<?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-8759268</id><updated>2012-02-07T05:09:33.856+08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='food'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Pathway into my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just a simple girl who enjoys life to the fullest. I love food, food and more food, especially sweet stuff. Thus my favourite pastime is eating and finding the best food in town. I love sipping kopi while hanging out with friends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>683</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-1308418210303708019</id><published>2007-10-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:13:36.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Me and my bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My relationship with food hasn't changed much. I can eat many delicacies, but bread is still the top of my favourite food list. Especially Peanut butter bread which still remains my favourite, and never fails to cheer me up everytime I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a good tasting session at Gunther's with two journalists. I had the following dishes, all tasting portions of course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carppaccio of Langoustine with Caviar&lt;br /&gt;2. Sea Bass with Pilaf Rice&lt;br /&gt;3. Oyster (It was fresh, big and juicy, everything an oyster lover would have appreciated but it just made me want to puke. Thankfully it was at least warm, and I manfully swallowed it whole...gagg, but fighting hard to maintain a neutral face)&lt;br /&gt;3. Wagyu Beef with egg confit and cep mushroom (my favourite as I love anything with egg and mushrooms)&lt;br /&gt;4. Angel Hair Pasta with Lobster&lt;br /&gt;5. Gunther's famous suckling pig ( yummilicious....hear the "kruk kruk" sound with every bite)&lt;br /&gt;6. Orange Mille Feuille(The lightest puff pastry oozing with cream, and the tart orange saved it from being too rich. A most delicious way to end the meal and needless to say my favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch, as delicious and expensive as it was, however still could not take the top spot in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Thick Toast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121563181057257506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxNyk_WjMCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/I8254HmDPsk/s320/15102007228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and tiring day, I badly needed some comfort food. I didn't even mind eating it alone, slowly savouring the oozy peanut butter atop the bread that managed to be both soft and crispy all at once. The before and after look on my face was very noticeable. Or maybe it was because I was grumpy and hungry at 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close second would be this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scrambled egg with toast&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121563185352224818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxNylPWjMDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S4bmRdPCOd0/s320/14102007224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to be irrelevant, a Brownie a la mode from Coffee Club. I love the Chocolate Swirls. Someone must have taken great pains to decorate it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121563198237126722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxNyl_WjMEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PVlizlXlnns/s320/11102007222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-1308418210303708019?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1308418210303708019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=1308418210303708019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/1308418210303708019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/1308418210303708019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-and-my-bread.html' title='Me and my bread'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxNyk_WjMCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/I8254HmDPsk/s72-c/15102007228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-5590029661948233121</id><published>2007-10-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:13:36.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121042218704121826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGYw_WjL-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/YrdmyIIU9sY/s320/GB-03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGYwvWjL9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vvd9ppWI9wo/s1600-h/GB-77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121042214409154514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGYwvWjL9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vvd9ppWI9wo/s320/GB-77.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Fritz and Lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGYxfWjL_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ApbdQzXjoYg/s1600-h/P9300612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121042227294056434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGYxfWjL_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ApbdQzXjoYg/s320/P9300612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for event. Check out my new gold shoes that are soo comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121043923806138370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGaUPWjMAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7ZYG0weaIVA/s320/P9300651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shaved Alba White truffles with hand-made noodles..yumm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121043932396072978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGaUvWjMBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WpwEjoS_NOU/s320/P9300662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wagyu Beef Cheek with Gorgonzola Risotto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best part is, I got to eat all these and more for free...heh. I love my job&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-5590029661948233121?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5590029661948233121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=5590029661948233121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5590029661948233121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5590029661948233121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/RxGYw_WjL-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/YrdmyIIU9sY/s72-c/GB-03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-3097151228817484000</id><published>2007-10-11T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:12:18.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Oktoberfest fiasco</title><content type='html'>This week passed very fast. Mainly because I took MC on wed, and I was in pain throughout the week, suffering from something that basically caused me great pain and discomfort at ALL times. I especially had problem walking and sitting, and had to settle for waddling around like a pregnant woman which is extremely mortifying, not to mention agonizingly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually the main rant of my entry is against journalists. Yes, I know my job requires me to make friends with them. But I am just very against them at the moment, or one journalist in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, this particular journalist from a particular newspaper (whom we all know and 'love') wrote an article on Oktoberfest, among which one of my restaurants was listed. This fellow went on to quote the price of our sausage platter and pork knuckles being $6. The correct pricing of it was actually 6 coupons during the Oktoberfest period, 1 coupon being $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, it is a big deal as we can't have everyone coming up to us and requesting for a $6 pork knuckles. So I rang up the newspaper. The journalist who wrote the article happened to be out of town, so someone else followed up on his behalf and wrote a retraction article the following day. A brief one, right at the end of the page, hidden in one small litle corner few would spot, apologizing for their error. Ok fine. Matter forgiven as we want to maintain the good relationship yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I received an email from the journalist in question, back from his holiday, accusing us of not mentioning that prices were in coupons, and accusing us of changing the menu that was in the website which differed from the one I later sent. Therefore he had gotten the 'incorrect' menu, and therefore it was not his fault. It was ours. In other words, he was pushing the blame back to us. Whoa, that really raised my hackles, i can tell you. If one is incompetent, fine. But the last straw is when an incompetent person can't even own up to his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsly, which idiot would believe that a damn pork knuckles cost only $6 when it would at least cost $20 in Zi char places not to mention restaurants. And for that matter, shouldn't a journalist check his sources and his facts before publishing his article if he is unclear? And thirdly, he accused us unfairly of changing the menu when all along it was the same damn menu that we used for that Oktoberfest period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, I can't send an email back to this inept fellow telling him point blank what I think of him because that would strain the pleasant relationships we want to maintain. And I don't think he can swallow the truth when it is thrown back at him. Sheesh my blood is still boiling when I think about it. I will have to think up an email that is suitably polite while subtly hinting at his incompetence. I believe that will give me slight pleasure in doing so, since I cant give him a piece of my mind, I would have to settle for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I might be posting some pictures later on when I feel like it..heh. So glad it is friday tmr...ahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-3097151228817484000?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3097151228817484000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=3097151228817484000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/3097151228817484000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/3097151228817484000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-week-passed-very-fast.html' title='Oktoberfest fiasco'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-5446227520329568646</id><published>2007-09-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:15:58.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 weeks into my new job at Garibaldi Group. I can safely say I love it. Though it was not always so. So many things have happened since my 5 week absence from blogging. The first two weeks were nightmarish as it was a huge change from my previous office at Weber Shandwick. There was no pantry to begin with, just a small little corner with a kettle. That was it. The office was small and rather dinghy, a far cry from my old office. And of course there weren't my fellow interns to banter with. It didn't help that my then manager, who was leaving the company in two weeks, was very disparaging about everything. Her pessimistic view on things, and the people in the office took its toll on my and I began to feel very discouraged. I went home everyday drained and exhausted, and wondering if I had made the wrong decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 weeks later, as my manager left, and I had to take over her duties as well as my own until the new marketing manager came in the folllowing week, the world surprisingly didn't collapse on me. Amazingly, I found I could cope, and I actually started interacting with the rest of my colleagues who were actually nice people, and not the nasty backstabbing people my old manager had led me to believe. Suddenly, I was happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, there were more reasons to be happy. I got to dine at Gunther's, the new French restaurant that is all the rage right now. I got to eat delicacies that I would never have eaten in my life such as Oscietra Caviar, Wagyu beef, Foie gras etcetera and many other expensive delicacies. Obviously, there was also a price to pay for all these luxurious, such as dining with editors of magazine. For a greenhorn like me, it was an extremely stress inducing experience. I was stressed over what to say, and what not to say. I was conscious of my inability to make interesting conversation, and for my perceived lack of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things have of course improved since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got the chance to know great chefs like Gunther, of Les Amis fame and find out that he is a nice person despite his fiery temper (I was at the receiving end once), and a few other chefs who are very charming though too flirtatious for my liking. I got to drink my favourite Affogato or Hot Chocolate at Menotti during business meetings foc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never mind that my mother is not supportive of this job, she never is anyway. I am just glad I found something that I truly like. Life is not a bed of roses though, and I too have my fair share of problems, and there is of course the common office politics which we can never run away from. What matters most is that I like what I am doing, and it is something I am truly passionate about. People who know me knows that I light up at the mention of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As for Stephen, I guess we are both quite blessed. Despite having graduated and spending less time together, we are still as close as ever. There if of course the occasional tiffs which usually blows away pretty fast. His late working hours make us treasure the time spent together on weekends more. There are days when I can get unreasonable and plain pms-y, I am just glad he puts up with me and never fail to jolly me out of my bleak mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess it might be quite a while until my next blog post. These days, the last thing I want to do it write and use my brain since I do so much of both at work already. But it has been a good time of reflection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-5446227520329568646?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5446227520329568646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=5446227520329568646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5446227520329568646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5446227520329568646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-weeks-into-my-new-job-at-garibaldi.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-7657267371462372010</id><published>2007-08-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:27:54.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official. This will be my last week at WS as i have been offered the position of marketing executive/pr at Garibaldi group. Its amazing really how smooth the path to it was. I feel it was literally a "god send". From the time I sent in my resume on a whim (there was no job opening then), to the two interviews that went so smoothly. I wasn't prepared for the interview. I felt like I knew nothing at all, and it was the end of a particularly challenging week, and I was feeling weary and tired. Yet my new boss liked me, and wanted me to start as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about the new job. There are many things to be learnt and to do, so differeny from anything I have never done. Things will be totally different from what I am used to know, thats why I am feeling a little apprehensive also. But I believe that with the right attitude, I can definitely conquer my fears. Plus Roberto is a good boss. In my two meetings with him, I like him already, for his humbleness, his good humour and his willingness to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now that it is my last week at WS, I feel a tinge of sadness to be leaving. Everyone was happy for me that I am moving on. After all, I can't be an intern forever right. And if they are not going to offer me a job, someone else will. But I am glad to be leaving with the last batch of interns, life would be so different without them indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I think it has been a great three months. Three months of learning many new things, being exposed to new people, facing challenges, overcoming challenges, stress, and finding my own quiet confidence in the things I do. I am glad for this opportuinity to work in a PR company. And nowadays, I don't even count down the hours to lunch time, or to end of work, because time just flies past so fast because of the sheer amount of work I have to do. They are trying to get the most out of me before I leave..hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-7657267371462372010?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7657267371462372010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=7657267371462372010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/7657267371462372010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/7657267371462372010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-1100251540648568233</id><published>2007-08-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:43:55.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I swear that the interns at WS are the only things that keep me going at work. I look forward to deciding where to go for lunch, waiting for people to arrive, and the random emails that we somethings send out when we have nothing better to do at work, emails that can suddenly brighten up your mundane day and leave you smiling at your comp or laughing out loud. Or when we pass by corridors or meet in the pantry and gossip or complain about each other's day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic, Jayne, Fang Ting, Shao Ru and Nat have been really special people. Good things don't last that long. Vic was the first to leave, and for the few days after she left, I really missed her. Her blurness and chirpyness somehow grew on me. And she was from my team, so we could bitch to each other about people. Not anymore. Jayne and Shao Ru would be leaving this Fri, followed by Nat and Fang Ting next Fri. And things would never be the same again. The new interns who came in somehow didn't fit into our clique, the bond that had formed within the last 2 months or so. Maybe, just maybe, I would be leaving too. Since I don't envision staying for long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the time here has taught me many things, and at least next time I can say I have had the experience of work at the top PR firm in Singapore before, but it's no big deal really. One thing I have to say is they really know how to take care of the welfare of our stomachs - all the good food at staff meetings, team lunches etcetera. But who knows what life might bring next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-1100251540648568233?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1100251540648568233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=1100251540648568233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/1100251540648568233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/1100251540648568233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-i-swear-that-interns-at-ws.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-1527520423522553346</id><published>2007-08-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:20:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a very tough week so far. I am trying hard to be strong and independent, but it isn't easy at all. I just feel so emotional and unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekends to come, where at least there is one less stress, and I can just rest my tired brain and weary soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-1527520423522553346?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1527520423522553346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=1527520423522553346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/1527520423522553346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/1527520423522553346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-has-been-very-tough-week-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-9151500804898549676</id><published>2007-06-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:05:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rough day</title><content type='html'>It was a rough day today, to say the least. It was deceptively slow in the morning, then everything came wham-bam around mid-morning, catching me unawares and causing me a great deal of stress. Add to that some other factors, and I was near tears as I stared furiously at the screen, willing my eyes and hands to move fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interns went for lunch together. I went alone. Headed for my comfort food- Chicken avocado sandwich. Only it wasn't as nice today. Maybe it was just my mood. The chicken was rather tough, and it took me ages to finish it. I got full after eating half a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the monster somewhere in me would stop rising up and make me turn into an angry and unhappy person. Today as I was crossing the road, I almost wished I would get knocked down by a car. Isn't that morbid? The phone call just made me more miserable. And then the tears started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am not going to think so much and just escape into my fictional world of novels. It's kind of mindless to come home and just surf foodblogs and read books. But at least it takes my mind away from things, and in a sense, give me some purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just today. But God, let me have a good day tmr. Give me the strength to last through the week. And make me a nicer person that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-9151500804898549676?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/9151500804898549676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=9151500804898549676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/9151500804898549676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/9151500804898549676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/06/rough-day.html' title='A rough day'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-5976029235599064492</id><published>2007-06-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:13:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating the monday blues</title><content type='html'>It was great finally pushing my lazy butt to the gym after work for a heart pumping, perspiration flowing, fats zapping workout. It felt so good after that, all the angst, lethargy melting away. I do have to start a regular exercise routine soon. My colleagues all admire that I can eat so much at lunch and still eat so much snacks and still stay 'skinny'. But I know that it won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I had a healthy lunch today, so healthy that it made the guilt of snacking on Loackers Vanilla Wafer(my new favourite) in the afternoon go away. Today was a slow moving monday. And I am glad, after the stress of last week, I deserve a rest. Anyway, I digress. Here it is, introducing Rosemary Chicken Sandwich from the Bratwurst Shop: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079999956311312578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/Rn_JC5bviMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QySfdGpA998/s320/25062007174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It tasted so good that I felt it would be my new staple for lunch. Its the best sandwick around, apart from Cedele, I think. All that succulent chicken, cheese, healthy veggies in a foccacia bun and toasted in a panini press. Thats my idea of a good lunch. Of course they do sell a variety of other sandwiches and the juicest and tastiest hotdog buns, but that's for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, a healthy lunch, a non-so healthy afternoon snack and an exercise to beat the Monday blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-5976029235599064492?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5976029235599064492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=5976029235599064492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5976029235599064492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5976029235599064492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/06/beating-monday-blues.html' title='Beating the monday blues'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/Rn_JC5bviMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QySfdGpA998/s72-c/25062007174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-2362611845765989113</id><published>2007-06-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:59:44.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I get real work finally</title><content type='html'>It was quite a good day today because I finally got real work to do today, in the form of writing articles for a client. I got to talk to big boss herself. I find her very intimidating and also awe-inspiring. I wouldn't deny that I was quaking in my sandals prior to meeting her because I was so nervous. And no, she didn't eat me up. But I sure wouldn't find to find out the consequences of screwing up what she tells me to do. Thus, I face great stress indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at QQ Noodle House at Park Mall. The QQ specialty noodles is indeed rave-worthy. The noodles were springy and each strand was coated with their special seaoning and shallot oil, which is probably what makes it so unforgettable. It is not very waist-friendly though, I suppose. One major complain is the $3 portion is too small. Mine was gone in a matter of minutes. I really do regret that I don't have any pictures to post. But somehow I seem to have lost the habit of taking pictures of my food. That is probably because I get very self-conscious of taking pictures of my food nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next three days, I predict I would be kept busy, very busy indeed. I am not sure whether I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-2362611845765989113?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/2362611845765989113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=2362611845765989113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/2362611845765989113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/2362611845765989113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-get-real-work-finally.html' title='I get real work finally'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-4721221092581428038</id><published>2007-06-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:40:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love weekends</title><content type='html'>The weekend flew past as usual this week, and I am having Monday blues once again. At least I packed a whole lot of things into my weekend to make the full use of it. I find it interesting how I face the same whole pattern of dreading Mondays, a whole long week of dreariness to come. Then on Tues, I would be glad that Monday is over. On wed, I would be happy that midweek has come. On Thurs, yay, its is past midweek. And of Fri, triple hooray, weekend has come. I ought to throw myself into work with more zest and enthusiasm. Sadly, I have been unable to thus far. It makes me worry and wonder about my future, just what I like to do. In this so very competitive society, do I have what it takes? It is something I can ponder about for the next few months while I can still afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a really enjoyable weekend, to eating delicious ramen at Tampopo, to finally going to the much acclaimed chocolate factory. It certainly did not let me down. The Vienna's hot chocolate I had blew me away with the intensity of chocolate and the sheer richness of the cream. Just thinking about it makes me smile. And there was the chocolate tart, which was every bit smooth, rich and delectable and sent me straight on chocolate's high. The black forest cake was just quite ordinary. I would be back again, for the flour less chocolate cake. And just the pure pleasure of soaking in the atmosphere, with chocolate in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a great day of chilling out with mb, from eating my favourite piping hot kueh tutu at Clementi, to the famous Ah Balling rice balls..What a great way to spend the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-4721221092581428038?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4721221092581428038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=4721221092581428038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/4721221092581428038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/4721221092581428038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-flew-past-as-usual-this-week.html' title='I love weekends'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-8624072941401718148</id><published>2007-06-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:01:18.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The company lunch that beat Monday blues</title><content type='html'>My Monday blues are over. The day passed so quickly without me realizing it. I spent the better part of the morning uprooting from the room I have been occupying for a month, to another place where I had problems accessing the network drive, then back to my old room, then to another workstation whose occupant is on leave for one week. Two hours was wasted just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Senior VP M's birthday and she treated us all to "pub grub" at Stumps at The Cricket Club. It was quite a nice and atas place, full of seemingly leisurely men lounging around. Lucky M who was on leave that day had countless glasses of frozen magaritas while the rest of us who had to go back to work could only look on enviously while sipping our juices. We shared casear salad for starters, and the table of 12 women all ordered beer battered fish &amp; chips, except for one who ordered chicken. The portion of it was HUGE and the fish was very fresh, though it was nothing to rave about. I feel that Fish &amp;amp; Co's fish and chips are undisputedly the best I have ever tasted. That being said, there are many other restaurants I have not tried, Greenwood Fish market &amp;amp; bistro being one of which, thus I shall reserve my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came desserts. M was very generous, and ordered one of everything. Everyone was very full by then, and I was one of the few who gamely went for more. Three hours was gone by the time we headed back to office. A very satisfying lunch indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon passed in a whirl and I was kept so busy that by the time I left work, I was very stoned. And so the cycle continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-8624072941401718148?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8624072941401718148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=8624072941401718148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/8624072941401718148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/8624072941401718148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-monday-blues-are-over.html' title='The company lunch that beat Monday blues'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-5159456387755776133</id><published>2007-06-10T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:05:05.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am making a last ditch effort to save my blog by changing the frilly pink skin and and changing it to a minimalist look. I kind of like it, and as lease it has the comments options where you guys can leave comments instead of my flooble constantly expiring on my because its underused. In time I would probably add more stuff to it, but for now, this would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been exactly 1 month since I started internship at a PR company. Lets just call is WS for now. Its been 4 weeks of great changes, of great stress, of learning many things, and of course making friends. There are other interns from NTU, SMU and poly there, so lunchtime is always quite a jolly affair. I am supposed to intern at this company for 6months, which is an awfully long time to survive on an intern's pay, especially when I have to start paying off loans and such. I suppose I will find a way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not beeng blogging for quite a couple of reasons. Firstly is because after a long and tiring day at work, the last thing I want to do when I come home is to involve my brain in anyway. Secondly, I am afraid of sounding boring. I don't want to sound like a run-of-the mill kind of blogger who just talks about her everyday life and bores the shit out of everyone. Third, I might be tempted to blog about work, and that is risky, considering what a big company I am working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we shall see how it goes. Its another long week ahead..argghh.. I hate Mondays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-5159456387755776133?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5159456387755776133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=5159456387755776133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5159456387755776133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/5159456387755776133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-making-last-ditch-effort-to-save.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-8803641123973466405</id><published>2007-04-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:15:18.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Food for  thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“If a man is called a streets sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of Heaven and Earth will pause to say, “Here lived a great streets sweeper who did his job well.”&lt;br /&gt;           – Martin Luther King Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Do more than exist, live.&lt;br /&gt;Do more than touch, feel.&lt;br /&gt;Do more than look, observe.&lt;br /&gt;Do more than read, absorb.&lt;br /&gt;Do more than listen, understand.&lt;br /&gt;Do more than think, ponder.&lt;br /&gt;Do more than talk, say something.&lt;br /&gt;- John Ho. Rhoades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-8803641123973466405?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8803641123973466405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=8803641123973466405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/8803641123973466405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/8803641123973466405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/04/interesting-food-for-thoughts-if-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-3871541768001670207</id><published>2007-04-15T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:27:36.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow everytime after I blog, I feel slightly happier. That my pent up emotions are gone..&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be attributed to something called Indofood: Taste of Asia Instant noodles. I am not a big fan of instant noodles, in fact I avoid it whenever I can. But today's Life section had a two page article on 5o ways to cook instant noodles. After reading through and looking at all the delectable pictures, I had an instant craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to Great World City to buy the Indofood instant noodles, chicken terriyaki flavour ( i wanted to get salted-fish as it was supposedly rated the best), but somehow I got the wrong one. But anyway, I cooked it as soon as I got home, together with a fried egg. There were so many sauces to add to the noodles, and after I mixed it all up, it looked and smelled and tasted unlike any other instant noodles I have tried. And it was for the better of course. It was so fragrant because of the shallot oil, and the flavours all exploded on my tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked. Immediately. As it was a big packet, I had doubted my abililty to finish it. But somehow, I managed, and there was even a little tongue action at the end to clean it all up. Yum. In my haste to eat it, I forgot to take a picture of it. But there would always be other time yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am feeling stuffed. And greedy. But happy. Burp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-3871541768001670207?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3871541768001670207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=3871541768001670207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/3871541768001670207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/3871541768001670207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/04/somehow-everytime-after-i-blog-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-2932110958822734761</id><published>2007-04-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:57:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been little more than a month since I last posted, and time has just flown past. This semester is the busiest and most challenging ever, and I am starting to sound like a broken track record. I hardly see my friends and I hardly ever go out. Good news is that I have overcome the impossible, coming up with two brochures wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be. It was just pure frustration at times when the programme fails you. So coming up with a website in maybe four days should be achievable. (It had better be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I am glad because I have learnt so many new things this semester. I have always wanted to learnt Photosho during the holidays, but did not due to inertia. And now I know InDesign, a little of Illustrator and hopefully Dreamweaver(for the website to come). There is nothing like deadlines to push one to do stuff beyond what you think you can achieve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good thing is that it would all be over in two weeks. Bad thing is the new things to come, the Big Unknown. Being an 'S' type personality, I hate changes and love security. That explains why my daily breakfast of peanut butter sandwich has remained constant throughout the years, almost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But well, I learnt that I shouldn't box myself up. The big word right now is to "think out of the box". I suspect I have always been an "in the box" person, but hopefully that can change. My self-confidence has taken a severe beating  and is at an all-time low. Sometimes I just feel like I am not good at anything. Writing- sucks. Communications - sometimes words fail me, at important moments. Baking? I am just an amateur baker at best. Like my dad always tell me, I am a "half-filled bucket", in literal translation from the chinese phrase meaning not good in everything I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It scares me, to be mediore when I really want to be excellent. But this entry is not about self-pity or &lt;/span&gt;me whining. Its just a reflection of how I feel and maybe then can improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess this is a journey where I have to find myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-2932110958822734761?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/2932110958822734761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=2932110958822734761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/2932110958822734761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/2932110958822734761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-little-more-than-month-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-3059853946964456537</id><published>2007-02-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:13:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've posted so many unhappy post that I had better post something happy for a change. Today, I baked my first ever successful cranberry-almond biscotti which didn't crumble upon being sliced. I was quite alarmed at the stickiness of the dough and could hardly shape them into two logs. The dough was stickier than glue I reckon, and kept sticking onto my fingers such that everything was a big goey mess, so I just dumped it onto the pan and prayed that it would turn out alright. When it was done, and cooled for 10mins, I sliced the log into thinner slices to be baked again until dry, and the dough held up quite well, so my biscotti retained its shape..yayy. But it could also be because I chopped up the almonds instead of using them whole. Anyway 1 hour later, I had the whole kitchen smelling happenly. I was cleaning up the kitchen when my mother came back. I got a big scolding of course, whats new. She scolded me for wasting her electricity and water to bake for other people. Generous woman, my mother. But oh well, I love biscotti, especially when dunking them into hot coffee or milo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fantastic reunion dinner with my family yesterday. Everybody was gathered at my aunt's place, and she cooked up quite a feast. There was yu sheng, super huge jumbo prawns, mushrooms, sotong, fishcake, tau pok, fish etcera. But what was nicest was the company, everybody gathered around,chattering, kids running around the place. There was at 6 naughty kids and 2 babies there, they were a joy to watch, though they were also a handful. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478481609387410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/ReGc__pzbZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0zlcDlZ420M/s320/24022007078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478047817690482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/ReGcmvpzbXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xstTqJk3wQc/s320/24022007076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Makes you think twice about having your own kids next time, really. They were wrecking havoc in my cousins room, jumping on his bed, examining his stuff and banging on his keyboard. But it was a really good reunion, with all warmth and laugher spilling around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478198141545858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/ReGcvfpzbYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2MkGIgM_k6g/s320/24022007079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I simply must share about Da Paolo Gastronomia at Chip Bee Gardens. Its this gourmet shop selling many kinds of takeaway stuff: pizza, pasta, cakes, cookies, antipasti. For their cakes alone, there are so many different kinds that it is hard-pressed to make a choice. But I must simply recomment their flourless dark chocolate cake if you are a chocolate lover like me, it is so rich and sinful and fudgy and totally melt-in-the-mouth yummilicious. There is also the blackforest cheesecake that is very yummy without being overly rich. The tiramisu is also another dessert I would recommend, its is just simply divine. I want to try their Valronha chocolate cake soon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478889631280562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/ReGdXvpzbbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/geNouAtos9Y/s320/23022007075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There is also the pizza which I have always wanted to try, but never got around to doing so. And when I did, it simply blew me away. At the price of $6, it is arguably steep for a slice of pizza. But..it is a huge slice, big enough for two not very hungry souls. I had the salmon and pesto pizza. The crust was crispy,neither too thick nor too thin to the point of floppiness and was firm enough for me to eat on the go without anything falling out. The proportion of the ingredients were all just right. The tanginess of the tomato base, the rich mozarella cheese, the basil and the salmon which lifted the flavour of the pizza. Oh man, this is one pizza that I would go back for more. Do go try it out if you are at Holland village and feeling hungry&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478700652719522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/ReGdMvpzbaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DyTRP6WRhSw/s320/23022007072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-3059853946964456537?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3059853946964456537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=3059853946964456537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/3059853946964456537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/3059853946964456537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-posted-so-many-unhappy-post-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0KKsdHJqaU/ReGc__pzbZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0zlcDlZ420M/s72-c/24022007078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-4669780306831413452</id><published>2007-02-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:42:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had my way, this entry would be filled with lots of the eff word, but I shall exercise restrain since this is a public space. I am just fillling so very pissed-off right now. I don't know how many times I have been pissed off this week already. I have tried to be as understanding as I can, but there is a limit to how far I can go. I feel pretty fucked up right now. Things with my mum so bad. So many deadlines and assignments looming up soon. So many projects and endless project meetings. Feeling at a loss how to go about doing my assignments. So many things weighing me down. I would be glad to see the end of march. I just wish it is here sooner. The least you can do is really keep your comments to yourself if you don't have any words of comfort. Because condemnation is the last thing I need..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-4669780306831413452?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4669780306831413452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=4669780306831413452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/4669780306831413452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/4669780306831413452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-had-my-way-this-entry-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-4519563588281419657</id><published>2007-02-11T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:04:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this emotional turmoil within me. I am tired of being depressed and listless. For the past 3 days, I have been feeling so weepy, and its more than just stress of work or even my mum. We have been having another cold war which I should be used to by now. I am selfish, prideful and stubborn i know, but I can't help the way I am..maybe sometimes its just nice to isolate myself and not talk to anyone, not feeling very sociable somehow, this fake happy mask I put on sometimes in front of friends or family, guess I am not very good at sharing my feelings,especially unhappy feelings. I wish I can escape from this world now, go to another world made up of chocolates and candies like in Charlie and the Chocolate factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my computer is repaired and fully functioning now, but still kind of slow. I got a new N73, a brand new ipod video, but unfortunately no songs to put inside . And I got treated to dinner by HP to Aerin's at Raffles City yesterday which I have been dying to try for ages, but the prices are too steep for me to venture in without parental sponsors..heh. We shared a leek and potato soup($7) which was nice and creamy, and I had a Aerin's Tagliette($20), which is a creamy pasta dish with mushrooms, smoked salmon and some salmon roes. I loved its creamy without being overly rich texture and the generous amount of mushrooms inside..yummy. And I also had a punchless pina colada($6) which was a great thirst quncher. Unfortunately I didnt manage to take any pictures because I felt that HP would not like it..oh well. I would love to try their high tea one day, priced at $25 for 2 which consists of canapes, cakes, scones and tea/coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I still have two assignments due and a test next week..blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-4519563588281419657?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4519563588281419657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=4519563588281419657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/4519563588281419657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/4519563588281419657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-this-emotional-turmoil-within-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-2865192648292269953</id><published>2007-01-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:47:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, I didn't manage to post any pictures yesterday cos my computer crashed. Sigh..feeling so super down now. All my photos,recipes, music, documents are all gone, there is just this sense of deep loss for things that are unrecoverable. So I don't think I would be blogging much for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-2865192648292269953?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/2865192648292269953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=2865192648292269953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/2865192648292269953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/2865192648292269953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh-i-didnt-manage-to-post-any.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-6386738398366524480</id><published>2007-01-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:25:16.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a blink of the eye, its already the 3rd week of school, in the midst of a very very busy semester indeed. I couldnt even relax in the first two weeks of school like I normally does because I felt like I had so many things to do, so many new things to learn. Apart from giving tuition, the stress of having to learn many things things, to step out of my comfort zone was quite a challenge. And of course, niggling at the back of my head was the what and the how of post NUS life. I've decided to concentrate on my studies first and hopefully enjoy my last semester in NUS before I start worrying about working because I would have a whole life time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my new philosophy in place, and the comforting thought that I am never alone because there is someone greater out there watching out for me, I realized I could finally enjoy school. Heck, I even enjoyed drawing, even though I was moaning and groaning about my drawing skills or lack-thereof. I am taking visual communications of new media which requires me to draw stuff. I just spent the past 4 hours absorbed in it. And I am quite proud of my results because I really sucked at drawing. I am posting the pictures up, but of course this is not quite the end yet. And then there is website designing, photoshop, html and a host of other things which I have to learn, but I figured it would be quite a useful skill to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps that I have an able partner with me, who is patient with me when I am grumpy and pmsey, someone who always laugh at me, and always ready to indulge his food obsessed girlfriend. He is there when I need a listening ear and shoulders to rest on when I am tired. Its amazing, but I am more in love than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because no entry is complete without pictures of food, I am posting some pictures which I took last time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-6386738398366524480?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6386738398366524480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=6386738398366524480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/6386738398366524480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/6386738398366524480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-blink-of-eye-its-already-3rd-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116904597168152125</id><published>2007-01-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:59:31.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, there is nothing like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold night to warm yourself or just to give yourself a treat. Today, I tried adding 3tsp of baileys to my hot chocolate, and it instantly gave off such a heady aroma and was so so so delicious. Here's my recipe for a small cup of intense hot chocolate, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100-125ml milk&lt;br /&gt;25g dark chocolate( i use lindt)&lt;br /&gt;Sugar to taste, though I normally don't add any.&lt;br /&gt;A few tsp of baileys to add to the aroma and taste(optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Microwave or steam or heat the milk until boiling.&lt;br /&gt;2. Break the chocolate into pieces and put into milk&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir until chocolate has melted completely.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taste, add more chocolate or sugar if necessary&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare yourself for a treat ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116904597168152125?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116904597168152125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116904597168152125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116904597168152125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116904597168152125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-there-is-nothing-like-cup-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116775639256055565</id><published>2007-01-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:49:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/49645/02012007287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/403208/02012007287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a good lunch at Toastbox with my mum today. And I ordered the peanut butter thick toast which came oozing with peanut butter. Thats what I call real good stuff. That crunchy goodness with a substantial spread of chunky peanut butter. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/761980/02012007292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/883896/02012007292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I decided to try my hand at biscotti, having searched for recipes for it online and finding it relatively simple and low fat. So happily, I laid out the ingredients and whipped up the dough in no time. Easy peasy, I thought, as I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/407090/02012007293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/96342/02012007293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shaped the dough into four phallic looking logs and baked them for 30mins. Thereafter, I was supposed to let the logs cool, and then slice them up into small pieces and then bake it again for another 15mins till they were evenly toasted and dry. But ah, here comes the difficult part, the slicing of the log. It was a tedious process. It&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/301144/02012007294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/585542/02012007294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s like trying to slice four baguettes into very thin slices,but for mine, it kept breaking. So I had to be very careful when handling them, and had to settle for thicker biscotti just so they would hold. But oh well, I kind of liked my almond cranberry biscotti with the cinnamon taste, but it was somewhat dry due to the low butter content. I love biscotti, especially when dunking into coffee, so I think more shall come till I perfect it. Yummy yum yum. I think my repertoire is growing, and I am loving it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116775639256055565?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116775639256055565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116775639256055565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116775639256055565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116775639256055565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-good-lunch-at-toastbox-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116764456182070293</id><published>2007-01-01T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:42:41.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it was that I spent New year day at home, in bed, nursing a i-dunno-what. All I know is that I keep sneezing incessantly, and what is supposed to be my voice comes out as a hoarse croack. And I feel constantly tired. So I took a couple of unrestful naps, what with my mum shouting for me to teach her computer stuff, and my two dogs deafening barks. But I am hoping that it would past soon, with enough rest and plenty of water. And oh to stay away from chocolates and stuff, not that I even feel like eating them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for doing something useful like revision. Blah. Tomorrow I shall be well again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116764456182070293?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116764456182070293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116764456182070293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116764456182070293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116764456182070293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-it-was-that-i-spent-new-year-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116757577740648935</id><published>2006-12-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:36:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its a lonely new year's eve for me, too lazy to go anywhere. Had a nice dinner of abalone flavoured instant noodles with egg. What's the big deal with new year anyway, its happens every year..hahah..but yet everybody makes such a big fuss of it. I was at city hall earlier and the whole place was brimming people. I was quite happy to escape to the solitude(and quietness) of home. But the thing is I don't feel like doing anything, so I am just lazing around doing nothing hoping time passes faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/850610/30122006283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/320/83946/30122006283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shall devote my time to baking. I baked macademia cranberry muffins and it turned out lovely, but still a tad to hard after it cooled down. The trick to soft muffin is not to overmix is, but I have yet to master that yet. The next thing I want to try out is biscotti. I have forgotten how much I used to love Olio Dome's biscotti which came in small bite size pieces, deceptively addictive. When mum brought back a tin of biscotti that some friend of her's had given her, half of it when into my stomach unknowingly. So yes, maybe I will try that out next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the donut factory fiasco, I seem to have developed cravings for donuts, especially krispy kreme ones. Check out their &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/varieties.html#/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. They have a mind-boggling variety. Oh my gosh, I want to try all of them, but I suspect I would be quite sick after that. But oh my, don't they just beckon out to be eaten, with all that lovely glaze and filling. Here I am talking about food again. Moving right along, its the new year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new year comes new things to conquer. Frankly, I am feeling somewhat jittery at the thought of this being my last semester. The fear of treading into the next phase of my journey, out into the working world, a whole new environment. Or even finding a job in the first place, all these doubts and fears niggling at me continuosly. It's too early to think of all that now, but hey, I haven't forgotten that every semester just flies past with a snap of the finger, too fast for me to catch my breath and marvel that I am still alive. Sheesh, I am getting stressed prematurely..sigh. off to do some mindless nothings before I sleep the new year away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116757577740648935?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116757577740648935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116757577740648935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116757577740648935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116757577740648935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-its-lonely-new-years-eve-for-me-too.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116740843777335104</id><published>2006-12-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:07:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/29122006273.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/29122006273.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional Japanese pancake oozing with a thick and sweet custard, available at Medi-ya at Liang court for a limited period only. Not to be missed&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116740843777335104?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116740843777335104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116740843777335104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116740843777335104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116740843777335104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/traditional-japanese-pancake-oozing.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116740834459952271</id><published>2006-12-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:05:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/29122006277.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/29122006277.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new look&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116740834459952271?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116740834459952271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116740834459952271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116740834459952271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116740834459952271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-look.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116740828217823930</id><published>2006-12-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:36:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not a big fan of donuts, really I am not. Apart from the occasional chocolate coated donuts and the fantasy of eating the highly aclaimed Krispy Kreme. I don't even really like dunkin donuts. So today, the fact that I queued for over half and hour at the newly opened donut factory at Raffles City is quite bewildering. I blame that I was half an hour early for my class gathering at 6.30pm and saw the queue and decided to join 'em, and see what's the big deal about. I didnt know that it would take so long to reach my turn, but that's because everybody else bought boxes of the stuff, it was really madness. I wanted to walk off after about 15mins, but I figures since I had already waited so long, not way was I leaving without trying it out. So there I was, having fantasies about biting into the chocolate filled or peanut butter filled donuts. The damn thing was that when it reached my turn, all that was left was the strawberry filled one &lt;a href="mailto:%&amp;#@*$"&gt;%&amp;amp;#@*$&lt;/a&gt; because the person in front of me bought 2 boxes of it. The lovely girl at the counter could see I was quite disappointed,especially after queueing so long, so she tried to persuade the lady in front to swap one of the peanut glazed donut with the strawberry one since she had four, but she refused. Oh well, it's a fair world after all, and there are nasty people around, especially those that dare to deprive me of peanut butter donut. But its alright. The strawberry filled one was very nice. The donut was soft and fluffy and utterly and deceptively non greasy. When I bit into it, strawberry jam spurted out. It's so nice that I would definitely be back to buy, preferably during non-peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am glad I ate the donuts to tide over my hunger cos we only started eating around 8 plus. It was so crowded everywhere. We went to Miss Clarity Cafe and waited ages for the table. But at least the food there is pretty good, but at that kind of price and portion, I have nothing much to complain about. Their soft shell crab creamy pasta is really nice, though the pasta is not al dente enough and I had to season it with some salt as it was somewhat bland. But what takes the cake is really their dessert. I had the durian indulgence and it was so deliciously creamy and rich. I wouldnt say the same of their brownie too, it was a tad too dry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116740828217823930?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116740828217823930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116740828217823930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116740828217823930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116740828217823930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-not-big-fan-of-donuts-really-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116732068199459108</id><published>2006-12-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:44:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My previous post was almost all about food, I shall attempt to rectify that in this post. No, Teresa's mind does not consist thoughts about food,maybe only about 80%...just kiddding..hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, Christmas just came and went..poof,just like that. It does not make it any less meaningful though. I love Christmas..as do I am sure many other people. But sometimes I am guilty of loving it for the wrong reasons. Such as the presents, the mood and the nostalgia of the whole festival. I didn't get alot of presents la, neither did I give many come to think of it, I couldnt really be bothered to squeeze in with thousands of other people trying to get their last minute christmas shopping done. My favourite present is from MB, a cookbook by Nigella Lawson &lt;em&gt;How to be a Domestic Goddess, &lt;/em&gt;a box of very melt in the mouth Royce chocolates from aunt aubrey, a few knick-knacks here and there. And oh yah, my mum sponsored my haircut. I chopped off my hair finally and decided not to perm it again. I feel so much more light-headed now, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But presents aside, Christmas is really about celebrating Jesus's birthday, the day he came down to earth to die for us. We are the reason that he made this sacrifice, that today, we might have what we have. What I said about finding my identity. It's really about being secure in Him and his love instead of worrying how other people see me. I used to be really insecure and have somewhat of an inferiority complex. But now, I know who I am and I am secure in that love He has for us. I am so glad we have a reason to celebrate christmas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116732068199459108?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116732068199459108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116732068199459108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116732068199459108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116732068199459108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-previous-post-was-almost-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116731537405057938</id><published>2006-12-28T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:47:24.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Risotto</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I made risotto, and MB was my able helper, and together , we cooked an awesome dinner..seriously. I didn't follow any particular recipe and just went with the flow. For those who doesn't know what risotto is, it's a traditional italian dish made with arborio rice(or a variety of other rice) and then hot broth is slowly added to it until it is done, after which you can add whatever stuff you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a salmon and mushroom risotto which I absoutely loved, but it was a tad salty. We also added corns and peas to up the health factor, plus grated parmesan cheese to make it more creamy...yummm&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/320/10521/27122006269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also posted up pictures of my latest baking creations to tandalize you readers...heh..enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116731537405057938?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116731537405057938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116731537405057938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731537405057938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731537405057938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-once-again-its-been-more-than.html' title='Risotto'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116731530966923793</id><published>2006-12-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:15:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/27122006268.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/27122006268.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risotto plus garlic toast plus clam chowder soup&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116731530966923793?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116731530966923793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116731530966923793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731530966923793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731530966923793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/risotto-plus-garlic-toast-plus-clam.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116731525373332906</id><published>2006-12-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:14:13.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/23122006264.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/23122006264.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate cake I baked for my christmas party. A vast improvement over Mb's birthday cake...no? I made a chocolate glaze with valronha chocolate and topped it with chocolate shavins and silver beads, with toasted almonds&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116731525373332906?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116731525373332906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116731525373332906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731525373332906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731525373332906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/chocolate-cake-i-baked-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116731516805848342</id><published>2006-12-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:12:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/23122006265.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/23122006265.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almond roca. It tastes like the real deal, but better. Need I say more?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116731516805848342?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116731516805848342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116731516805848342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731516805848342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731516805848342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/almond-roca.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116731511619752027</id><published>2006-12-28T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:11:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/23122006263.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/23122006263.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day's lunch..dun be fooled by its simple appearance..its tastes awesome...with cheese and leftover christmas ham inside&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116731511619752027?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116731511619752027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116731511619752027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731511619752027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731511619752027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-days-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116731507315059277</id><published>2006-12-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:11:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/28122006271.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/28122006271.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love popcorn, and you love cashew, you absolutely have to try this...ahh..its yummilicious&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116731507315059277?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116731507315059277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116731507315059277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731507315059277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116731507315059277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-love-popcorn-and-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116584350559273865</id><published>2006-12-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:43:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a happy happy day that I don't know where to start. It's been quite a great weekend with plenty of good food to keep me happy. I had dinner with Dad and Aunt Aubrey at Fish and Co on Saturday. I missed the fish and chips so much and also their garlic rice. And on Sun, we went to Buckaroo yet again to celebrate Stephen's birthday with his 'brothers', and it was great fun with great food and great company. Their buffalo wings are really 'lick-everything-up-plus-skin-and-all-good'. Normally when I eat chicken wings, I will be quite fussy about the skin and the layer of fats beneath it. But this time, nothing was left but for pile of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I literally went on a food trail. First up, Stephen and I went to Chinatown to choose a new pair of specs for me. Before I met him, I went to Maxwell market for a walk, and got some deep fried sweet potato dumplings which were hot, crunchy and very very good. I wondered over to Tong Heng to get some egg tarts. I do proclaim that their egg tarts are one of the best. Their crust is thin and the egg custard ever so soft and wobbly and melt in the mouth..Ahhh. That was not all, then I got some 'shao bao' from 'Pau dian' where the filling is tasty and salty and oh-so-nice, also one of the better ones around. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/443469/11122006247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/752953/11122006247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/44994/11122006250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/617401/11122006250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/779120/11122006249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pair of specs with orange frames which I loved because of its funkiness. I will probably be more likely to wear that out than my 'lao pok pok' pair of present specs. After we got my specs, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/5146/11122006251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/267924/11122006251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we decided to go to Singtel shop as Stephen wanted to change phone. As we walked to the bus stop, somehow we ended up at Robertson Walk. And when you are at Robertson Walk, what must a dessert lover do? Go look for Canele Patisserie Chocolaterie of course, after hearing so many good things about it. Looking at the mind-boggling display of cakes and pastries there, I chose the Gateaux Chocolat. It was delicious(duh!!). I chose it because I thought it was no-frills, but yet would showcase a chocolate's taste perfectly, and I wasn't disappointed at all. The thin layers of chocolate sponge with the thick chocolate fudge just melted in my mouth and went straight to my heart. I would be back again, to try the other cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the distraction, we went to Singtel shop at Killiney Road. While waiting for our turn, we headed to Killiney Koptiam for a drink. We ordered a teh-c, kopi-c and a slice of kaya toast. The coffee was full-bodied and flavourful without being too sweet and leaving a bitter after-taste. Between that and Ya Kun, it's hard to say which I prefer more. Their toast was soft unlike that of Yakun,filled generously with kaya with the thick slab of butter. Yumm. And Stephen got a new Samsung D830, lucky him...hahh. The handphone buying phenomenon is crazy, we wanted to get N73 at first, but the salesperson informed us that it was already sold-out, with around hundred of people on the waiting list, just because the price dropped over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that about summed up my day. But my happiness came after dinner. I was feeling somewhat down this couple of days, what with mum nagging me about the specs and a job. And I felt at HATC, I was somewhat inferior to other people because I am quite quiet and reserved and all. So when I saw mum, I told her that I had already gotten a pair of specs, and she scolded me for not telling her because she was planning to go with me to another shop to buy. And then she gave me back the money that I paid for the spectacles and I was just so flabbergasted because I was also worrying about the cashflow for this holiday, with the presents to buy, dinners out with friends, camp fees and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I checked my email, I was informed that I would be included for training together with the other associate trainers( I am just a associate facilitator who trained a couple of times). I felt so encouraged by that. It means more training opportunities next year. And I was so happy that I was jumping for joy. Then somehow, I remembered something, that when I never fail to believe in God, he will always make things straight again. So when things went wrong, or fail or did not come to pass, I did not just focus on them, but continued trusting, knowing that somehow, good will come out of them and it did. So it just made everything so much sweeter, and I know that I am not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116584350559273865?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116584350559273865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116584350559273865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116584350559273865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116584350559273865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-such-happy-happy-day-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563386985315432</id><published>2006-12-09T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:11:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mb and I found ourselves at Vivocity once again after our plans to go Labrador Park was screwed because we discovered that the only bus which goes there only operates on Sat and Sun when we were waiting at Harbour Front interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed there and did some working around. He got a work jacket from G2000, and I got chocolates from Chocolat Factory which is this amazing chocolate shop from Spain, selling all kinds of stuff imaginable, but the prices were super steep as well. So mb bought 100g of the dark chocolate coverage for me, which is like chocolate buttons for use in hot chocolate. At $9 for 100g, it was still very steep, but it was probably one of the cheaper things over there..oh well. I thought it would be perfect for using with my suckao(and when I did at night, it almost blew me away with the intensity and flavour of chocolate.ahh..the sweetness, but I digress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ,we decided to head to Superdog for dinner. And when we only realized when we were there that we were short of cash. So we had to go look for ATM. And we couldnt find a single UOB ATM in the huge shopping mall and we were so frustrated that we ended up at Harbourfront Centre. So by the time we headed back, our legs were tired from all that walking and we had already worked up an appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I dithered for a very long time between burgers and hotdogs until mb got quite impatient. It was a very hard choice, but I chose the dogs in the end, and did not regret it. He ordered a Superdog($7.50)  while I ordered a German Bratwurst($5.80). Mine came in a crusty baguette loaf, with grilled onions and Sauerkraut and the yummiest and juciest sausage drizzled generously with mustard. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/320/557948/08122006239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I loved it, though it was quite hard to bite into it while being lady-like. The superdog was just as nice, with added bacon and their special chilli. And their fries..ahh..it was golden and crispy and thicker than the normal fries, definitely not the normal fries. They definitely could "stand up to the competition", as their ad proclaimed. All in all, it was a very good meal and it was a good thing we did not stuff ourselves as we had done so had Carl's junior. I would definitely be back again for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we just sat outside Vivocity, at the seats overlooking Sentosa, with a lovely breeze and lovely view and just sat there for the longest time..What a day, and what a way to spend the day..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/320/132917/08122006243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563386985315432?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563386985315432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563386985315432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563386985315432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563386985315432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/mb-and-i-found-ourselves-at-vivocity.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563380475690748</id><published>2006-12-09T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:10:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/08122006241.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/08122006241.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Bratwurst&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563380475690748?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563380475690748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563380475690748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563380475690748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563380475690748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/german-bratwurst.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563377343359883</id><published>2006-12-09T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:09:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/08122006240.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/08122006240.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superdog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563377343359883?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563377343359883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563377343359883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563377343359883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563377343359883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/superdog.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563220204496971</id><published>2006-12-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:43:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/06122006236.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/06122006236.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked honey ham sandwich from Olio Dome. One of my favourite sandwich, packed with mozarella and pineapple bits which provided a delightfully sweet contrast&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563220204496971?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563220204496971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563220204496971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563220204496971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563220204496971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/smoked-honey-ham-sandwich-from-olio.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563214761855352</id><published>2006-12-09T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:42:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/06122006238.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/06122006238.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best cafe latte with biscotti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563214761855352?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563214761855352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563214761855352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563214761855352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563214761855352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-cafe-latte-with-biscotti.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563210168547315</id><published>2006-12-09T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:41:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/04122006232.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/04122006232.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional wood-fired smoked salmon pizza with capers and onion..yuuummmy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563210168547315?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563210168547315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563210168547315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563210168547315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563210168547315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/traditional-wood-fired-smoked-salmon.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563205140505541</id><published>2006-12-09T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:40:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/04122006234.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/04122006234.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563205140505541?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563205140505541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563205140505541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563205140505541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563205140505541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/tiramisu.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116563169952242625</id><published>2006-12-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:34:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/04122006231.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/04122006231.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavera Risotto..delightfully creamy and flavour filled&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116563169952242625?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116563169952242625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116563169952242625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563169952242625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116563169952242625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/primavera-risotto.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116554371087096276</id><published>2006-12-08T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:08:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, my mother has managed to put a blight on this bright, beautiful and sunny day. I really hate her sometimes, she is the only one that ever manages to put me in such a simmering rage. The things she can say are beyond comprehension. Why did she have to spoil this day. She would always have criticisms in whatever I do, when would she ever be satisfied. This holiday, I am not working, she keeps nagging at me to do work. Hello woman, can't you see my mind is made up? And she even says I can go be a waitress just for the sake of working. Last holiday, I was a waitress for 3 months. She was on my back for the entire 3 months to go get a proper job aka a 9 to 5 job. The previous holiday, I had a 9 to 5 job that paid $5 an hour, she kept complaining that the pay was too low. And is waking up at 8.30am considered late??? If she wants to wake up at 7am, be my guest. She complains that I do nothing but read newspapers and the computer the whole day. How come she never sees the other things I do? I think its time I got out of this house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she finds a need to be so controlling or irritating, I am 21 for crying out loud, old enough to know what I want and what I DO not want. What a bloody hypocrite she is. Why doesn't she go get a job herself. Talk about lazing around the house. At least mine is only for 1 month, and I fully deserve it, considering the extremely hectic previous semester, so why can't she understand? I am so freaking pissed with her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go Provence and relax. later on I have a date with MB, I shall be happy by then. I am so not going to let her ruin my day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116554371087096276?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116554371087096276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116554371087096276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116554371087096276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116554371087096276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-again-my-mother-has-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116532187820414203</id><published>2006-12-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:31:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester is finally over. It feels surreal to have nothing to do and be able to slack the whole day, though for obvious reasons, I cannot do that. My mother has already been nagging me to go and look for a holiday job which I absolutely refused. Come on, this is my last holiday, just give me a break. Besides, I have to go for Church camp from 18 to 21 December, so if I work, it would only be for 2 weeks, and who would want to employ people for 2 weeks. Anyway I plan to use this holiday to pick up some useful skills like photoshop and to play around with Excel, which is an incredibly useful tool, but has not been fully explored yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last paper yesterday. Already, it feels like it was ages ago. I was so happy that the semester in over that I was all but jumping around in joy. Stephen, wendy and I went to Holland village for lunch. Wendy and I bought bread from Provence of course. I missed the Ogura Whip bun( with all that sinful whipped cream) and the walnut raisin bread so much. And I still miss it even while typing this entry. I think I am an incurable Provence addict. After lunch, Stephen and I headed down to Vivocity to check out the shopping mall that is the talk-of-the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was huge and I felt like I would get lost in there. There were also alot of people around. Surprisingly since it was a Monday afternoon. Don't people have to work? Anyway, apart from the crowd, I kind of liked it. It's like a shopping paradise, though I am proud to say I didn't buy anything. I do need new clothes though. Hmm. Anyway we watched Happy Feet at the GV cinema there. And the screen was super huge, the seats were spacious and comfy and there was ample leg space to stretch my legs. I liked the movie alot, especially the cute baby penguins and the dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, after working around for a bit, we started looking for food. There were so many restaurants there, so it was quite a tough choice. We settled on Modesto's in the end as they had a 1 for 1 dining deal for UOB credit card holders, so it was quite a steal. We ordered a Primavera Risotto and a smoked salmon pizza. The food was really awesome. I loved the risotto which was so creamy and tasty, flavoured with saffron. The traditional wood-fired pizza was nice as well, with a super thin crust. And for dessert, we had tiramisu, which was alright only. I felt the sponge part was somewhat too dry, but the presentation of it was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my diary which I kepy from Secondary three to JC today and I crinched and crinched at almost all the entries. They were all about dieting, me being fat, my bad relationship with my mum, my grades and my crushes. Oh, the things I wrote. It just gives you goose bumps when you read back, and wonders why on earth would I ever have writen those nonsense. Think I should just throw it away in case anyone finds it. I would die of embarassment if anyone reads it. I was so incredibly boy-crazy and thick-skinned back then. I wonder how my friends could stand me....hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116532187820414203?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116532187820414203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116532187820414203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116532187820414203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116532187820414203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/semester-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116514818487319301</id><published>2006-12-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:16:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate it when I am in the middle of cross fire between my parents, though I have lived with it for almost all my life, it does not make it any easier. Recently, my mum has been urging me to get my dad to buy a new pair of spectacles for me as mine is very old. I just nodded my head to humour her, knowing full well that my Dad will only ask me to get it from my mum. And anyway I had no intention of changing it anyway, not at least until I start work and have enough money to buy it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, she mentioned it again,and sounded more forceful. And she went on and on about how mum Dad doesn't pay for anything blah blah blah. And I know that if I asked my dad for the pair of specs, he would say my mum doesn't pay for anything as well. I told my mum that it was no big deal about my specs and I was not asking for a new one anyway. And she accused me of wanting everything from her instead of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, again. She asked me if I had asked from my dad which obviously I haven't. And she just went on and on about it and made it sound like I was asking her for it when honestly I can't really be bothered. I mean, I would like a new specs and all but I can defnitely live without it. At this point in time I was getting very exasperated, not being in the best of mood already, made worse by her. I never ask for anything from her at all, and yet she makes it sound like I always want this and that. I can't help it if Hp is generous and Dad is to put it not very nicely, stingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate being in my position. Tell me what to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116514818487319301?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116514818487319301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116514818487319301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116514818487319301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116514818487319301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-hate-it-when-i-am-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116498543396576519</id><published>2006-12-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:03:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is exam really that important that it overules every other things in your life and brings out the worst in some people. Does our life really have to revolve around some stupid piece of paper and grades? I choose to believe there is life beyond exams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116498543396576519?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116498543396576519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116498543396576519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116498543396576519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116498543396576519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-exam-really-that-important-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116494891498830947</id><published>2006-12-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:55:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feelings so very very sian now. I've nothing to do, at least nothing that I want to do( though I am supposed to prepare for my exam on Monday). I can't sleep, and I keep losing my live while playing super mario. I can't even muster up the energy to go to Great World City..and worst of all, I can't eat anything..sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116494891498830947?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116494891498830947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116494891498830947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116494891498830947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116494891498830947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-feelings-so-very-very-sian-now.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116489780918788366</id><published>2006-11-30T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:43:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I can heave a sigh of relieve, for tonight at least. I've sat for 3 papers in these past two days with one more paper to go on Monday. It has not been the easiest of days to say the least. On Tuesday, I came down with stomache ache which I suspect the root cause of it to be my consumption of junk food. When I went home, I had high fever and felt so tired and dazed and incredibly sorry for myself. To top it off, I was suffering from cramps too. So I just went off to bed early to sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, the fever came down and I was able to take my paper without any major discomfort. And for today's two papers as well. Though for the past two days, I have not been able to eat properly(as in my normal intake) because everytime I eat too much, I would have stomach discomfort again. It's kind of like a gnawing pain, and I would feel quite bloated as well. In retrospect, this is good as it can make me stop eating all the junk food. All the same, I wonder when I can start eating normal again. I miss provence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Monday to come. Yet the thought of holidays without anything to do kind of makes me dread it. After all, lazing around too much would make me lethargic, and there are only so many books to read and so many places to go.. sigh..guess I am kind of in a morose mood. When can I stop letting people's mood affect me too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116489780918788366?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116489780918788366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116489780918788366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116489780918788366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116489780918788366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-i-can-heave-sigh-of-relieve.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116438634859724821</id><published>2006-11-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:39:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I suffered from two minor( but major to me) injuries. The first was when I was rushing out of the house in the morning, and somehow the sharp edge of the door made a deep and bloody and long gash on my finger, resulting in a stinging pain the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident was me and stephen were at the coop going to buy the daily provisions( meaning snacks). As we were entering the coop, I was right behind him and somehow my mouth was unceremoniously banged by the door when he pulled it. It was so painful that I teared a little. It resulted in a swollen mouth which thankfully resided quite fast and a small bruise, no broken teeth thankfully. Poor Stephen looked so sorry and aplologetic that I didn't have the heart to be angry. Though it kind of disturbed my studying mood for the rest of the afternoon..hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the incident at the coop resulted in me seeing how much love and concern was showered on me. I just feel so blessed and loved. Somehow, it just took the pain away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116438634859724821?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116438634859724821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116438634859724821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116438634859724821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116438634859724821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-suffered-from-two-minor-but.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116437443686594431</id><published>2006-11-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:17:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me thinks its time to go on a diet soon. I feel the flab coming and I really hate it. It doesn't help that I am going to the gym only once a week and my eating portion is still as masssive as ever. But this is the exam period and it just seems so natural to reach out to that snack or comfort food to make everything seem better. Here is a list of food I should be avoiding(but haven't been).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Synder's Pretezel pieces - Jalapeno or honey mustard and onion. I have been buying in almost everyday as a snack. They are delicious but unfortunately very calorific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Japanese food. After the closure of the deck, they have made a reappearance at Eusoff Hall. I just love the kani-tamago set with lots of scrambled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolates- No day is complete without a serving of good quality chocolate. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Provence- This little bakery at Holland village would be the death of me and my figure as well as my wallet. I think they must have earned a neat little sum from me now since I patronize at least 3 times a week. My top 3 favourite. The raisin and walnut bread that is the softest and yummiest bread ever&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/96284/03112006205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/474378/03112006205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The cream cheese bread with blueberry jam inside. And lastly the Ogura whip. Just look at the amount of whipped cream, its enough to send anyone salivating. Thats not all, there is red-bean paste in the bread as well. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/83101/03112006204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/919354/03112006204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/1600/123907/13112006211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/200/918785/13112006211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybite is so delighful and decadent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bread with lavish amount of peanut butter. This is staple food for my breakfast as well as midnight snack when I am hungry. I kid myself that it is somewhat healthy because of the wholemeal bread and peanut butter is supposed to be healthy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kopi C from Holland village food centre. A little stall right at the end at the corner. They serve the thickest and most aromatic coffee, nicer than Ya kun. But don't ever think that its healthy. Because I saw the amount of sugar, condensed milk as well as evaporated milk that went in. But I am lovin' it. It helps to keep me awake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cedele - I am hooked on their carrot cake with that thick cream cheese frosting as well as their blueberry maple cake as well as their blueberry hazelnut cheesecake cake as well as their muffins. I can go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Home-made milo - made super thick with extra serving of milo powder on top. Milo is good cos it gives me energy to mug through the night. Unfortunately these days I hit my bed when the clock strikes 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it I guess..sigh, damage is done already though..There is something seriously wron with me. There must be a worm in my stomach or something. I want to be thin, yet I love eating as well. I am already thinking of the list of places I absolutely must check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marmalade pantry&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;3. Canele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116437443686594431?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116437443686594431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116437443686594431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116437443686594431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116437443686594431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-thinks-its-time-to-go-on-diet-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116429728978517648</id><published>2006-11-23T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:54:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/18112006215.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/18112006215.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi giving me the "oops I am sorry I know i was not supposed to be on this bed" look&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116429728978517648?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116429728978517648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116429728978517648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429728978517648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429728978517648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/heidi-giving-me-oops-i-am-sorry-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116429692507028692</id><published>2006-11-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:56:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here's part 2 of stephen's birthday surprise. I baked another cake for him, this time using baking soda instead of baking powder, and it yielded a nice, puffy chocolate cake as it should. However, IT BROKE AGAIN when I tried to take it out of the pan. As usual, I was too impatient. So I salvaged the cake with a vanilla frosting, using melted chocolate to pipe words over it, and decorated it with some strawberries and rainbow sprinkles. Aesthetically, the cake was displeasing to the sight. I felt the words and the frostings were ugly. Taste-wise, it was amazingly yummy. Its the first birthday cake I have ever attempted to make and decorate, it would definitely get better with practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brough the cake to church on Sunday, and hid it in a perfume box that I had. After service, we went down to the kopitian at Suntec to celebrate and everyone else was in on the secret except Stephen who was in the dark. He asked me innocently what was in the bag I was carrying and I simply fobbed him off with some white lies..heh&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/610/320/758135/19112006218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we took out the cake while he was off buying drinks and did he have the shock of his life when he came back. Heh. Anyway, everybody loved the cake, and most importantly the birthday boy. I loved the cake too, it was amazingly light and moist and yet chocolatey and soft...yumm. The recipe is definitely a keeper, but next time I will top it off with chocolate ganache instead of frosting which was too sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 3 of the celebration was on Monday, I borrowed the car and drove him all the way to Buckaroo in Sembawang. I was so proud of myself for not getting lost cos its like foreign territory to me. Anyway, the food was great and as usual we over ordered. A side of cream of mushroom in bread bowl, deep fried mushrooms, onion rings, buffalo wings( level 2 of spiciness which was already very spicy) and a main course of beef. Everything was so yummy. I really love the ambience of the place, so laid-back and good for chilling out, replete with good food. There was even a complementary chocolate cake which unfortunately tasted quite dry, so we just dumped my cake into the bowl and ate it up. And both of us were stuffed full after that, though not as bad as the steam boat experience where I puked after eating too much...hahahThe magharita is delicious too, and comes in a mind-boggling variety of fruit flavours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been a good past few days of studying. Casino Royale was fantastic, not so much about the gimmicks and high tech stuff, but more about the plot and the acting which incidentally is very good. Eva Green is gorgeous, all smothering and hot stuff. I have been slacking quite abit too, playing computer games, reading novels. But I have decided I shall just chill for this exam, not point getting stressed out every semester right? Haha, but my intake of tidbits as increased too. There is just this tendency to head to the coop to get snacks after lunch which isn't good for the figure at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, enough slacking already, back to books before I close shop for the night ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116429692507028692?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116429692507028692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116429692507028692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429692507028692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429692507028692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-heres-part-2-of-stephens-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116429717665685130</id><published>2006-11-23T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:52:56.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/19112006220.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/19112006220.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen's surprised(or pretending to be surprised face)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116429717665685130?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116429717665685130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116429717665685130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429717665685130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429717665685130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/stephens-surprisedor-pretending-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116429713755495905</id><published>2006-11-23T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:52:17.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/19112006216.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/19112006216.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original cake minus the frosting which already looked dangerously like it was going to break..sigh&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116429713755495905?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116429713755495905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116429713755495905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429713755495905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116429713755495905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/original-cake-minus-frosting-which.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116385626219429078</id><published>2006-11-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:24:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time for an update again. So many things have happened since I last updated. Its the end of school and the start of exams next week. I think I should be very worried since I haven't started studying...at all. But I am not..hah. Instead, I don't feel like studying at all. I am so looking forward to the holidays, its going to be my last holiday, so I am not going to work at all, despite my mum's disapproving look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Stephen's birthday on friday. I baked a chocolate cake for him on thurs night. The recipe said moist chocolate cake, and it looked pretty simple and foolproof. And it was, I finished everything in half and hour and popped it into the oven. Then I waited for it to be done. And then it struck me that I had used baking powder instead of baking soda which is to react with the buttermlk in the recipe to make it rise. And there I was, cursing and swearing and praying that my cake would turn out alright. 40mins later, a rather flat chocolate cake greeted me. I couldn't wait for it to cool before I cut a small slice to eat. It turned out ok, rather salty and way to flat. I was hoping for a nice, moist and fluffy chocolate cake. Not a brownie like cake. Oh, and the worst thing was, when I was taking the cake out from the pan, it was so tender that it broke, thus I had a broken cake on my hands, and I was way way way distraught. But since it wasnt going to be a birthday cake, but rather for his family as I was having dinner at his place, so I put a nice frosting on the cake and cut it up into small pieces and arranged it in a container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I got rave reviews for the cake. Most people liked it because it was very chocolatey, very rich and fudgey. So I heaved a sigh of relief. And thankfully, his family and him liked it too. But then he has always been the greatest supporter for my baking creations..heh.I had thunder tea rice at his place. And it was super delicious, it was so nice that I went for a second helping and ended up being super full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I cooked lunch for him. It was a super delicious lunch of scrambled eggs and ham,bacon and cheese sandwich. The scrambled eggs were decadent and rich becaus I added cream instead of the normal milk. And I pan-fried the bread till it was brown and crispy. And we had clam-chowder soup too. I think that's about the only things I can cook now..hah..my repertoire is quite limited. But lunch was really great, now I am hooked on grilled cheese sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a special programme on Monday too, watch Casino Royale and a surprise dinner at a surprise place. Wait for more updates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116385626219429078?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116385626219429078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116385626219429078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116385626219429078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116385626219429078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-time-for-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116295272808027116</id><published>2006-11-08T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:54:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go to the Marmalade Pantry soon. After hearing so many good things about it, and reading so blogs raving about it. I wanna go too. If only for their much-talked-about sticky date pudding, or their cupcakes or the sunday brunch. I love things like eggs benedict or scrambled eggs or french toast.. Check out the extensive menu &lt;a href="http://www.themarmaladepantry.com/html/restaurant.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day...soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116295272808027116?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116295272808027116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116295272808027116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116295272808027116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116295272808027116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-to-go-to-marmalade-pantry-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116290782100569846</id><published>2006-11-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:57:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a total rest today, no work at all. Reading books almost the whole day, life never felt so good to just chill out and not worry about deadline. I have been living my life on the edge for as long as I remember. Can't even remember the last time I went out. And I baked the muffins again, this time I used the same recipe but different fillings. For one batch, I put chocolate chips and banana. For the other batch, I put raisins. Both turned out delicious and smelling lovely. This recipe is definitely a keeper, low fat and yummy muffins. The crunchy streusel topping is really addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/07112006207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/07112006207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Cedele to chill out in the afternoon, and I ordered a blueberry crumble muffin. I have been sort of craving for it after mum bought it for breakfast one day. I think its really good. Moist, and yet not too sweet, with the tangy blueberries, and most importantly, generourous heaping of the streusel topping I so love. And it didn't feel oily at all, so I suppose it must be quite healthy. I really love it. I wonder how the exterior can be so nicely browned yet its so soft and moist. The mufins I make are always somewhat anaemic looking because I am so afraid I would over bake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the carrot cake beckoning out to me, and I couldn't resist ordering that too. I really love it. Moist, studded with walnuts and the delicious cream cheese icing. Now that I have mastered muffins, I think I might move on to carrot cake too. I guess it's an acquired taste. I used to only like to eat chocolate cakes, but somehow nowadays, I eat chocolate, but I tend to eat other kind of cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it was really bliss. To eat my cake and read a book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116290782100569846?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116290782100569846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116290782100569846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116290782100569846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116290782100569846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-total-rest-today-no-work-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116282775712577702</id><published>2006-11-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:42:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally complete my 2000word essay and my other two assignments over the weekend. After two days of sitting at the desk, trying to get my work now. I just want to do nothing but rest now. So tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116282775712577702?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116282775712577702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116282775712577702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116282775712577702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116282775712577702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-finally-complete-my-2000word.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116238383449416097</id><published>2006-11-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:25:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/01112006196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have succumbed to temptation and baked again. This time it was muffins, and one of the best batch of muffins I have baked thus far I must say. It was a new recipe, relatively low-fat and very tasty - Cranberry buttermilk muffins. The buttermilk gave it a moist texture and the streusel topping(walnut, butter and sugar) made it delectable and sweet. I can't tell you how many went into my mouth after it came out of the oven, piping hot and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rather zombie-fied today. Other than baking, I have been stuck at my desk, trying to complete my never-ending load of work. At least one essay down for now and almost finished compilation of a report which is quite a headache, given all the grammatical errors and what nots I have to cor&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/01112006197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/01112006197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rect. I finally understand the headaches of editors. My plans to go to the gym were spoilt because I did not finish my essay by my scheduled time and I did not want to spoil the flow. I so did want to get the blood flowing and break out of this lethargy. At least dinner was healthy- a simple chicken macaroni soup, just nice for the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/01112006199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go pick mum up at the airport later&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/01112006199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/01112006199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Teatime: the cinnamon cake I baked yesterday and the muffin amidst all the mess on my table)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116238383449416097?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116238383449416097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116238383449416097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116238383449416097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116238383449416097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-succumbed-to-temptation-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116230872102054134</id><published>2006-10-31T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:38:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is officially the most stressful week of all my entire semesters in NUS. After the presentation today(which thankfully I did not have to present), I have 2 essays pending, one 500words and one 2000 words, and both of which I have no idea how to tackle them. I have a report to compile and edit, and another report to compile and edit. I have to come up with some 3 print advertisements by next week and also a breaking news story in which I have to conduct interviews and organize by story such that it is news worthy. Oh, and thats not forgeting another assignment for that same module which also involves some advertisment..blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very stressed. And what do I do when I am stressed? I bake of course. Which is a surprising that I managed to find time to. It was a very easy recipe which was basically done in 20mins, but just at that crucial moment when I put the pan into the oven, I hit my head hard against the cupboard and dropped my pan, and thus spilling some of the batter, which resulted in some curse words, a bump on my forehead, and 40mins later, thankfully still an edible cake. The warm smell of the cinnamon was comforting, and the cake was soft and moist and not very sweet, with hints of coffee and chocolate. But it was quite an ugly cake due to the smash,but oh well. It'd do for my supper tonite and my breakfast tmr. I shall bake muffins tmr when I am in the mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are interested in making the cake, here's the recipe. Its quite a healthy cake as I omitted the chocolate glaze, but it was still pretty yummy and super easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Chocolate Squares&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;a href="http://www.bakingsheet.blogspot.com"&gt;bakingsheet&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Cake:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups + 2 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp + 2 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp instant coffee/espresso powder&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;10 tbsp butter, melted and cooled(unsalted)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup mini chocolate chips or 3 oz bittersweet chocolate, chopped&lt;br /&gt;Glaze:&lt;br /&gt;6 oz bittersweet chocolate, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 tbsp butter, soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350F. Butter an 8-inch square cake pan and line the bottom with parchment paper.&lt;br /&gt;2.In a small bowl, combine 2 tbsp sugar, 2 tsp cinnamon and the espresso powder. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3.In a large bowl, whisk together flour, sugar, baking powder, the remaining cinnamon and salt.&lt;br /&gt;4.In a medium bowl, whisk together milk, eggs, vanilla and slightly cooled, but melted, butter.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour into the flour mixture and stir until just combined.&lt;br /&gt;6.Pour half of the batter into the prepare pan, spreading it evenly over the bottom. Evenly sprinkle on sugar/espresso mixture and mini chocolate chips, then top with the remaining batter, spreading it evenly.&lt;br /&gt;7.Bake for 35-40 minutes at 350F, just until a toothpick comes out clean. Let the cake cool in the pan for 15 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack and remove the parchment. Let cool completely before frosting.&lt;br /&gt;8.For the glaze, melt together the chocolate and the butter either in a double boiler (or on low power in the microwave, as I did) and stir until smooth. If it is runny, let it stand for a minute or two, but otherwise the chocolate should be thick, smooth, shiny and spreadable. Spread on the top of the cake (the flat bottom side should be facing up, which makes it easy to frost) and allow the frosting to set up before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116230872102054134?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116230872102054134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116230872102054134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230872102054134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230872102054134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-officially-most-stressful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116230892172549898</id><published>2006-10-31T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:35:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/31102006194.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/31102006194.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the before...no afters.. I was too traumatized by the fact that my cake turned out ugly&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116230892172549898?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116230892172549898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116230892172549898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230892172549898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230892172549898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/before.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116230883782520327</id><published>2006-10-31T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:33:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/31102006192.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/31102006192.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can sleep so peacefully too&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116230883782520327?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116230883782520327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116230883782520327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230883782520327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230883782520327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-i-can-sleep-so-peacefully-too.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116230880492866524</id><published>2006-10-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:33:24.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/31102006191.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/31102006191.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird sleeping position of a very sleepy dog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116230880492866524?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116230880492866524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116230880492866524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230880492866524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116230880492866524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-sleeping-position-of-very-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116136106301745962</id><published>2006-10-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:45:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Birthday surprise part 3 &amp; 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real late entry, but better late than never eh..work is busy as every, getting stressed out over never ending projects, with endless presentations and assignments and essays. 2 more weeks before everything is due and I can finally relax abit before studying for exams. I had facilitation today, and after not wearing heels for so long, it was so hard wearing them again. By the end of the day, I suffered from multiple blisters and was dragging my feet and limping quite badly and wondering when I would reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about my birthday...the big 21...wasn't so big after all. My parents are still the same, and I still feel the same. Not like I get extra freedom or anything..hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual day of my birthday itself was quite a boring one as compared to the excitment of the party on saturday. I actually spent the day doing work and I got my birthday surprise at night. I drove the car and he directed...me to lavender, and I was wondering what the hell we were doing it when I saw this restaurant tucked in a corner called the Lighthouse Bistro. The food was pretty good and the ambience was nice. But what impressed me was that he had actually done his 'research' and brought me to somewhere new(that I had never even heard of) and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved their clam chowder in a bread bowl and their chicken fajita and most of all the very interesting dessert. I also got my birthday present from him....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/320/18102006172.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was something from Max Brenner.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it was a suckao.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/320/18102006175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/18102006174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now I can drink hot chocolate whenever I want, especially during the stressful period of exam. Thats not all. I got a tin of chocolate powder too..and it made the best cuppa of hot chocolate..mmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats not all the surprise he had in store for me. On fri, he brought me to the chocolate buffet, where after a long and stressful week, I ate chocolate to my heart's content. Oh the joy of letting the chocolate from the fondue flow over the juicy strawberries. And when no one was looking, I took a clean cup and dipped it inside..and drank it. I almost fainted from the chocolate high. He also arranged the staff to sing a birthday song for me, and presented me with a cake. I was so so so touched by all the troubles he went to to make this birthday such a special one for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was lovely. But like all good things, it ended all too soon. And I had to face another long week ahead. But oh well, this week doesn't seem to be that bad, though I know I have many things to do that has yet been done, and a presentation tmr..blah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116136106301745962?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116136106301745962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116136106301745962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116136106301745962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116136106301745962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-surprise-part-3-4-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116177662325325287</id><published>2006-10-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:43:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/17-10%20041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/17-10%20041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the choc buffet&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116177662325325287?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116177662325325287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116177662325325287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177662325325287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177662325325287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-choc-buffet.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116177656325067665</id><published>2006-10-25T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:42:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA173572.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA173572.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and the mini bday cake&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116177656325067665?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116177656325067665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116177656325067665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177656325067665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177656325067665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/us-and-mini-bday-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116177652485603007</id><published>2006-10-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:42:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA173566.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA173566.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken fajita&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116177652485603007?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116177652485603007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116177652485603007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177652485603007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177652485603007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/chicken-fajita.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116177649318913185</id><published>2006-10-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:41:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA173555.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA173555.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mb&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116177649318913185?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116177649318913185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116177649318913185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177649318913185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116177649318913185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-and-mb.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126825647291805</id><published>2006-10-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:30:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the pictures I promised to post from my birthday party. A proper post soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126825647291805?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126825647291805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126825647291805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126825647291805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126825647291805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/these-are-pictures-i-promised-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126812843510145</id><published>2006-10-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:28:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143439.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143439.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spread of food, all homecooked. The highlight of the day was my mother's fried rice..really superb&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126812843510145?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126812843510145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126812843510145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126812843510145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126812843510145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/spread-of-food-all-homecooked.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126803317573738</id><published>2006-10-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:27:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143447.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143447.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles creating a nice ambience&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126803317573738?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126803317573738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126803317573738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126803317573738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126803317573738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/candles-creating-nice-ambience.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126800867197851</id><published>2006-10-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:26:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143450.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143450.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: my chocolate swirl cheesecake, breadpudding, durian cream puff, tortilla chips with salsa, mango pudding and a fruit platter in the centre&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126800867197851?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126800867197851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126800867197851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126800867197851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126800867197851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-left-my-chocolate-swirl.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126794558156611</id><published>2006-10-19T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:25:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143453.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143453.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my male cousins who gave me the beautiful flowers and his gf&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126794558156611?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126794558156611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126794558156611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126794558156611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126794558156611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-male-cousins-who-gave-me-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126791137213382</id><published>2006-10-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:25:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143457.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143457.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunties and uncle and mum and me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126791137213382?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126791137213382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126791137213382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126791137213382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126791137213382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/aunties-and-uncle-and-mum-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126787604715133</id><published>2006-10-19T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:24:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143458.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143458.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with two big strong men ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126787604715133?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126787604715133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126787604715133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126787604715133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126787604715133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-with-two-big-strong-men.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126785247675702</id><published>2006-10-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:24:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143465.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143465.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and brennan&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126785247675702?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126785247675702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126785247675702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126785247675702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126785247675702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-and-brennan.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126781984755940</id><published>2006-10-19T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:23:39.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143468.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143468.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and me..he was da man of the party&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126781984755940?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126781984755940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126781984755940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126781984755940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126781984755940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/steph-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126778366611149</id><published>2006-10-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:23:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143477.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143477.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mad gang...yumin abit high that day&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126778366611149?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126778366611149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126778366611149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126778366611149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126778366611149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/mad-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126772729593049</id><published>2006-10-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:22:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143502.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143502.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126772729593049?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126772729593049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126772729593049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126772729593049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126772729593049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mum-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126762599815155</id><published>2006-10-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:20:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143519.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143519.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family in full force&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126762599815155?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126762599815155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126762599815155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126762599815155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126762599815155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-family-in-full-force.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126758081296694</id><published>2006-10-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:19:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143523.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143523.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC peeps &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126758081296694?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126758081296694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126758081296694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126758081296694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126758081296694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/ac-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126752590184063</id><published>2006-10-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:18:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143531.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143531.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe cutting of the cake&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126752590184063?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126752590184063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126752590184063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126752590184063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126752590184063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/cutting-of-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126747259953500</id><published>2006-10-19T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:17:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143538.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143538.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cg peeps&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126747259953500?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126747259953500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126747259953500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126747259953500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126747259953500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/cg-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126743314474887</id><published>2006-10-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:17:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143543.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143543.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ac gang&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126743314474887?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126743314474887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126743314474887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126743314474887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126743314474887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/ac-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126740213568560</id><published>2006-10-19T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:16:42.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143544.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143544.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaetna&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126740213568560?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126740213568560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126740213568560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126740213568560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126740213568560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/kaetna.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116126737044617896</id><published>2006-10-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:16:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/PA143547.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/PA143547.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaetna girls&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116126737044617896?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126737044617896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116126737044617896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126737044617896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116126737044617896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/kaetna-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092525164792981</id><published>2006-10-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:15:21.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blessed birthday part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/15102006169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/15102006169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was my celebration with my Dad and Aunt Aubrey. Aunt Aubrey had already given me a Adidas jacket of my choice weeks ago. Dad presented me with another diamond necklace which was designed by a friends of him, with real sizable diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/17-10%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/17-10%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went for dinner at Al Dente Trattoria at the Esplanade which I have long wanted to try, and I wasn't disapointed one bit. The place had a lovely ambience and the food was delicious. We had a grilled portobello salad for starters and the portobello was so juicy and tasty. Their traditional wood-fired pizza is my new favourite pizza. We ordered the three meat lovers pizza with salami, sausage and bacon and it really took the cake,so to speak. The topping was so flavourful and the crust was so thin and crisp that they really redefined the term thin-crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/17-10%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/17-10%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ordered the grilled sausage fettucine and a cream based pasta with zucchini and lobster which had some fanciful name that I cannot remember. But it was really delicious and the cream sauce was really rich and delicious. Yum Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert, we went to Coffee Club as usual and ended off dinner with a mud-pie and a rum and raisin chocolate truffle cake. I went home, full to bursting, and enjoying every moment of my 21st bday celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092525164792981?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092525164792981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092525164792981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092525164792981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092525164792981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/blessed-birthday-part-2-today-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092300683991965</id><published>2006-10-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:56:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed birthday- part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blessed Birthday Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday party was a smashing success, all thanks to my mum and especially Stephen, without whom the party would not have been possible, as cliche as it might sound. It was really super tiring to prepare for the party. The cooking of the food took almost the whole day,and I helped out in whatever way I could, but my mum was really the main chef. And my aunties contributed an item each. What I did was to bake a cheesecake and a breadpudding and some giant hersheys cookies. But it was worth it as everyone praised the food highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen came early to help decorate the room. And he was so concentrated in the task at hand and when I saw the finished work, I was like wow. I really have him and my mum to thank. If not, I would have to keep running up and down to get everything set up. As it was, I didn't really do much because they did everything for me, so I was all the more touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it especially touching when I watched the video of me that Stephen put up before the cake cutting There were pictures of me all the way from I was a baby, through different stages of my life,even the ugly and hideous pictures of me. I was highly suspicuous when I saw that Stephen brought his laptop and later on there was a projector. Little did I know that my mum had actually planned the surprise and both of them ganged up to keep it a secret. No wonder he was so busy this few days, so much so that I actually felt ignored. Sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party itself was like a dream, coming and passing so fast. And by the end of it all, I was tired out. But it was really great to see all of them gathered in one place. And I flited around, trying to mingle with the guests and I honestly really enjoyed myself alot, and laughed so much. It was really a night to remember, once in a lifetime experience. And once again, I felt so blessed cos I had my loved ones around me to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 'takings' for the night was really tremendous. I got everything I wanted and more. I got the Anna Sui Dolly on the Beach that I really wanted from Linda, yumin, jul and Cindy. And the Incanto Cheers from Brennan(thank goodness they got diff ones.heh). An abercrombie &amp;amp; fitch bag from my cousin, a surfer girl beach bag from my cg, a crumpler bag from my mum's friends, a SPA package from cuz cecilia(which is in some very posh place), a beautiful necklace from Wendy, Zara voucher(where I can buy a nice work jacket) from Kaetna, a 'key' necklace from one of my aunt and of course the Tissot watch from HP which he gave a long time ago and a beautiful bouquet of flowers from two male cousins(which I kept exclaiming over). Last but not least was the diamond cross necklace that my mum gave me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is not all yet.. I am soo so blessed. And thank u to my friends who celebrated it with me, I appreciate each and everyone's presence. I posted up some pictures, but there would be more coming..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092300683991965?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092300683991965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092300683991965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092300683991965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092300683991965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/blessed-birthday-part-1.html' title='Blessed birthday- part 1'/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092404455846669</id><published>2006-10-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:54:04.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/17-10%20028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/17-10%20028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presents...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092404455846669?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092404455846669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092404455846669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092404455846669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092404455846669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092400103246602</id><published>2006-10-15T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:53:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/17-10%20029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/17-10%20029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond cross necklace from my mum..Its so lovely and delicate&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092400103246602?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092400103246602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092400103246602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092400103246602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092400103246602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/diamond-cross-necklace-from-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092397475698681</id><published>2006-10-15T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:52:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/17-10%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/17-10%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surfer girl &amp; Abercrombie and fitch bag&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092397475698681?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092397475698681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092397475698681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092397475698681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092397475698681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/surfer-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092392183572619</id><published>2006-10-15T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:52:01.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/17-10%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/17-10%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheemine, me and wendy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092392183572619?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092392183572619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092392183572619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092392183572619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092392183572619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheemine-me-and-wendy.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116092385102816808</id><published>2006-10-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:50:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/640/14102006163.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2118/320/14102006163.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my giant hershey cookies..took ages to bake and wrap individually&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116092385102816808?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116092385102816808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116092385102816808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092385102816808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116092385102816808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-giant-hershey-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116071393676176671</id><published>2006-10-13T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:32:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are words nothing more than just empty words, dreams  ephemeral and fleeting, promises made to be broken? Feeling somewhat disillusioned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116071393676176671?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116071393676176671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116071393676176671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116071393676176671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116071393676176671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-words-nothing-more-than-just-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116066474582867516</id><published>2006-10-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:52:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Writing an essay for the film and history modules every two weeks is such a chore, despite getting to watch nice movies every week. However, analyzing them and having to write essay on them is not that pleasant, especially if you have a fear of writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I take so long to write essays, cos I spent half and hour writing, and another half and hour doing something else. That's just me, short attention span,easily distracted. I refuse to get stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, class 95 is playing all my favourite love songs, get me all sentimental...awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing everything else but writing my essay..sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116066474582867516?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116066474582867516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116066474582867516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116066474582867516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116066474582867516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/writing-essay-for-film-and-history.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-116066242138370777</id><published>2006-10-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:13:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I am getting more and more jaded by life. This week has been a bloody tough week and I can't wait for it to be over. But next week would be a rerun of this week all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home in the rain, feeling droplets on my face. Wishing everything can be washed away by the rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-116066242138370777?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/116066242138370777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=116066242138370777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116066242138370777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/116066242138370777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-i-am-getting-more-and-more-jaded.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-115994007582198709</id><published>2006-10-04T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:37:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The preparation for my 21st birthday party is on going. Or should I say, its pretty non existent for the moment. Apart from sending out invitations to my friends, I have done nothing much except cake hunting which I am in charge of. For me, it has never been a question of what cake, but where to get it from. Chocolate cake is a must of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get from The Pattisier and Choc-a-bloc, but the prices are beyond my budget though the cakes looks so tempting and beautiful. And I have finally settled on a cake from Panaderia. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/04102006152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/320/04102006152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty affordable and it's delicious. Quite simply a chocoholics dream, with several layers of chocolate sponge sandwiched with a layer of hazelnut crunch, chocolate mousse and topped with delicious ganache. My only problem would be the mess when I cut the cake cos of the hazelnut crunch which is quite unwielding to the folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mostly invited my care group friends, kaetna and close jc friends. And my family of course. For friends whom I didnt invite, I am really sorry, I am trying to keep it small. And for those I did invite, do go check your mailbox and rsvp to me as soon as possible. I need to know the numbers so I can prepare the food and also decide on the size of the cake. Just to tempt, apart from delicious homecooked food from my mum and my aunts, I would also be preparing some desserts. And my aunt is contributing her durian cream puffs which I do proclaim is the best in Singapore and some say JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/1600/Incanto_Charms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/610/200/Incanto_Charms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and so many people have asked me what I want as a present. But I am too shy to say leh...hahah. Normally the standard for girls would be perfumes, bags, accessories etc. I seriously don't mind all these lah. (hint hint, but I do like Anna Sui's Dolly girl on the beach and also Incanto Charms by Ferragamo, the bottle is so pretty). Hmm..a good cookbook for desserts would be good too. If you really can't think of anything, a good box of chocolate would do too, the none supermarket kind hor..hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-115994007582198709?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/115994007582198709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=115994007582198709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/115994007582198709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/115994007582198709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/preparation-for-my-21st-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759268.post-115987901293990449</id><published>2006-10-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:39:11.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The newly revamped basement of great world city is simply awesome. For one, the cold storage now sports a sleeker look with more added stuff for people like me who got nothing better to do than to go grocery shopping. And my favourite bakery(next favourite cos Provence is my favourite) - Panaderia is now open. I was so excited when I saw that, now I don't have to go all the way to raffles city or orchard to eat bread. And I can like eat scones everyday again..hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also Polars, come the sugar rolls and curry puff, some milk bar thingy, Old Chang Kee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that made me most happy was when I saw Island Creamery. I gave a mega gasp and was all excited. That means no more travelling all the way to Serene Centre when I can practically have it at my doorstep. But I guess half the fun of eating is to travel there and eat it. But for people who don't know, they have really awesome ice-cream at the very affordable price of $2.50 per scoop. Flavours like Horlicks and Teh tarik is a must try and my new favourite- apple pie. Its a really creamy ice-cream with bits of apple, graham biscuits and cinammon. Other flavours include Pulot hitam, Nutella, burnt caramel and many more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...great world city is becoming a foodie heaven for me. Not good when you are trying to lose weight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8759268-115987901293990449?l=happytressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/feeds/115987901293990449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8759268&amp;postID=115987901293990449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/115987901293990449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8759268/posts/default/115987901293990449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happytressa.blogspot.com/2006/10/newly-revamped-basement-of-great-world.html' title=''/><author><name>TreSSa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
