic. We have lost our youth. Its kinda scary how fast we are actually aging. I wonder what it would be like 5 years from now, how I would look like etc. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Shirleen told me that when we reach a certain age, we will already lose that innocence we once had and took it for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was young, I want to look older &amp;amp; more mature, but now, all I want is to look young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/634c91d4.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heading out to have a haircut before meeting the boyfriend ! bye ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3460695118319937713?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3460695118319937713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3460695118319937713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/usuals.html' title='Usuals'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4923382243569197557</id><published>2011-11-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:18:17.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d520e6d6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy... Anger... tears... laughter.. It's when you want to be together despite it all. That's when you truly love another. I'm sure of it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4923382243569197557?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4923382243569197557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4923382243569197557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/falling-in-love-with-someone-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6552755987300883857</id><published>2011-11-12T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:14:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studio Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed over to USS last Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My second time this year, but even more fun this time round because of the different company. I love being in USS, because it seems like I am bing transported into another world. A world with no worries, just eat and play. So unrealistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The iconic globe that everyone has to take a picture with. We are no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/10bba711.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e860a9d5.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5c0a43ab.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/46a38c13.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love peiling's sister's camera. I need to get one, because my camera is kinda screwed. The flash doesn't work :( and its only been 2 years ? No more gadgets from Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d67abe44.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9213.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9211.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6ed0479a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boyfriend being very traumatised just by looking at the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9230.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9229.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, Peiling and I totally embarrassed ourselves. We got up to the 'RED' ride, got on the seats all &lt;em&gt;geared&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;up and all, then we realised that we weren't daring enough to take the ride because we felt extremely unsafe, plus we were seated at the first row. We had this mentality that we would fly off the ride, so we frantically called out to the staffs to unfasten the safety harness from us &amp;amp; to let us get off the seat. Meanwhile praying that the staffs would actually hear our frantic calls before they actually launch the ride. Atlas we got off the ride before it even got launched, with nasty stares from the other passengers. hahaha. We are saved !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9226.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2490440c.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The waterworks show. Lay insisted that we sit in the blue zone, which is the zone we are supposed to get soaked. Fortunately we were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9220.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9218.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9215-1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9214-1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9201.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9210.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/SAM_9193.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/7521bd9a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/83c295d1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mummy ride ! We actually took it a second time just to pose for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0bf9608d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/978ee14e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/48f7eb14.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/61925a14.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c0992790.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ac10af9f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/61098bec.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/067f06df.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/8340af85.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/437b5569.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/f2453948.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e284db38.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/36fc065f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner was at Wavehouse ! One of the best pizza I have ever tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/cd5cd8f5.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1e58bb48.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b91d2ed8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0eb2d016.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c03c4f0a.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, its a rainy Saturday. I am waiting for the boyfriend to come over soon before we head out for dinner with Lay &amp;amp; Peiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sidetrack, I wish I didn't think too much sometimes. Its really mindfucking. And the worst thing is, I am mindfucking myself. I must learn to trust but not be too gullible and naive to believe 100% that anyone says. Maybe 60% is good enough. Its above average right ? I used to trust easily , but as I grow older and wiser , I have come to realised that the world is indeed superficial. Anyone can smile and be nice to you, but you will never ever know when the same 'nice' person is going to stab you at the back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always tells me "never trust anyone, not even your family" . It's pretty sad isn't it ? Many questions often run in my mind. Why can't everyone just be who they are and say nothing but the truth (&lt;em&gt;because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind right&lt;/em&gt;) ? Why must we humans be hypocritical ? Why do people deceive ? Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after many painful lessons , I have learnt to build my gut up and to not trust anyone so easily . Why should I let my gut down , trust someone and believe whatever they tell me ? All these does nothing but opens up my heart and mind to hurt. Emotional hurt . I won't be so foolish again to let myself go through all those nonsense again. Because the heart can only be stabbed so many times , after which it starts to mulfunction. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6552755987300883857?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6552755987300883857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6552755987300883857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/universal-studio-singapore.html' title='Universal Studio Singapore'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7548167443722602812</id><published>2011-11-11T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:10:19.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/42a9b840.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's an experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7548167443722602812?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7548167443722602812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7548167443722602812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/experience.html' title='Experience'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5128771511831301614</id><published>2011-11-04T22:06:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:31:33.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween 2011 was spent at Powerhouse and Avatar for two consecutive days. This resulted in me being an extremely lethargic girl on Sunday. But all is well, I enjoyed myself pretty much although I wasn't even dress up at all :( But my boyfriend being the very mean person he always is, said that I do not even have to dress up for Halloween. Meaning my normal self is scary enough ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which boyfriend says that to their girlfriend ? hhahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we had alot of fun spamming photos at the Johnnie Walker booth at Powerhouse ! The lighting makes us all look so fair, and I have alway wanted to have fair skin. Shall go google on how to lighten my skin till it illuminates. Then people can spot me from afar. hahah. Joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;photos ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e4049a7b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b77d73d8.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/8805416a.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c508cc0a.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/95bfe2d1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b3d70f34.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b9f6d892.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/61731beb.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/7ab4709c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/345e0250.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/fbdab02f.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being you. You made me realised how fortunate I am, and I am counting my blessings because I got to meet you . Or my good karma ? Hehe I know I always make promises but more than half the time, I have failed to fulfil and deliver them. I know it although I always act like I am oblivious to your feelings. I may be the girlfriend from hell at times (or alot of times) but you just have to know that I really do appreciate you ! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because it only takes a second to say 'I love you', but a lifetime to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5128771511831301614?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5128771511831301614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5128771511831301614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7502741005047094440</id><published>2011-11-02T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:01:35.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sMPLmKpoWCk/TrDcvTSVYzI/AAAAAAAAHjU/z6H4Xv1Xv5s/s640/blogger-image--969654564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sMPLmKpoWCk/TrDcvTSVYzI/AAAAAAAAHjU/z6H4Xv1Xv5s/s640/blogger-image--969654564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7502741005047094440?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7502741005047094440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7502741005047094440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sMPLmKpoWCk/TrDcvTSVYzI/AAAAAAAAHjU/z6H4Xv1Xv5s/s72-c/blogger-image--969654564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-97622161939176999</id><published>2011-10-30T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:09:09.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/4b5f9f2a.jpg"width=500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad when u choose a wrong move because everybody commit mistakes,it's the primary reason why a pencil is always created with eraser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-97622161939176999?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/97622161939176999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/97622161939176999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/erase.html' title='Erase'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7495344585155615902</id><published>2011-10-28T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T11:23:56.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/99bf4fb0.jpg" width=500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I trust you" is better than "I love you", because you can always love the person you trust , but you cannot always trust the person you love . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7495344585155615902?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7495344585155615902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7495344585155615902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5124319763503762749</id><published>2011-10-26T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:00:19.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Feeling like a very lucky girl , because I found you. So here is a very short post before I head to la la land !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ikea dinner ! Too much food for the two of us , this Basil is turning me into an even bigger glutton. He thinks I am a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/b15d959d.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pictures of us at my girlfriend's birthday party at NSRCC last Saturday . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d0829daa.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/8dbbce10.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy was so sweet to buy me my favorite sashimi salad lunch from Sushi Tei before going over to Natalie's chalet early in the noon. Just because he knew I didn't have a proper breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e5b9bd54.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day he surprised me at my place with sliced fish porridge , gongcha and herbal drink just because I was feeling unwell. I still thought he was in school ! I remember how when I came out of the bathroom, I saw someone standing at the living room and thought he was my sister's boyfriend. It really was a pleasant surprise ! No one will know how happy I felt when I realized that someone would actually be so sweet to me . Hahaha so cheesy . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ee993ed3.jpg" width=500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly love sweet gestures like these . Haven't felt like this in a while and i feel so pampered - almost like a little girl all over again. Thank you for being you, and for all the little surprises I have received. I feel so fortunate . Thank you for taking time off you schedule for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now (and I hope for a long time to come), my favorite place is right next to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5124319763503762749?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5124319763503762749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5124319763503762749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3941264375922926905</id><published>2011-10-20T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:41:02.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>Age is just a number . Your maturity level determines how old one person really is . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True isn't it ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older person may not necessary be more mature than someone younger than him/her . I know of a few guys who still act like they are boys , not men, like how they 'should' be. In contrast, I know of guys younger than me and have maturity levels way higher than the many older guys I have met and dated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I think I have a very high maturity level . I admit to have a very childish side of myself also , I mean I'm sure everyone of us has an inner kid in us. I am no exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althought it is inevitable that people of different ages will at times have different perspective of things, due to the difference in experience . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that as long that I don't mind , then it doesn't matter . Shall do whatever makes me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9bb91474.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sweet khaki gave me lozenges because I had sore throat. Thank you (; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/73ea4021.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3941264375922926905?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3941264375922926905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3941264375922926905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4054723303229401179</id><published>2011-10-20T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:25:40.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate the most - I hate it when people I lend money to can go lend other people money BUT they have no money to pay me back. Its about your principles okay. CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, anyone heard about the ''&lt;em&gt;Cry Wolf&lt;/em&gt;'' story ? I did !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story : Once you tell a lie, the next time even if you tell the truth, no one is going to believe you. I repeat, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5f9d737a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/fbec213f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4054723303229401179?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4054723303229401179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4054723303229401179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-1504381898775554876</id><published>2011-10-17T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:59:30.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Picture of me and my favorite cousin at my cousin's wedding last Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/4cef8c02.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : would you rather live in fantasy or in reality ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I'm a very realistic person. I thought I would rather envelope myself with the cruel truth than to feel bliss with a fantasy world/lies.  Key word here is 'I thought' . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ignorance is really bliss . After knowing the truth yesterday night , I swear , I would rather be oblivious to it. Even if people around think I'm stupid for being kept on the dark for 3 whole months . Why must I be so gullible ? Oh well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope nothing changes . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;A very troubled Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-1504381898775554876?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1504381898775554876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1504381898775554876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-96179049428778962</id><published>2011-10-12T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:58:52.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-70Uq7z_d7Z0/TpVIu1McxzI/AAAAAAAAHjM/CRYeAO6ZfSE/s640/blogger-image-2135755729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-70Uq7z_d7Z0/TpVIu1McxzI/AAAAAAAAHjM/CRYeAO6ZfSE/s640/blogger-image-2135755729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-96179049428778962?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/96179049428778962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/96179049428778962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-70Uq7z_d7Z0/TpVIu1McxzI/AAAAAAAAHjM/CRYeAO6ZfSE/s72-c/blogger-image-2135755729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8803878006667639454</id><published>2011-10-07T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:50:08.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>So basically I'm in lecture now and I'm damn bored . The lecturer's voice is like a lullaby, it can effectively put some of us to sleep . Yes, it is THAT monotonous . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos tagged from Felicia's 21st bd album, a few Saturdays ago . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch break now ! Yay ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from SIM , &lt;br /&gt;Cindy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/bac72ee2.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/96ef92b5.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9b7e6072.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0d49baea.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/7a9a802f.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8803878006667639454?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8803878006667639454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8803878006667639454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-81196909538712897</id><published>2011-10-05T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:41:13.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>"love is when you just had a huge fight, but then decide to put aside your ego , hold hands and say 'I love you'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0a4d0b79.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-81196909538712897?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/81196909538712897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/81196909538712897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5498703968871647091</id><published>2011-10-04T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:44:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I cannot get to sleep :( So here is a very random post , and I actually have to wake up at 9am for school in a few hours time ?! Kill me already . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extract from 'the notebook', A lot of guys are nice to girls when it's just them, but it takes a man to be nice to a girl when around all his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I find a man like this . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try and sleep now . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/3819b50b.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5498703968871647091?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5498703968871647091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5498703968871647091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4072930864268284171</id><published>2011-10-02T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:39:38.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pretty handphone cover ! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1205e697.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4072930864268284171?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4072930864268284171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4072930864268284171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-handphone-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5625737160983208747</id><published>2011-09-29T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:59:26.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytales</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I loved fairy tales ! The classic reads like, Snow White and the seven dwarfs, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast etc. The list is endless. Actually I still do love fairy tales up till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about fairy tales - they are warm, fuzzy and full of happy endings, and even when you know life isn't like that, it's still nice to suspend the disbelief, just for a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I wish I can have my own happy ever after also . Ohwell. Wishful thinking . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from wenlue's bd celebration at Boiler 2 weeks back if I am not wrong . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/17c6608b.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/23562635.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/eb19fcab.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/7f472908.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/65f5701a.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5625737160983208747?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5625737160983208747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5625737160983208747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/fairytales.html' title='Fairytales'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8951394418019035436</id><published>2011-09-28T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:55:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Made cupcakes with the girlfriend last week ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a very last minute decision to bake these little cupcakes. There was so much ingredients we have got to buy and the best thing was, we didn't have a measurement cup &amp;amp; weighing machine. So all the measurements were done by our very skillful estimation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turns out looking pretty, but it was a tad too sweet ? Goes very well for the sweet tooth I guess. Oh yes, we had a huge problem with creating the icing because the "&lt;em&gt;smart"&lt;/em&gt; me thought that piping bags weren't necessary. How very wrong I was :/ Thus, our supposedly one hour of baking time turned into 2-3 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will try better next time ! I want to make mini meringues soon ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/a338f842.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5d6054fb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/605c9309.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random photo of my sister and I . Although we have our sibling squabbles every now and then, I know that she is always there for me. So thankful for an elder sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Girls fall in love with what they hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys fall in love with what they see.&lt;br /&gt;That's why girls wear make up &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOYS LIE&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8951394418019035436?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8951394418019035436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8951394418019035436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-104795297932717473</id><published>2011-09-25T21:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:07:35.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela's 22nd Birthday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos credits to Angela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celebrated Angela's 22nd birthday last Monday at Paragon Sushi Tei. We gave her a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; surprise &amp;lt;: Hopefully she likes it ! I am very tired now, due to the night at Powerhouse yesterday, so I shall just post some photos here ! Shall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/a127838c.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6dc6b46b.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c42cb58c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6cc62eef.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/2258cb22.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/f1961770.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/15821f04.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/84119b63.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e3e1b314.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/e08fbf56.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/16432b9d.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/de115a82.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/17d276fd.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ff4a481f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/3a24cc63.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/8103d3d9.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/6538bb20.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/a9050fc0.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/50b7699d.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she likes the present we got her ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/858edfe1.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-104795297932717473?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/104795297932717473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/104795297932717473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/angelas-22nd-birthday.html' title='Angela&apos;s 22nd Birthday !'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2969809513542592727</id><published>2011-09-25T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:37:10.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald’s Monopoly is back with more ways to win than ever before. Start playing today! T&amp;C’s apply.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sg.churpchurp.com/misscindypoon/share/mcd-monopoly2011?utm_source=social_btn&amp;amp;utm_medium=sharing"&gt;McDonald’s Monopoly is back with more ways to win than ever before. Start playing today! T&amp;amp;C’s apply.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2969809513542592727?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sg.churpchurp.com/misscindypoon/share/mcd-monopoly2011?utm_source=social_btn&amp;utm_medium=sharing' title='McDonald’s Monopoly is back with more ways to win than ever before. Start playing today! T&amp;C’s apply.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2969809513542592727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2969809513542592727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/mcdonalds-monopoly-is-back-with-more.html' title='McDonald’s Monopoly is back with more ways to win than ever before. Start playing today! T&amp;C’s apply.'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8099540950015025506</id><published>2011-09-21T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T03:55:11.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0e4c7b8f.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is so unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes its as if god is pulling a prank on us. I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate it when someone I love is troubled, and there is nothing I can do about it to alleviate his/her pain. It really sucks. There is so much I wish I can do to help unload their trouble, but in reality, there is really nothing much I can do. All I can help is be a listening ear, or just be someone there when he/she really needs someone by his/her side. Because I know. When you share what's troubling you with someone close, its like suddenly you worry lesser and become happier. It works for me, and that's when I know who are the friends who won't walk out on me just because I am experiencing a little mishap in life etc, and who are the ones whom I can really call up at 3am just to whine to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know alot of people love to say, " I will be there for you whenever you need me. Just give me a call." Have you ever wondered - how many of them really mean it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At town with my beloved khaki (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/108303dc.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d3c4f6b1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/433ec5b1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1afca078.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you cannot find a right decision, you should make and decision and then make it right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8099540950015025506?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8099540950015025506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8099540950015025506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4129435628078023992</id><published>2011-09-16T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T03:52:14.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5de4f1bc.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what everyone wants in life is continuous and genuine happiness" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4129435628078023992?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4129435628078023992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4129435628078023992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-everyone-wants-in-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7751143800683607289</id><published>2011-09-15T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:35:00.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are who you want to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My small group of SIM friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, they may not be the huge clique of uni friends most people have, because of uni camps and CCAs, but I am very contented with having this group of awesome foursome uni friends. Jingni, Angela, Matt and myself. Its the quality that counts, not the quantity. Maybe on the surface, having quantity projects a '&lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;' image to others. Yes, I have &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of aquaintance. So what ? These aquaintances only know me as , Cindy Poon, that happy go lucky person or in other words, I am the person who couldn't care less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, closer friends know exactly what I am like, and its really a miracle how these people still want to stay good friends with me after knowing my flaws etc. I am not as happy-go-lucky as I appear to be, in fact I have the most complicated mindset ever. I can make a mountain out of a molehill in my head, driving myself into a whirlpool of stupid thoughts. Honestly, I had rather have a few friends I hold close to my heart than many fair weather friends. This way, I can concentrate my time and love to those who really matters. Since time is already so limited right ? Like the saying says, friends are the relatives that we make for ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank god for putting amazing friends in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/3fd30bab.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/a2375edb.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/cbc3981e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ca78d8f8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/c3efea6e.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Withlove,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7751143800683607289?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7751143800683607289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7751143800683607289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-who-you-want-to-be.html' title='You are who you want to be'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4958871269840229821</id><published>2011-09-14T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:33:18.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more braces !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After close to two years of having those metal on my teeth, now it does feel weird. It's like suddenly something is missing in my mouth, and it feels so empty . Planning to collect my retainers next Monday already. Sigh , I can't imagine how I have to wear retainers for the rest of my life ? Today is hibernation day and I am missing a few people already. Maybe I should go out and get myself milk tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/8a9dc43f.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4958871269840229821?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4958871269840229821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4958871269840229821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/whee.html' title='Whee'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7744939711147252732</id><published>2011-09-07T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:53:19.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sushi Tei oh Sushi Tei, what have you done to make me so addicted to you ? (Soup Spoon and Gongcha included) Everyday I crave for the same food over and over again, I never get sick of them . So much so that everytime my friends and I eat out, they always knw where to suggest for lunch/dinner. Feeling like an old lady who is very resistant to changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/4654de87.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/f0795085.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last Sunday I had a flew at Scape with Peiling ! First time having a flea together, and the sales were better than we expected. Our target marker were the pinoys ! Because they buy in bulks , but the con is that they are so good at bargaining, we just had to give in to them . Though at the end of the day, we two looked like retards pulling our oversized luggage and feeling very tired, it was worth it ! Especially since I got to spend time with the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/290ff08e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/53aa6547.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/10f94ddd.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0ce214e1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9e5da63f.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/54f5eddc.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/943cefc8.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/051d153e.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/08ee370f.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9635ff0b.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just done with the new semester timetable selection. Woke up at 930am just because of that and wasted close to two hours on it. SIM, your website rocks. Keeps giving us the "error, please try again" page. Praying hard that I did not choose the wrong electives ? Kinda worried now. But too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you cannot expect someone to stay, if all you have given them are reasons to leave." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7744939711147252732?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7744939711147252732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7744939711147252732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh.html' title='Oh'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7093231287466953218</id><published>2011-09-06T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:20:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/IMG_0985.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally the long anticipated 21st birthday is O.V.E.R. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past one month of preparations and anticipation were eating me inside out. I was so stressed out over what the venue, decorations, food, my birthday dress, the turnout etc. So much to do and so little time. My girlfriends even said that I was worrying too much. Thank god for the amazing people around me who lending me their hands. My two hands are not enough ! And I am so happy with the turnout, I had more than my anticipated 60-70 guests. Really, I feel like a fortunate girl at times like that. I wonder what did I even do to deserve all these . Very thankful especially for the people who took time off their Friday night to attend my birthday party. THANKYOU. What would my party be like without these people right ! Appreciate the effort made, especially those who dressed up to the colour theme (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The presence of everyone is the greatest present I can ever wish for. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7093231287466953218?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7093231287466953218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7093231287466953218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/21st.html' title='21st'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-287232402669508003</id><published>2011-08-30T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:09:42.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We just have to accept that some things will never ever be the same again, no matter how hard we try. The past will always just be a fragment of our memory. Right ? How can we move on to the future if we still hold on the past ? Its like before we open another door, we have to close the previous one first. Ohwell. This week is going to be a very hectic week. My birthday on Friday and flea market on Sunday. There is only so much I can take, but I think there is no one who really understands at all. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wish myself luck ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ce2fa8f0.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-287232402669508003?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/287232402669508003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/287232402669508003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3145443901913948371</id><published>2011-08-28T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:14:11.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time passes faster when I am with someone I adore. Its like , I can spend the whole day with that person but still miss him/her when I get back home. Or its like I do not want the day to end when I am with that person. sigh. Its weird why I am sighing right. Shouldn't I be happy I found someone who satisfy the above criteria ? No. I do not want to go through the hurt of being lied to , feeling jealous and all, over again . I know . Because of some stupid remarks made two weeks ago , and yesterday , I realized that I do not want to go through the 'I am so jealous' phase again. And I certainly do not want to be reliant on anyone like before. Why should I even let anyone define who I am ? The feeling really sucked that much.  Cindy Poon is better than that . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9f8c485d.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/af603922.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3145443901913948371?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3145443901913948371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3145443901913948371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-1418568426152182804</id><published>2011-08-24T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:47:04.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got the exam results yesterday. Felt relieved that I passed everything. The fact that this is the first time getting my uni results made me so nervous. Plus its like a 100% exam based. Its either I make it or break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other hand, getting the results back also made me realised that this world is very competitive, even up till now. Not that I didn't know of this fact before. Its like people whom I haven't talk to in a while suddenly come asking me for my grades, and that's not even bad. The worst was when people got pissed off when I refused to let them know exactly how many As, Bs, Cs or Ds I got. Seriously ? Does my grades matter &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much to you ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I can say is, I did my best. My grades are my grades and your grades are your grades. I do not see a need for any form of comparison. Does knowing my results make you feel better about yourself ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d81f98b5.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really want to migrate to somewhere where life is quieter and slower paced. Where people are happy with simple pleasures in life. We humans need to learn how to be satisfied. Specifically, I need to learn how to be satisfied, otherwise I will never be truely happy. Sigh. Who actually understands me ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-1418568426152182804?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1418568426152182804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/1418568426152182804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4765119502967564883</id><published>2011-08-21T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:46:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sitting in front of the computer, and I finally figured out how to download songs from youtube ! Feeling a sense of satisfaction from within, because previously silly me didn't even know how to operate iTunes. The upside of being single, means you actually learn how to do alot of things yourself and not be overly dependent on another party to '&lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt;' you. In fact, that's not even called helping. Because at the end of the day when you get too much &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt;, you become too reliant and you never get to attain much knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know sometimes I really wonder who really are the people who cares, and who are the ones who are just plain nosy. There is just a very fine line between the two, and I wish I will never ever know anyone who fulfils the latter category. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had another revelation recently ! I think people should NEVER talk to someone of the opposite sex, whom they just met, about their past relationship or whichever nasty stuff they did while they were still with their ex. Seriously. For myself, I will become very wary of someone like that. I mean I really like it when people are honest, but sometimes ignorance is really bliss. Okay, I know I am contradicting myself here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[pictures]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/ab3ec4d1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/bdf558ec.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d30cf5c1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/54e6e35e.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/4cf8bb4d.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/9f214b47.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was reading on horoscopes. Really interesting how they are so precise in describing what a virgo female is like. Seriously, I was like going "wow, omg" while reading it alone. Quite retarded, but no one is watching. so ... hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I am going to read my book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4765119502967564883?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4765119502967564883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4765119502967564883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/change.html' title='A change'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3981865391390818234</id><published>2011-08-18T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:49:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODAC barbeque at NSRCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Barbequed at NSRCC with the ODAC people on one the Thursday recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love NSRCC, it has one of the nicest chalet I know of, besides Aranda country club. Would really love to celebrate my 21st there, but blame it on my procrastination, I couldn't get any slots one month before hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/00344986.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a revelation recently. &lt;em&gt;Things happen because you make yourself believe it will happen&lt;/em&gt;. For example, my past three relationships all lasted between 7-8 months. One of the reason must be because I made myself think that way ! Like when my boyfriend and I are in the 7th month of the relationship, I will subconsciously tell myself that we will break up soon. Thus this leads to an insane amount of quarrels and negative feelings. Partly this is also due to my ridiculous temper and my crazy-bitch attitude, I do not deny. Don't talk about how my boyfriends couldn't stand me, a lot of times I cannot stand myself either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A part of me blame myself for reading up too much on quotes. One such quote is, " If you cannot take me at my worst, then you do not deserve me at my best". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its pretty ridiculous of me to input this quote into my life, because alot of times I show too much of my&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;terrible side and I expect the other party to tolerate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like omg cindy poon ?! Who do you think you are ? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/5a38f2d0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/85bfcd1e.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/284698_10150730644025062_567435061_19545070_2490887_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/0319d341.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darren - the dude who always bullies me in lectures ! Kicking my chair, throwing sweet wrappers at me and all . Ohyes, not forgetting that he and the rest in my principles of banking &amp;amp; finance lecture calls me, "metal mouth". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/73c43d5b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/d1f6bb84.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j398/misscindypoon/1cbfa7ad.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because life is simpler when you were younger. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3981865391390818234?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3981865391390818234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3981865391390818234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/odac-barbeque-at-nsrcc.html' title='ODAC barbeque at NSRCC'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6468299015293993844</id><published>2011-08-16T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:46:52.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick your words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I am aging faster nowadays that I am slowly reaching my 21st birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it normal to worry so much when you are just reaching the age of 21 ? The other night I was just asking my dad, "What if I get left on the shelf, what if I can find no one who wants to marry me ?". My dad's very casual reply was, "Who asks you to be so picky ? Sometimes you just have to close one eye." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can choose to be less picky, I can close one eye, but why should I make myself fall for someone I know I cannot love whole heartedly ? It wouldn't be fair for the other party or myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also I am occupying myself too much about how my 21st birthday party will be like. I guess having too much aspirations actually makes me very stress, not that its totally a bad thing. It pushes me to try and pursue what I really what, instead of having a come-what-may policy. As much as I want to deny all the horoscopes facts, I know a small part of me is yearning so much for perfection. Virgos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohwell. three more weeks till my party, I hope everything turns out smoothly and as what I hope it would be ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pictures - Powerhouse on one of the Saturdays recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/305801d3.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/096a35af.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/4200ea43.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6468299015293993844?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6468299015293993844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6468299015293993844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/pick-your-words.html' title='Pick your words'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7391211659129320397</id><published>2011-08-10T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:01:38.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impromptu Powerhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday caught us at Powerhouse. The most impromptu session ever. Just imagine, I was home, bathe, with my make up off, specs on, hair bun up and watching tv. Then my dear girlfriend texted me at ten plus eleven asking me if I would want to go to Powerhouse. So I went ahead, even though my brain was half dead. But its a FRIDAY. How can I waste it at home ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At times, I feel like a housewife. I had rather stay home and stare at the television than go out. I am slowly evolving into a sloth. I used to not be able to stand staying at home, even for a day. But now I have come to appreciate this very rare alone time I get to have for a few hours. No one I have to entertain, I can just stone and live in Cindy's lala land. oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Signs of aging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/617ade76.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/39de7a62.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/bc9b9e30.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/71ec54e2.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/7354afdb.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/b12cb95d.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/1cda0723.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/c9530222.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/36986695.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am officially quitting my job before the contract ends this week ! I cannot take it anymore :( I feel tired everyday, even my parents are happy that I quit, especially my dad. Who had been telling me to quit my job, ever since I came home telling him how tired I was. haha I fulfilled his wish ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cindy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7391211659129320397?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7391211659129320397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7391211659129320397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/impromptu-powerhouse.html' title='Impromptu Powerhouse'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6438970045518572460</id><published>2011-08-06T15:42:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:02:00.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Day two</title><content type='html'>Some snapshot of our breakfast. Anyway, day two in Bangkok was a Sunday, so off to Chatuchak we go . Since its only open on weekends, if I am not wrong. Didn't get as much stuffs as I thought I would at chatuchak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple breakfast at the hotel before setting off early in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/633b03e0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/b3a1ac2f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/45e7ca6f.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/32027af1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very very sunny and hot Chatuchak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4404.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4402.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4399.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4400.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4392.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4398.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4390.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaya salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4389.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4379.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4378.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4380.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4386.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4388.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4385.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4386.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/7b37d846.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/01b31c77.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4373.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4374.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the heat any longer, plus I didn't get any clothes at Chatuchak. Which would not be a problem if I did not bring only one set of clothing to Bangkok. Had Japanese food at Platinium ! I love Japanese food. Somethimes I wish I was born a Japanese, so I can eat their food everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4414.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4409.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4408.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4414.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4406.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4410.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4413.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BANGKOK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6438970045518572460?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6438970045518572460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6438970045518572460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/bangkok-day-two.html' title='Bangkok Day two'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-757924949121515902</id><published>2011-07-31T15:29:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:36:46.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/d797baf3.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The land of SMILES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is always something about taking a plane that transforms me into a little girl again. I get all hyped up and excited about it. Especially when the plane is taking off. It feels very surreal, yes, up till this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4298.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our tiny aeroplane with the plane less than three quarters filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/16c9d5b0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4282.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/15456255.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/d1d30996.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/942bd971.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/433a8271.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was our itinerary. Courtesy to our dajie peisui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4297.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4295.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/b71f960b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4301.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4302.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So due to out late flight :( By the time we reached Bangkok and beat the jam to our hotel, it was already time for dinner. We had buffet dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Baiyoke Sky Hotel. &lt;/strong&gt;Which is by the way the highest point in Bangkok. The view from up there was spectacular !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/2df8d614.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4316.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4325.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4324.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4328.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/d9b21bfa.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4315.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/ee8169b5.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went to tour the place. and took touristy photos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4361.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/3bf2dda8.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/aa149f9c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4335.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4364.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4362.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4363.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4370.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4371.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, basically these sums up my day one in Bangkok. I want to go back there again so badly. I love the thais !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-757924949121515902?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/757924949121515902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/757924949121515902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/amazing-bangkok.html' title='Amazing Bangkok'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6259629615860254696</id><published>2011-07-28T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:10:31.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yes, I went to Bangkok and now I am back on sunny Singapore. I miss Bangkok so much :( Everything is so cheap, and the people are so friendly etc. Shall blog about it during the weekends so this space stays alive ? I want to go back to Bangkok !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/95dda165.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6259629615860254696?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6259629615860254696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6259629615860254696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-yes-i-went-to-bangkok-and-now-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5407655521848852466</id><published>2011-07-25T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T02:37:33.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello from Bangkok ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5407655521848852466?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5407655521848852466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5407655521848852466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-from-bangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7932913646797085621</id><published>2011-07-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:40:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/5c126987.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes its not the person we miss, its the feeling we had when we were with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7932913646797085621?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7932913646797085621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7932913646797085621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-its-not-person-we-miss-its.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3981141044420000586</id><published>2011-07-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:32:14.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M Studio Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/4270840c.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, after my flea with the girls, I went over to Natalie's boyfriend, HongLing, twenty first birthday celebration over at &lt;strong&gt;M Studio Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its a really nice place, very romantic for a couple's getaway. So Shirleen, Natalie and I came up with this ridiculous idea that the next time we should help hint to each other's boyfriend. Like for example, the two of them should try and hint to my &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; that I love that place and all. Hopefully he gets the hint, and brings me there ? hahaha. Love how we can always say such silly stuffs and not be judged amongst us. Stole quite a number of photos from hl's album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/3fd0ee34.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/7d629d36.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/29d2fe0f.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the birthday boy and the delicious ice cream cake ! Happiness is a piece of cake, literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/e40ebf08.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/de850a17.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/09590195.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoever can say 'no' to pizzas ? Not me for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/49645d8d.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/0aaf2e7a.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/ccaab7b8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/b50dd58d.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/19de07b0.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/ef38f793.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In flower prints ! Telepathy or what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/f5152051.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/c85f5434.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/386c29f3.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/e062cda1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4249.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/36a5fb15.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/85465763.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/9585166b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/eec28ad8.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/8212d5b3.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/c9aabc2d.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for having us over (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a miracle I met you girls. One thing for sure, no matter how head over heels in love I am, or how a guy makes my hormones rage, it will never get to a point where he takes over my close friends. My friends have stucked with me through most of my ups and downs, while my boyfriends/ex boyfriends are just a passing phase for now. Once the relationship is over, its pretty hard to even believe that we were even once together. It definitely feels surreal. Its like one moment you two are like the closest people on mother earth, and the next moment, strangers. What's left behind are photos, memories and maybe even a few pieces of the broken heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3981141044420000586?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3981141044420000586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3981141044420000586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/m-studio-hotel.html' title='M Studio Hotel'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-3803036492771660054</id><published>2011-07-17T11:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T12:29:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Flea Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second time having a flea together with my SIM friends yesterday ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The booth allocation was a first come first serve basis, and so many people were there way before the set up time. Thankfully we had a good allocation thanks to Angela, although we were kind of late. This flea was much better because we had a one time experience before. Sales was much better and we were pretty busy, the flea time seemed to pass so fast ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few photos when the crowd was lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/a5c1cf5f.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/ac0ba196.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/270259_10150241752392799_678442798_7632067_5296125_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, shall enjoy my Sunday. Yesterday was a very long day. Because we went over to Natalie's boyfriend's birthday celebration at M Studion Hotel (: Nice place, and awesome pizzas. pictures some other day !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-3803036492771660054?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3803036492771660054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/3803036492771660054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-flea-sake.html' title='For Flea Sake'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4542192895633972689</id><published>2011-07-13T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:23:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday night saw us at Zouk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Consider the fact that I never exercise at all, I guess Saturday nights are the only time I get to burn off excess calories while having fun at the same time ! Beats heading for a boring jog around the track anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/3c53bcf4.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Us being very unglam - with our heels off at the bridge !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/48557418.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/3db64584.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/c5825095.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/64c01e2b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pardon the rest of the low resolution photos. Never ever trust the iPhone's camera .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/1d5d82a4.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/0515f1cc.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/d542ce3c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/7cd42d25.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/7255e4cf.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/264366_10150234195531134_605566133_7428982_4423955_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/f490d0cf.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/8b2b7fe1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/78f05a06.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/46e120a9.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright. Time for me to make some cheese toasts for second round dinner ! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4542192895633972689?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4542192895633972689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4542192895633972689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4184918239519784292</id><published>2011-07-10T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:59:57.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a lazy sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just woke up not long ago, must have been the latest I have slept in for this week. Slept at 630am ?! Beacuse I reached home and the hungry monster in me psychoed my mind into thinking that it cannot sleep without food, so I went to cook noodles for myself before I sleep. Yes noodles, it not even cup noodles. Even had to make the effort to boil water and slowly cook the noodles etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why must tomorrow be Monday again ? Dreading the Monday blues already.&lt;em&gt; sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Nothing a cup of gongcha wouldn't cure for now. If only Singapore has a four days work week policy or something. There wouldn't be TGIF but TGIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/2c7c86cb.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before saw the three of us hanging out because of &lt;em&gt;theblogshop buffet&lt;/em&gt;. We queued close to an hour for a 15 minutes "buffet" . The terms and conditions were changed last minute due to some unforeseen circumstances. Not much nice stuffs, or anything we really fancied. Would we go back again if there was a chance ? NO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4184918239519784292?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4184918239519784292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4184918239519784292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-lazy-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7929742044892132951</id><published>2011-07-09T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:24:20.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane</title><content type='html'>Life has been treating me pretty well, or at least I am contented for now. Two really overdued photos with my dear girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/248946_10150204491296134_605566133_7201142_2114326_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/248571_10150204489931134_605566133_7201132_1389479_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I have been pretty dilligent and have already found a new job prior to my one month office receptionist job. I miss being a receptionist, especially at Murex. Because I get to blog/online shop/facebook while at work, most of the time, I would even go to the admin department to ask if there is anything I can help. The people there are friendly too ! Maybe becase I am the first person they see before they go to their office ? All the "Good Morning", never ever fail to make my day. Most importantly, the pantry is just behind the recep counter and there are always tidbits, canned drinks etc, all for the staffs. Which really explains the 4 kg gain in weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This current job (its been a week), is really busy, everyone is pretty much in their own cubicle doing work. No one really gives a damn to anyone, you just do your work and at 6pm, off you go. Thankfully for two other temp staffs who are around my age (: Although this current job may give a little boost to my resume, I can see myself detoriating mentally everytime I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TALK TO PEOPLE, AND NOT CONFINE MYSELF TO JUST THE COMPUTER SCREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I have the &lt;em&gt;after 6pm&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;weekends&lt;/em&gt; to look forward to. Enjoy your weekends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7929742044892132951?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7929742044892132951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7929742044892132951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/mundane.html' title='Mundane'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6566266165600921812</id><published>2011-07-04T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:45:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/267839_10150228142126134_605566133_7361012_7030001_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A picture of my most enthusiastic friend and I, over at her place last Sunday afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes we have been hanging out almost everyweek and I love staying over at her place after a night out at Powerhouse. Her bed is just hypnotic. Last Saturday I was waiting for her to finish bathing so that I can have my cup noodles before I plonk off to &lt;em&gt;lala land&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't even realise that I slept all the way till the next day (wih my contact lens on), the poor girl even attempted to wake me up and she told me I was sleep talking to her and she had to throw the cup noodles she made for me away :( I am sorry ! Promise to wait till you finish bathing and all, so we can have girly night talks before bed okay ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I found you Jayna Ong ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6566266165600921812?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6566266165600921812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6566266165600921812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/stayover.html' title='Stayover'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2179409528306615846</id><published>2011-07-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:58:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason's Birthday lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two saturdays ago saw us at Jason's birthday lunch gathering, which was supposedly part one of his birthday celebration. Not in the mood to elaborate now, so shall just post a barage of photos up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a huge piece of jigsaw puzzle. Until I get all the pieces together and find all the missing pieces, this puzzle will never be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/261463_10150221261305353_534005352_7679888_3970637_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/260193_10150221261360353_534005352_7679892_4945411_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4162.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/260512_10150221262085353_534005352_7679915_663556_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4171.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4197.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4165.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254570_10150221258385353_534005352_7679776_2352765_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/251040_10150221262200353_534005352_7679919_7765174_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4183.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4160.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4168.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4167.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4193.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4190.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4194.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4179.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4196.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall go prepare to head out now ! I have developed a terrible habit of being late nowadays. tsk tsk. Going to catch the Transformers I think ? Hopefully I know whats going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2179409528306615846?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2179409528306615846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2179409528306615846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/jasons-birthday-lunch.html' title='Jason&apos;s Birthday lunch'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-399446097340851456</id><published>2011-07-01T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:53:07.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, Peiling, her sister and I cooked laksa dinner for ourselves at their place. Very impromptu. Initial plan was to grab gongcha and head to their place, but then Peiling's sister wanted to get her baking necessities over at the supermarket. I guess I was lucky because there was a promoter serving up samples of laksa which smells so good. So I casually commented to them and they were like " &lt;em&gt;our house has that laksa brand ! &lt;/em&gt;" . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's how the three of us ended up buying laksa essentials and cooking our own dinner !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love to be able to cook for ourselves. It gives a sense of fulfillment, no ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/88c62812.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/f77eda7c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And these are the chocolate lava cake peiling's sister made ! I might have to steal that recipe of hers soon. Because the way to a man's heart is through is stomach ? really ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/92c29a15.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love is like the rubix cube. There are many wrong twists and turns, but when you get it right, it looks perfect on every side you look at."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-399446097340851456?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/399446097340851456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/399446097340851456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/last.html' title='Last Friday'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-971745441413096988</id><published>2011-06-27T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:52:47.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say absence makes the grow fonder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say, absence makes you forget what it even feels like to have someone's presence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I just got home from lunch with Natalie at Sushi Tei. Have been patronising Sushi Tei weekly, they should give me a loyalty card by now already. And right now, I am just typing away whatever is on my mind. The weather is so terrible that I am so happy to be home now, typing away on my keyboard and having a cold glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am easily contented by simple pleasures in life at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps. I did not go anywhere to party last weekend ! *p&lt;em&gt;at on the back for myself&lt;/em&gt;*. So will make do with some photos from the week before at Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/260004_10150209231956134_605566133_7242938_5685469_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/251100_10150209230106134_605566133_7242912_5186767_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/253747_10150209230541134_605566133_7242917_3134289_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4152.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4151.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below, picture of the birthday boy, who got wasted 10 minutes right after this proper photo was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4147.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to make toasts and read my Reader's Digest now. #thesimplelife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-971745441413096988?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/971745441413096988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/971745441413096988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/presence.html' title='Presence'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8326254156799618094</id><published>2011-06-21T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:45:05.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The light</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have been leading a very unhealthy lifestyle, have been hitting the clubs every week. Sometimes even twice consecutively. Is this the only way out ? The answer, no. Yes sure, I have my own load of fun, especially with the aid of alcohol and the girlfriends. But the repercussions the following day after a night out of laughter and silliness, would be emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just had an epiphany over lunch today: If I cannot love myself, then why should I think that others can love me more than I can ever lover myself ? Right !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This shall be the start of the journey through the meandering tunnel to find the light at the end of the road. Hello tunnel , are you ready for me ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Photos from Powerhouse last Saturday for Jason's birthday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4222.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4221.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4220.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4209.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4207.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4212.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4213.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too many photos taken in clubs nowadays. Even I get really turned off by my own antics. all the red faces etc. A few years later, I am going to look back at my actions now and LAUGH . I am sure. Guess it doesn't look like it, but I am the kind of girl who had rather spend the Saturday night over a movie/supper date than going to clubs. Yes, this is also partly because I am a terribly lazy female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8326254156799618094?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8326254156799618094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8326254156799618094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/light.html' title='The light'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-2002326180102627455</id><published>2011-06-17T10:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:59:24.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unspoken truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A weekly study session with the uni friends have evolved into a weekly dinner and catch up session. Or more specifically, Soup Spoon dinner . I have successfully corrupted their mind to crave for Soup Spoon dinner now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have the feeling that I have known these few people my whole life, when it had only been less than a year since we knew each other ! Life is treating me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be flying off to &lt;strong&gt;Bangkok&lt;/strong&gt; in a month's time. The land of smiles. We are so excited, we have already started researching on the places to shop, to eat, where we can go for massage/pedicure, what we will do there and of course what we intend to buy. To pile up on this whole mass of enthusiasm, I have decided on a plan to learn a Thai phrase everyday. So by the end of one month, I would have 30 new Thai phrases up my head ! &lt;em&gt;Talk about being enthusiastic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254924_10150204409296134_605566133_7200085_312822_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/247526_10150204414691134_605566133_7200121_267092_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/255074_10150204414761134_605566133_7200122_4090120_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/255168_10150204411276134_605566133_7200101_3764462_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/249853_10150204414991134_605566133_7200125_3752389_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/247336_10150204408531134_605566133_7200076_6342786_n-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/246931_10150204415121134_605566133_7200126_883920_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/247521_10150204415636134_605566133_7200136_745913_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254517_10150204415796134_605566133_7200140_5421074_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/248439_10150204415256134_605566133_7200127_7114724_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/250555_10150204432181134_605566133_7200422_6979921_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"There is a million guys out there, but the key is to find the one that make all the others disappear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Chan chue Cindy&lt;/em&gt;"= My name is Cindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-2002326180102627455?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2002326180102627455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/2002326180102627455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekly-study-session-with-uni-friends.html' title='The unspoken truth'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4847559111314622977</id><published>2011-06-15T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:56:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am waiting for the clock to stike 6pm, so here is a short post with really back dated photos from a month back . These were taken on the last day of my exams and immediately on the same day the uni friends and I decided to hit Zouk to celebrate our long awaited freedom. We were like dry sponges soaking up all the liquid of freedom the moment the chief invigilator said, "pens down, no more writing" . hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things rarely remain the same, it had only been a month but alot of things that happened really helped to OPEN up my eyes further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is the only constant. Things end for a reason and doing the same thing you did all over again is like reading a storybook you have already read, when you already know how the story is going end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why read the same book twice ? But I guess sometimes there are exceptions when that book is too good that you just have to read it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/229052_10150178371671134_605566133_6946827_5320702_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/226428_10150176629712799_678442798_7090604_6963126_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/225377_10150178371606134_605566133_6946826_7746446_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/224277_10150178372466134_605566133_6946837_6294068_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ten more minutes till six. I am going to leave this space for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4847559111314622977?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4847559111314622977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4847559111314622977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-pm.html' title='six pm'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-5967574237221506501</id><published>2011-06-13T13:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:58:56.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Googirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/251155_10150202756696134_605566133_7178841_3339576_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner over at soup spoon with my favourite girls. It had only been a week and we had so much to update each other on. Put three girls together and the conversation they have never will end. Although its just the three of us all the time, I am contented to know that its the quality and not the quantity that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember that there was a period when the three of us barely even meet up (months?), but when we do, the sense of firmiliarity never fails to leave our presense. Indeed the bond of friendship is never broken by distance or time, people stay not because they had to, but because they want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends are the family we choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are the people who knows all about you, but still love you for who you are, no matter how unglam, insane etc. you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/260556_10150202757606134_605566133_7178845_7291224_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/249538_10150202758456134_605566133_7178848_3011290_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254837_10150202754436134_605566133_7178834_5982841_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/247284_10150202754361134_605566133_7178833_5495470_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/260560_10150202758661134_605566133_7178852_735279_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/249641_10150202758796134_605566133_7178854_7167761_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/252456_10150202758486134_605566133_7178849_5254261_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/248899_10150202758911134_605566133_7178856_3019752_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/248201_10150202759196134_605566133_7178862_3623811_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/252885_10150202759136134_605566133_7178861_2992333_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254485_10150202759426134_605566133_7178865_3978827_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/252561_10150202782411134_605566133_7179035_260402_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Impromptu heels shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254424_10150202758731134_605566133_7178853_250433_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will never trade the friends I have for anything else in the world. Not even for my boyfriend. Anyone watched "Strangers Again" ? I did, and if you haven't, go watch it already ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys always tell you the nicest things when they are trying to win you over. I know this, and I refused to let myself be manipulate. But maybe there is a small handful of exceptions. Until I find a guy who is capable of changing my opinion on this, I will always have this mindset "&lt;em&gt;guys only say the things you want to hear, to try and win you over&lt;/em&gt;". Don't be fooled okay ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-5967574237221506501?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5967574237221506501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/5967574237221506501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/googirls.html' title='Googirls'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7275395241253325231</id><published>2011-06-10T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:56:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/f9856ce1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best advice in two lines. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Silence is the best advice for all questions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Smiling is the best reaction to all situations"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I am starting to look old. Its very sad because everytime I go out with my friends who are older than me in age, I am the one who looks older than them :( It pretty weird because when I was a kid, I would wish to grow up, work and look mature, but now I just want to look young and be a kid again. Those afternoon naps I used to have and never liked it &lt;em&gt;(because it means less play time&lt;/em&gt;), would certainly be embraced by me now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life is so much easier when you are a kid. I want to be free of troubles in relation to the mind and heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7275395241253325231?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7275395241253325231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7275395241253325231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-advice-in-two-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8073169563300298051</id><published>2011-06-08T10:40:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:33:25.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A whole Saturday spent with Peiling, Lay and Weechew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Kungfu Panda 2 ! Was laughing my silly head off three quarter, go catch it if you want a good laugh. One of the reason I love animated movies is that they are so easy to understand. In other words, I do not have to use much brain cells just to know what's going on in the movie. Hey, we catch a movie as a form of leisure, so why watch a flick which requires you to analyze and reason why whatever is happening, is happening ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some quotes from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Po: Nothing's unstoppable except for me when I'm stopping you from telling me something's unstoppable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soothsayer: Your story may not have such a happy beginning but that doesn't make you who you are, it is the rest of your story, who you choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Shifu: Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That is why it is called 'Present'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3995.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/251281_10150196648641134_605566133_7118824_2938977_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3998.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we basically spent the day eating and eating and eating. Had dinner at this Japanese Restaurant at Chijmes, then we went over to Cnai for desserts and a very last minute plan to head to Powerhouse. Ohya, and weechew doesn't even know what Gongcha is ! So he had his virgin gongcha experience with us. haha How can anyone not even know about Gongcha right? Earl Grey milk tea with pudding ftw !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I crave for it on a daily basis. Yes, everyday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/249261_10150196650851134_605566133_7118849_6585615_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/250931_10150196648886134_605566133_7118829_5283024_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_4005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There is so much I said I would do when I was still having exams. Paint my room, go furniture hunting for my room, bring my phone down for repair etc. But I have yet to do so, except for browsing furnitures from catalogs. Also, the painful thought of going through a day without my iPhone, seems to already be able to kill me. Till then, I will try to live by with my faulty phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When god takes something away from you, he already has something better prepared for you. Its not that I do not value my relationships, in fact I value them so much so that it made me evolve into a completely different person. I get jealous, overly possessive and I think too much. I love analyzing every single detail and everytime when the other party screws up, I will store it at the back of my head and use it for ammo for the next argument. Vengeful ? Childish ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, that is me in a relationship !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I do not want to feel that way anymore, I love my singlehood, although sometimes I tend to get lonely whenever I see couples on the streets. But if someone cannot love me when I am at my worst, then he certainly does not deserve me at my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p.s. If untagging photos you took with me makes you feel better, then good for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8073169563300298051?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8073169563300298051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8073169563300298051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday.html' title='The Saturday'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-950153392495461321</id><published>2011-06-06T17:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:19:27.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/250011_10150191846971134_605566133_7070217_1735160_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my best khaki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thank you for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I have been troubling this friend of mine whenever I have any problems to the heart etc. No doubt the first person I want to turn to and the person who never fails to listen to all my rants and who bothers typing me long paragraphs of text just so I will think straight and not let my thoughts go haywire. Also the impromptu drive to her place in the middle of the night, just so I won't spend the night at home thinking about nonsense and crying my head off. Definitely one of the very few people I can just cry in front of, because I know they will never judge me. Even when I act like a spotlight by hanging out with her and her boyfriend on some of those nights when I feel lonely. Everything is very much appreciated. Life would not be the same without her, and of course knowing her was one of the many good things that happened to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you my friend ! And I want to always be there for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/254346_10150191846766134_605566133_7070213_325131_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/246696_10150191847086134_605566133_7070219_609004_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-950153392495461321?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/950153392495461321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/950153392495461321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-dear-friend.html' title='My dear friend'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7637368915751558603</id><published>2011-05-27T10:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:25:04.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>powerhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to change my lifestyle. Late nights and all those unhealthy habits are punishing me by making my skin looks lifeless. Even my mum thinks I look haggard. I constantly feel tired in the day, and by night I will be as awake as an owl. And then the next day I would have a terrible time trying to get out of the comforts of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One fact about myself is that I love going clubbing with my friends, its like we all can get so much fun, no doubt also contributed by the influence of alcohol. But, I hate waking up at 2 or 3 in the noon the next day after a whole night of fun.Because I hate to think that I actually spent half the day sleeping, and its sort of like wasted. #random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pictures of the night at Powerhouse last saturday. Did I mention that I cannot drink much alcohol ? Because my body goes haywire and rashes starts to erupt on my face and body whenever I drink. I know I know, sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3929.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3934.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3930.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3931.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3933.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3940.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3939.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3948.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3942.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3949.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never regret the things we do, because at some point in life, that is what we wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7637368915751558603?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7637368915751558603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7637368915751558603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/powerhouse.html' title='powerhouse'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7103531473920706163</id><published>2011-05-27T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:09:52.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choon Hua birthday</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back, we celebrated Choon Hua's birthday, before my exams. That's how backdated my entries always are. I am blogging from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I do have a one month temp job as a office receptionist. After bumming around for months. Because I do not want to continue bumming around and see my bank account depleting while the people around me are working. Anyway this job is good for lazy people like me, all I have to do is to sit here and try and act like I am busy. Here I am being busy, busy blogging indeed. Go me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/230604_10150234365431337_784091336_8328822_7991531_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/230744_10150234364176337_784091336_8328791_6896796_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/231177_10150234362641337_784091336_8328753_857585_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/224238_10150234363791337_784091336_8328784_2960518_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7103531473920706163?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7103531473920706163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7103531473920706163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/choon-hua-birthday.html' title='Choon Hua birthday'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-8444696800928331447</id><published>2011-05-27T09:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:11:09.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zouk with my favourite girls and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since the three of us went together. No thanks to our conflicting schedules. Am so very thankful that Natalie will be joining SIM this year, which means we three will get to meet up for study sessions together. Although part of me does not want to go back to school so soon, another part of me is actually looking forward to us mugging together ! What a nerd I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3811.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3815-1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt a few of the best people to go clubbing with, because we all go crazy together. At least I won't stick out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3822.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3849.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3850.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3802.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3839.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3829.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3834-1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3820.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3817.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3842.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3846.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3844.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3840.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello cousin ! I remember how we used to do all the boyish stuffs together when we were younger. I played bayblade , Tamiya, water guns, Digimon with him. I distinctively remember us killing a centipede , and I made him pray to the centipede with me after we gave it a proper burial at the backyard. We had our fair share of quarrels and we even fought. haha. What a childhood we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3819.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3835.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3816.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Barbarella pose. I fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3831.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3823.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3852.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you girls. True friendship isn't about being inseperable, its being seperated and nothing changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-8444696800928331447?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8444696800928331447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/8444696800928331447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Favourite girls'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6901197478621418495</id><published>2011-05-25T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:04:27.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/c8291f8b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Just because it ended, doesn't mean the feelings did"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6901197478621418495?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6901197478621418495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6901197478621418495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-things.html' title='some things'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-4020618362962168127</id><published>2011-05-23T12:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:49:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/231006_10150182998192799_678442798_7142049_4588697_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mini picnic gathering with the SIM friends last week. Am very thankful for them, they went through my year one days in SIM together with me. I wouldn't know how it would be like if not for them. I have zero idea what I did to deserve such awesome friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Matt was so nice to accomodate to all our requests. Like helping us take photos, even when we made him squat down and all just because we wanted a better angle. Thumbs up ! Why do I have a feeling that Matt doesn't want to hang out with us anymore, except when we have study sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It didn't seem like we bought alot of food, but it indeed was too much for us to finish. Not wanting for the food to go to waste, we had to play some number guessing game to finish it. Why do I feel like I am not even 21 ? Loving those good old days where we disregard our image and act silly with my friends. See how thankful I am to be able to let my guard down in front of these people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3878.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3920.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3881.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3896.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/226662_10150182997967799_678442798_7142044_5657296_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3927.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3876.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super funny friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3914.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3913.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3888.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3886.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3882.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3873.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3885.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3918-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3887-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3867.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3892.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3879.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3870.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3903.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3901.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/227147_10150183000942799_678442798_7142089_1878449_n.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life doesn't always turn out the way we want it to be. Someone once told me this "Whether you are sad or happy, the day still goes on, so why allow yourself to be sad ?". Now I truely know the meaning of this. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beginnings are scary, endings are sad, but its the middle that counts the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-4020618362962168127?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4020618362962168127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/4020618362962168127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7445418088438369588</id><published>2011-05-19T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:11:31.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/IMG_1142.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Long overdued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its amazing how things can take a 360 degrees turn in a matter of a week ? We never truely know what is going to happen the next moment, so lets just all cherish what we have now before we lose them. Everyone has regrets in life, no doubt I have my fair share too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regrets are not there to bring us down, they are there as a stepping stone for us to learn. To learn what we could do the next time round if ever a similar situation happens. Many things happen for a reason, but its up to us to decide whether we want to live in regret or to use that experience to make us stronger. I choose the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One reason must be because I have my friends around me, they are just too good to be true. I must count my blessings that I met these amazing people. Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/IMG_1141.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/IMG_1131.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/IMG_1136.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/IMG_1132.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/IMG_1143.jpg" width="600" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7445418088438369588?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7445418088438369588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7445418088438369588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7655642641441943024</id><published>2011-05-14T14:15:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:50:32.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studio Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3548.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally the boyfriend and I went to USS the day before his birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Describing the place as amazing is an understatement. It felt so out of SG, like as if we were transported to a different country. It was just so surreal, which explains the barrage of photos we took that day. I made boyfriend stop at almost every photo worthy area to take photos, which is practically everywhere ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remembered distinctively that, I was the one feeling the happiest on that day, although we were supposed to celebrate his birthday. It felt as though he was helping me celebrate mine ! It's been so long since I felt so happy, so excited over anything I saw and it's as though nothing could make me unhappy. It was like an excursion, and I'd always loved those excursions I had back then in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you boyfriend ! So glad we took all these photos. If ever one day we were to part (touch wood), its these photos that will remind me of all the amazing times we had together (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because people may change, but the photos never deceive the memories we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3499.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3498.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3541.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3507.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3488.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3509.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3528-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3508.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3506.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3504.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3543.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3544.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3542.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3546.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3486.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3536.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3533.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3530.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3537.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3529.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3531.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3519.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3528.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3571.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3572.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3563.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3538.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3500.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3524.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3512.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3513.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3550.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3532.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lk who was my tour guide. Thumbs up !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3495.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3494.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3511.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3518.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3580-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3564.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3579-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3480.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3561-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3560-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3569-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Come back soon boyfriend ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7655642641441943024?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7655642641441943024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7655642641441943024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/universal-studio-singapore.html' title='Universal Studio Singapore'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-509746709285456789</id><published>2011-05-14T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:40:35.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3469-1-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You know life is worth the struggle when you look backon what you lost and realize what you have now is way better.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boyfriend is in Hamburg for more than a week now. If I say I do not miss him, its a lie. But on the other hand, I am quite used to this life I guess. Too much has been going though my mind since the end of exams. Although the short phone calls and fb messages were pretty sweet. I still constantly ask mysely, "Why do people even be in a relationship when they know that behind all that happiness, love, laughter, there will also be tears, anger and all things negative ?" Maybe we just want a companion, someone whom we know will be there to hear our rants at the end of the day or we just like the fact that we know there is someone else out there who loves us . I wouldn't know. Everyone has different expectations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All i know is, I may love you , but that does not mean I need you to be happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-509746709285456789?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/509746709285456789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/509746709285456789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know.html' title='You know'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-6693700885459750468</id><published>2011-05-12T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:57:41.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Havent been undating this space since a month ago ? Prolly due the exams I had, I wanted to just concentrate on my studies for that short period. SO very glad that exams are now officially over. Big welcome to my four months of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months is not exactly very short, so my friends and I were quite afraid of not having anything to do. Since all we did for the past one month was study study and study. So its like we had an aim when we wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crappy, shan't think about it since its only the start of the holidays ! Anyway, spicing the space up with pictures from the boyfriend's birthday celebration at Amara Hotel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3618.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3595.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3594.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3598.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3599.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3623.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3633.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3620.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3619.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3588.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3586.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3607.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3608.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3593.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3593.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/SAM_3601.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. If you can control your thoughts, you can control your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-6693700885459750468?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6693700885459750468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/6693700885459750468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/havent-been-undating-this-space-since.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-7438097316195579770</id><published>2011-04-09T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:57:40.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday boyfriend ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-7438097316195579770?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7438097316195579770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/7438097316195579770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800019.post-429171021994104529</id><published>2011-04-01T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:24:31.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The table</title><content type='html'>I am going to just break myself into half .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/f0775bd9.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/9a93d51c.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/5c08f1f4.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u245/misspoon/1a9e535a.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when you get accused of something that you did not even do? It's like sometimes when you say something , you mean it as X but the person receiving whatever you are saying, may interpret it as Z . So in the end you get accused for something you didn't even mean in the first place ?! Miscommunication and misinterpretation are termites to any relationships. They eat away your relationship , slowly but surely .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine a table, on the surface, it may seem as good as new , but inside , it's rotting . Literally rot ! By 'termites'. Come one day, when you realized that there are termites in your table , it's too late ! Because the damage done to the foundation of the table is already gone . And by that time, it's too late to try and save your pathetic table . All you can do is keep the table and let it continue to rot or simply discard your table and get a new one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i even link a table to a relationship ?! It's so complicated- my life .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37800019-429171021994104529?l=misscindypoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/429171021994104529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37800019/posts/default/429171021994104529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscindypoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-going-to-just-break-myself-into.html' title='The table'/><author><name>CINDY POON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034556804632830786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWsrogNjNVM/Te8aCA_QMHI/AAAAAAAAHhM/RKviIX67Rrs/s220/f9856ce1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
