tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171298402009-07-16T15:05:18.959+08:00www.christinetjia.com= All is well in my world == Christine =noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-65764838319292806222009-06-13T13:33:00.001+08:002009-06-14T01:38:53.300+08:00Old habits die hard - NOT!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/Si-a_Q0XTNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ohy6zJNG2Rc/s1600-h/elephant_HB04_200_151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/Si-a_Q0XTNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ohy6zJNG2Rc/s320/elephant_HB04_200_151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345661694349102290" border="0" /></a>If a young elephant is under captive, there will be a shackle around the leg chained to a tree so that it will not escape. Since it is still young, it doesn't hv the energy to pull the whole tree over. After repeated tries, it realized its efforts are useless. It finally gave up and stop struggling.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Now the strange thing is if the elephant is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">fully grown</span> and it is chained to something smaller like a stick, it will still NOT escape. Not because it doesn't have the energy to but because it still thinks itself is being chained to an unmovable tree (yep, simple as that!).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In life, do you hv a “shackle” of some kind around your leg? What is it that holds you back from experiencing the freedom and liberty in life? </span><br /><br />If you become comfortable with your captivity, you may be just like an elephant that was trained to believe it could not break free.<br /><br />If you think even harder, there might be more than one shackles around yr leg. For yours truly here, I hv realized there are indeed more than one around mine. One of it is the fear of knives. Since young, cutters and knives are my <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">ultimate</span> </span>weaknesses! Even a plastic McDonald knife, I wouldn't dare to run my finger tips across the ridges (yes, I'm not kidding!). Not something to be proud of, especially if you are teased by your friends all the way from primary school to colleagues at work, haha!<br /><br />And this is why, here goes my deepest gratitude to my HK fren, who not only taught me but run through countless practices with me on this phobia. He had put so much thoughts and efforts with crazy and silly analogies (this elephant is one of it!) to help me overcome and finally, I did - I now proudly proclaimed that this fear has past by me.<br /><br />I can now soap and wash a knife without feeling that chill down the back of my spine. I can now cut veggies without thinking that my fingers are soon on the floor. I can now handle cutters confidently without staring at it seriously to see if the blades are falling off any sooner. And all these, I'm not exaggerating, my friends!<br /><br />I feel so free and liberated from - the fear of knives, the habits of asking others for help and the addictions of looking for scissors as substitutes (haha!). For most of the time, old habits die hard. But with a lot of work and patience (thank you again!), changes are easily accomplished. Your old self is gone, you feel alive again and freedom is at last within your reach!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - http://www.dollsofindia.com/dollsofindiaimages/handicrafts/elephant_HB04_200_151.jpg<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-6576483831929280622?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-7749440991077499862009-05-25T23:48:00.003+08:002009-05-26T00:01:05.726+08:00= All These =<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/ShrAO9Eu5VI/AAAAAAAAAns/ckuizF7kXcM/s1600-h/escape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/ShrAO9Eu5VI/AAAAAAAAAns/ckuizF7kXcM/s320/escape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339791671346259282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Plans flourished with details<br />Preparations in all aspects<br />Expectation to the full<br />Execution till the end<br />All these, I love <br /><br />Life - full of surprises<br />Uncertainties ahead<br />Realities really hurt<br />The naked truth actually bites<br />All these, I learn<br /><br />Changes do not leave<br />Confusion still exists<br />Decisions needs to be made<br />Head against heart<br />All these, I face<br /><br />Rumors always stick<br />Gossips multiplies<br />Lies within words<br />Sarcasms between lines<br />All these, I see<br /><br />Wisdom in speech<br />Courage in actions<br />Submission to the sovereign plan<br />Walking the truthful way<br />All these, I seek<br /><br />Stand firm in the word<br />Resist the temptation<br />Persevere in the race<br />Run till the end<br />All these, I can only pray<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NicAbTLnnPI/Sa2246CQJqI/AAAAAAAABEw/YHF7KzKSC8c/s400/escape.jpg</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-774944099107749986?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-46547696341689209382009-04-19T22:05:00.003+08:002009-04-19T22:33:00.532+08:00There must be more to life than this<div style="text-align: justify;">This song was made by Freddie Mercury (the late lead singer of Queen) and Michael Jackson in the early 80's. Makes you pause for a moment in our busy schedule and reflect life on this ...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdPb1Xw_qvI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdPb1Xw_qvI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />There must be more to life than this<br />There must be more to life than this<br />How do we cope in a world without love<br />Mending all those broken hearts<br />And tending to those crying faces<br /><br />There must be more to life than living<br />A better way for us to survive<br />Why should it be just a case of black or white<br />There must be more to life than this<br /><br />Why is this world so full of hate<br />People dying everywhere<br />And we destroy what we create<br />People fighting for their human rights<br />But we just go on saying c'est la vie<br />So this is life<br /><br />There must be more to life than killing<br />There must be more than meets the eye<br />What good is life, if in the end we all must die<br />There must be more to life than this<br /><br />There must be more to life than killing<br />There must be more to life than this<br />I live in hope for a world filled with love<br />Then we can all just live in peace<br /><br />There must be more to life, much more to life<br />There must be more to life, more to life than this</div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdPb1Xw_qvI"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-4654769634168920938?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-45331543360809543032009-03-01T23:48:00.005+08:002009-03-01T23:59:13.314+08:00Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SaqwuSejg0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/G9IvQPlr8aw/s1600-h/Long_Path_by_Aiae.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SaqwuSejg0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/G9IvQPlr8aw/s320/Long_Path_by_Aiae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249420090016578" border="0" /></a>Life is simple.<br />Expect less and you will be happier,<br />Love more and you will be more vulnerable.<br /><br />Is it really so hard to understand?<br />Has it been about right or wrong?<br />Always win or lose?<br /><br />Life is really simple if you allow it,<br />that is, if you want it to be.<br />Because life has always been about the choices that you and only you make.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Pic - http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SusMq-Lwys/Rmv5AQPAxfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AZCiOiz5a0c/s400/Long_Path_by_Aiae.jpg</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-4533154336080954303?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-43685696411537155582009-02-22T22:15:00.000+08:002009-02-22T23:17:30.602+08:00Toilet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SaFpZRdGHFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Qss64n1z3bQ/s1600-h/toilet1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SaFpZRdGHFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Qss64n1z3bQ/s320/toilet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305637718922239058" border="0" /></a>Hv been in HK for a week now.<br /><br />The first thing I miss from Singapore is the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">TOILET</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span>!!!<br /><br />Everytime I go to public toilet here, I will be coughing (due to the bad smell) as I unbutton. And by the time I do the job, I would be tearing (due to the excessive coughing and almost vomit kinda cough) and I would be coming out as if I just watch some tragedy from the toilet.<br /><br />My Mom would be laughing when she saw me. Argh... who knows peeing can be such a painful experience?<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Pic - http://www.tempe.gov/conservation/images/toilet1.jpg</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-4368569641153715558?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-7015573779499372322008-07-22T19:23:00.002+08:002008-07-27T19:29:42.104+08:00LifeThe stereo type of how life should be ...<br /><a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f169/christinetjia/image001.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f169/christinetjia/image001.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-701557377949937232?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-31561834304006635052008-07-19T23:59:00.000+08:002008-07-27T19:18:22.500+08:00II Cielo che Danza (The Dancing Sky) by Compagnia di Valerio Festi<div align="justify"><em>Venue: <a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/">National Museum of Singapore</a> (Stamford Garden) and <a href="http://www.smu.edu.sg/">Singapore Management University </a>(Campus Green)<br /><br />Organized by: <a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/">National Museum of Singapore</a><br /><br />In collaboration with: <a href="http://www.iic.org.sg/">Italian Cultural Institute</a></em><br /><br />It's museum's first ever Night Festival by the world famous Compagnia di Valerio Festi from Italy. Well known for their extra ordinary and large scale outdoor performances. It set to dazzle and enthral audiences with <em>The Dancing Sky</em>, featuring aerial performances such as, angelic dancers appear from the heavens suspended by floating hand-painted spheres, a grand piano and huge flying sailship soaring through the air high up in the sky under the artificial rain (<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">My fave!</span></strong>).<br /><br />Dreamlike princesses fly high the audience with exquisite music and lighting. It is not only dazzling but also makes you feel like you are in fantasy land. Not to mention the spectacular dances with contrasting elements - fire and water (<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">my another fave!</span></strong>).<br /><br />Set againsst the beautiful facade of the museum, this extraordinary extravaganza transforms the venue into a surreal and magical playground with color and beauty.<br /><br />As a picture is worth a thousand words, blw are some of the excellent photos and videos. Thanks to the talented photographers and video camera men, who came to the show!<br /><br />I found this site, where the photos seems to be <strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">free of "special effects"</span></strong> that are so common in this age of digital imaging.<br /><br /><em>http://www.pbase.com/tngjh/singapore_national_museum_night_festival</em><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yb1ARphxhA&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">My fave !!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKF9jrzncCo&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"></embed><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w11UgCzh-VQ&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB3tMJSy5e4&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>My another fave !!!!</strong> </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I can't find any better videos, though!<br /></span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpFfW4eV5og&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"></embed><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFRaDSSsMZg&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-3156183430400663505?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-54991796250533075902008-07-19T22:24:00.011+08:002008-07-27T17:56:20.704+08:00Myriad - presented by Ivory Keys, SMU Singapore<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIrB1j80nPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HoMqSF1FBOQ/s1600-h/Myriad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227203443444456690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIrB1j80nPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HoMqSF1FBOQ/s320/Myriad.jpg" border="0" /></a>Went to <a href="http://www.smu.edu.sg/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SMU</span> </a><a href="http://www.acf.sg/index.php?view=category&id=42%3Amusic-a-sound&option=com_content&Itemid=54">Ivory Keys' </a>first debut piano concert, Myriad. It is their first public showcase of their musicians and one of them is our friend - <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yuliana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hendarto</span>.<br /></em><br />The performances featuring repertoire ranging from four-hand to solo piano works. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yuli</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">performing</span> <a href="http://www.musicroom.com/se/ID_No/063346/details.html">Benjamin Britten's "Nocturne" from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Sonitina</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Romantica</span></a>.<br /><br />Although I'm not a music expert but this piece has both character and charm. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yuli</span> doesn't look nervous at all. She was real steady and played it beautifully. Not to mention how her earring sparkles under the spotlight. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Hehe</span>.<br /><br />I especially luv the emcee of the night. She's so fluent and entertaining, even when she made mistakes, she managed to save it with a joke. Whoever she is, I can see a bright future in the industry. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-5499179625053307590?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-17106780244989946422008-07-17T23:57:00.017+08:002008-07-26T14:31:18.316+08:00Ristorante Bologna - Lazio 14th - 19th July 2008<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SISu-pECh3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/eKVOnNtqdGY/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225493858854537074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SISu-pECh3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/eKVOnNtqdGY/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Found this <a href="http://www.marina-mandarin.com.sg/dining/ristorante_bologna.htm">restaurant </a>over an ad in the newspaper.<br /><br />Usually, this didn't attract me so much but their <a href="http://zmail.zebrainteractive.com/em/message/email/view.php?id=6055&u=180">gastronomic tour </a>of Italian cuisine (May 08 - Oct 08) from regions such as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Campania</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lazio</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Liguria</span>, Emilia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Romagna</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Umbria</span> is so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">irresistable</span>.<br /><br />First all of all, once I stepped into <a href="http://www.marina-mandarin.com.sg/index.htm">Marina Mandarin</a>, their customer services is thumbs up! Very friendly, very helpful.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Even though</span> the interior design is not exactly the most sophisticated or elegant in town but I like the fact that its restaurants and lounges are located in the middle of the hotel where it's visible even from the high floors (because the centre of the building is hollow).<br /><br />You can easily stand on the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span> floor and looked down at the musicians with the soothing music lingering in the air. I luv the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ambiance</span> and what I luv most is that the lounge is at the open air, inside the building, with no smoke and relatively less crowd. Definitely a good place to catch up and hang out.<br /><br />Talented <em><strong>Chef Patron Carlo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Marengoni</span></strong></em> presents a signature Italian favourites, made with that special homespun goodness.<br /><br />Home to the capital city Rome, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Lazio's</span> famous culinary fare is prepared without elaborate trimmings and costly ingredients.<br /><br />The appetiser that we had was <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>divine</strong></span>. It's simply toasted bread with melted <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mozzarella</span> cheese and anchovy sauce at the center. Sounds simple and yet, taste so rich.<br /><br />For <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">main course</span>, I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Bucatini</span> all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Amatriciana</span> pasta with bacon, onions and fresh tomato sauce, which is known as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Lazio</span> specialties. This is the first time I had pasta itself <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">out wins</span> the sauce. The pasta is so fresh and is so "bouncy". Even <a href="http://www.christinetjia.com/2005/10/zebra.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Bukudu</span></a>, who didn't fancy pasta kept stealing it.<br /><br />Oh, just to add it even more interesting, did I mention that this Italian gastronomic tour provides you a passport which gives you a stamp whenever you dine from each region?<br />0<br />Doesn't that just <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>add more reality</strong></span> to my manifestation for my Italy trip? =)<br /><br />By the end of the dinner, I had decided to frequent this place. Nice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ambiance</span>, excellent services at a surprisingly reasonable price.<br /><br />Cant wait for the next destination - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Liguria</span> 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">th</span> - 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">th</span> August 2008. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIhVpdzlo1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/65_H1HP4yhw/s1600-h/Passport+2.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.marina-mandarin.com.sg/index.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.marina-mandarin.com.sg/index.htm</span></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq46j7-uhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HzQtFbkZPHM/s1600-h/Passport+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227193633735621138" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq45xV7-AI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uXH-bymxHg0/s320/Passport+3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq46JquzAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MSI5BGLaU18/s1600-h/Passport+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227193626683952130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq46JquzAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MSI5BGLaU18/s320/Passport+4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq46VXZptI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZXTEJblEUH0/s1600-h/Passport+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227193629824100050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq46VXZptI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZXTEJblEUH0/s320/Passport+5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SIq46JquzAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MSI5BGLaU18/s1600-h/Passport+4.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-1710678024498994642?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-43944459145102608262008-07-16T22:08:00.008+08:002008-07-21T22:18:20.345+08:00Hellboy II<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.hellboymovie.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225453044295312114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SISJ26-0ovI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rDYef8VMD-A/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Well, the title isn't exactly holy but surprisingly, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hellboy</span> himself is not the villain. In fact, he's the good guy - kitten loving hero, romantic overgrown kid who tried to stop evil and its master plans.<br /><br />I watched <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hellboy</span> I and I almost fell asleep. But the graphics of <a href="http://www.hellboymovie.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hellboy</span> II: The Golden Army</a> is much, <b>much </b>better - far beyond breathtaking fantasy.<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">farnie</span> part is where <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellboy"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hellboy</span> </a>and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abe_Sapien">Abe </a>sang to Barry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Manilow</span> love songs, "Can't Smile Without You." The picture can't be more wrong but at the same time cracks you up.<br /><br />This movie does <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hv</span> its own personality!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/hellboy2poster2.jpg</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-4394445914510260826?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-16659145661476861982008-07-15T22:50:00.000+08:002008-07-18T23:03:45.340+08:00Freaking 10 years !!!<div align="justify">Forwarded by a friend in email yesterday.<br /><br />I believe any human has the capability to do it but does anyone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hv</span> the patience and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">perseverance</span> for not only a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mth</span> or a year but <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>freaking 10 years</em></strong></span>?<br /><br />============================================================================<br /><br /><em>This is a true story that happened in Japan .<br /><br />In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan breaks open the wall.<br /><br />Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls.<br />When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there<br />because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this,<br />feels pity, and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it<br />was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.<br /><br />What happened?<br /><br />The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years! In a dark wall<br />partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind-boggling.<br />Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years!<br />without moving a single step--since its foot was nailed!<br /><br />So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it has been doing, and<br />what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came,<br />appears another lizard, with food in its mouth. Ah! He was stunned and<br />touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck by nail, another lizard has<br />been feeding it for the past 10 years...<br /><br />It has been doing that untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope<br />on its partner.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-1665914566147686198?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-28537654598559038402008-07-13T15:47:00.002+08:002008-07-13T15:50:25.520+08:00P.OshFound the best brownies in town!!! <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">*Slurp, slurp*</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">= Milk E. Choc (milk cream) =</span></strong><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHjcm27PZCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vFaI5rkmlE0/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222166328073217058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHjcm27PZCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vFaI5rkmlE0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Melts in your mouth. It tastes as good as it looks - smooth and silky!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>= Trip Earle C. (dark, milk, and white chocolate) =</strong></span></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHjdrBULMFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5Vgp9mvmZd4/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222167499093258322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHjdrBULMFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5Vgp9mvmZd4/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /></a>3 kinds of chocolates twist together. My favourite, mamamia!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>= Wal Nutt B. (triple chocolate on walnuts) =</strong></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHjdwoefDMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ySJE4LpWMNc/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222167595504831682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHjdwoefDMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ySJE4LpWMNc/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Comme Ci, Comme Ça</em><br /><br /><br />I'd prefer it with hazel nut or macademia nut, though!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>= Address =<br /></strong>11 Orchard Road<br />#B1-40 Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-2853765459855903840?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-8908624965276864062008-07-12T22:41:00.004+08:002008-07-12T22:51:33.350+08:00Elements Spa<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.elements.com.sg/lang/en/index.php"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222083352049720914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHiRJBJnnlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NhO7TazBYCs/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Have been looking forward to the massage session today with <a href="http://frothe-coffee.blogspot.com/">Panci </a>all week long! With the long hours infront of computer,<em> <span style="color:#ff9900;">my shoulders felt as stiff as a board</span></em> and <em><span style="color:#ff9900;">my neck as brittle as glass</span></em>, which is why Cen, my masseuse offered to step on it.<br /><br />The minute her fingers starting to work her magic down my body in the deep tissue massage, you can hear the relief from my muscles down the corridor metaphorically speaking. I luv her strong fingers and the gentle but firm stroking movements gliding from centre back to the sides of the shoulder. You can feel the oil dispersing and soothing at the same time. I especially love the thumb pressures on the muscles.<br /><br />Eventhough her skills are excellent, she wasn't very gentle after she massage each part of my body. She tends to just "<strong><em>dump</em></strong>" or even "<strong><em>throw</em></strong>" my body back to the board, which awaken me each and everytime she does. It makes me feel like I'm just a lump of meat to her but then again, as her fingers play the melody again, I doze off into relaxation and sleep in no time.<br /><br />Oh, Thanks to Bukudu, who refused (no matter what!) to give me any moisturiser, mainly because, I quote, <strong><em>"Your surface area is too big!"</em></strong>. It keep coming to my mind whenever I go for a massage. !@#$%^!@#<br /><br />But regardless of all the massages I had been to, I miss Vivian Lo's knuckling and rippling of her fingers (or is it hands?) down my spine, it's so divine!<br /><br />Girl, where hv you been ???<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pics - http://www.elements.com.sg</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-890862496527686406?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-3992819283675246042008-07-09T23:45:00.002+08:002008-07-12T19:02:30.122+08:00Jojo's Fashion Show<a href="http://www.iwin.com/games/jojos-fashion-show"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221807512499234594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHeWRCv7pyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BZCEaD6w7og/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /></a>On one fine day, I stumbled over this <a href="http://www.blogger.com/Pics%20-%20http://www.iwin.com/games/jojos-fashion-show">game </a>on the web.<br />I love it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ever since</span> - for the countless of possibilities in mix and match outfits, from top to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bottom</span> with accessory.<br /><div align="justify"><br />Not that I have a lot of free time on my plate but whenever I do at times, I will look for this game from time to time. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">therapeutic</span>. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">It may sound dumb to some but I love the colors, the patterns, the countless and different styles that this game flashes. It's literally a fashion show from your computer. The only difference is that the designer is not <a href="http://www.infomat.com/whoswho/gianniversace.html">Gianni <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Versace</span></a> and the fashion stylist is not <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Zoe">Rachel Zoe </a>- but it is you yourself. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pics - </span><a href="http://www.iwin.com/games/jojos-fashion-show"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.iwin.com/games/jojos-fashion-show</span></a><br /></div><a href="http://www.iwin.com/games/jojos-fashion-show"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222080436263112898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHiOfS_60MI/AAAAAAAAAZk/K3LN6T7JJtE/s320/jojos_fashion_show_preview_col2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.iwin.com/games/jojos-fashion-show"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221811447404953506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHeZ2Faj_6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/zJsOCTTGn-k/s320/2.JPG" width="260" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-399281928367524604?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-61635444047435491732008-07-06T23:24:00.003+08:002008-07-09T22:04:11.963+08:00This world is not fair<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHTDuQmp9TI/AAAAAAAAAY0/P_veiCdS_jo/s1600-h/Globe.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221013067527746866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHTDuQmp9TI/AAAAAAAAAY0/P_veiCdS_jo/s320/Globe.png" width="173" border="0" /></a> <div>A friend sms-ed me this morning:<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><strong><em>"This world is not fair and it never will be.<br /><br />Expecting the world to treat you fairly just because u are a good person is like expecting the lion not to attack you just because you are a vegetarian."</em></strong><br /></span><br />Whoa! What a way to greet mornings, eh? But then again, you hv to agree there is some truth in it, eh?</div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - </span><a href="http://api.ning.com/files/INplmvfuLEcn0baRTpee5-yqSjV0tXn3F7jqrGgO5Ck_/Globe.png"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://api.ning.com/files/INplmvfuLEcn0baRTpee5-yqSjV0tXn3F7jqrGgO5Ck_/Globe.png</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-6163544404743549173?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-59335231370051291832008-07-01T23:23:00.000+08:002008-07-13T18:54:23.335+08:00My Passion<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHeQNbiJUMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7oc3rsx-D8g/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221800853363052738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHeQNbiJUMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7oc3rsx-D8g/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a>I have always love fashion for as long as I can remember.<br /><br />Perhaps, it's under the influence of both my parents working in the apparel industry. I started to help them out during high school and since then, this interest have anchored deep inside me.<br /><br />I majored in Finanace & International Business. May be because I didn't really fancy the subjects, I struggle hard through but managed to graduate without failing any subjects. Phew! I can still remember the late nights with cups and cups of coffee being my companion.<br /><br />Since then, my life hv been in the fashion industry - apparel to be exact. Despite of the long hours and the hectic work, my passion is still there. That said, it doesn't mean my career journey has been a bed of roses. It has its good times where I feel I was on top of the world but it also it has its bad days, where I was so frustrated that I wanna pull all of my hair out literally.<br /><br />Nevertheless, I still <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">luv</span></strong> what I do. <a href="http://www.cameronfan.com/">Cameron Diaz</a> summarized it well in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1033643/">What Happens in Vegas</a>,<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">" I'd rather do nothing and be happy than do something I don't love."</span></em></strong><br /><br />I hope all of you out there are happy with what you are doing. 'coz if not, you hv some thinking to do. <strong>You owe yourself to that!<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pics - Snap shots from Jojo's Fashion Show game </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-5933523137005129183?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-13698015477578671252008-06-29T23:15:00.005+08:002008-07-02T22:28:33.025+08:00Heart to Heart <div align="justify"><a href="http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420437810280754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SGuNvWRR-TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/anHLJQcd__s/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Today, I hv witness another side of the society. A side that I had seen and heard in news and movies but never in person.<br /><br />It deepens my gratitude to His provision of my life and what I currently hv and had. It reminds me of how fortunate I am and how cruel the world and life can be at times.<br /><br />Few weeks ago, the <a href="http://www.christinetjia.com/2005/10/zebra.html">Zebra </a>received a n<a href="http://www.vegetarian-society.org/?q=node/734">ewsletter</a> from <a href="http://www.vegetarian-society.org/">Vegetarian Society Singapore</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/AboutFounder.htm"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421633834802642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SGuO09zv3dI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ar5Iz4We0fE/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /></a>One of the article features <a href="http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/AboutFounder.htm">Teresa Hsu </a>- <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">110</span></strong> years old vegetarian and is well known as "Singapore's Mother Teresa", according to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teresa_hsu">Wikipedia</a>. Her life is not only colorful but also touching to the heart. She is also the founder of <a href="http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/index.html">Heart to Heart</a>, a non profit organization who support the underprivileged individuals through money and food.<br /><br />It was my first time doing volunteer work in Singapore. Woke up real early in the morning, can't help but feel the excitement in me. When we reached, we were confused by all of the addresses that they were announcing, one after the other. Not knowing what to do, we asked around and found ourselves split into two groups and tagged onto the regulars.<br /><br />Basically, the voluteer work is help and distribute basic necessities like food and drinks to some of the families. Our first stop is this 89 yrs old lady, who lived alone in a studio apartment. There was no TV, no fridge, no air con or even a fan. There were only paper and stacks of carton boxes. The air was stuffy, the floor was sticky and the room was messy. It shocks me initially but it brought me down to humility when I learnt that the joints in her arm limits her movement and her health is weakening with age. She can't work which is why those carton boxes are her only income. With such age and living condition, I was surprised and disgusted when told that anyonewould rob her at her home and by a grown man!!!<br /><br />Our second location was just around the block, a 92 old lady, who also lived alone. It pains my heart to hear that it's not because she doesn't hv any family or relative but it's the younger generation that chose to not live with her. They visit occassionally and usually in festives.<br /><br />From conversing with these two ladies, I realized that the tone of their voices are depressed. They often sigh and stare into space. They hv given up family, money and life. They struggle to live each and every day but yet they are ready if their life is taken away. My eyes grow watery and a lump came to my throat when I heard their stories. Fighting my tears, I hold them back. I can't imagine how worse they would feel if they already pity themselves and some youngsters visited them and cry.<br /><br />Going down the stairs, we found a young boy sitting by the stairs playing broken trucks. But he was not playing. Instead, he was holding a hand tool, trying to crushed a tiny cockcroack, who was already lying on its back on the floor. You can tell that it was still alive, as those legs moved vigorously. Staring in disbelief, I asked myself, <em>"What has this world become to?"</em><br /><br />I left wondering what the future behold for me in my golden years. Will I be like the old ladies? If I hv kids, will my kids be like that boy by the staircase?<br /><br />I don't know. And I don't wanna know. It's too scary to imagine but it's not too crazy to think. I tell myself that no matter what happen, I <strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">will not allow</span> </strong>and <strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">will not tolerate</span> </strong>my parents to go through that. I will do all I can in my willpower to ensure of that.<br /><br />By the end of the day, I was still shaken by the experience and the reality. And I believe I will be in the next few days. These ladies hv been in my prayers eversince. This experience keeps me <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">in check with reality</span></strong>. May be some of you out there believe that there are biggers things in life that would remind you and defines who you are. I do not doubt that. But in <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">addition</span> </strong>to that, let's not be too comfortable in our zone and too rigid in helping those from certain group or category only. There is nothing wrong in helping those outside our circle.<br /><br />I thank <a href="http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/index.html">Heart to Heart</a> for opening my eyes and showing me the other side of the world that I hv not seen. I hv been so comfortable in my zone that I sometimes forget there are those who are less unfortunate than me.<br /><br />Pls don't make the same mistake as me. I urge you to help those that you are able to and in yr reach. We don't own what we hv. What we hv is generously given with mercy by Him.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pics - </span><a href="http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/index.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.hearttoheartservice.org/index.html</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-1369801547757867125?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-8073024244408944662008-06-28T22:28:00.001+08:002008-07-08T23:08:05.174+08:00Seriously Hossan <a href="http://www.miyagi.sg/hossan/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432238599608130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SGuYePotF0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/sNWxT7Jw30I/s320/3..gif" border="0" /></a>Another <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">fantastic</span></strong> performance from Hossan Leong!!!<br /><br />Although this time it's more personal and less joke (which is called <a href="http://www.miyagi.sg/hossan/2008/06/07/back-at-the-esplanade/">Seriously Hossan</a>), it is still as highly entertaining as all of his previous shows. <em><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Seriously</span></strong>. </em><br /><br />He sang the songs that are meaningful to his since he is young. He brought back those oldies that it makes me re-live my own oldies from the 80's.<br /><br />One particular song that I fell in love at first sound is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZOyQzGAC2w">There's A Fine Fine Line</a> by <a href="http://www.avenueq.com/">Avenue Q</a>. Each and every line is very catchy and very meaningful. It makes you go "huh?" initially but nodding in agreement later after thinking. Thanks to Hossan I know this song!!!<br /><br />There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;<br />There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;<br />And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.<br /><br /><strong>= There's A Fine Fine Line =<br /></strong><br /><em>There's a fine, fine line between love<br />And a waste of time.<br /><br />There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;<br />And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."<br />I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,<br />But there's a fine, fine line between love<br />And a waste of your time.<br /><br />And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.<br />I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.<br />For my own sanity, I've got to close the door<br />And walk away...<br />Oh...<br /><br />There's a fine, fine line between together and not<br />And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.<br />You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...<br /><br />There's a fine, fine line between love<br />And a waste of time.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pics - http://www.hossanleong.com/</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-807302424440894466?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-19311459588465712862008-06-03T22:15:00.001+08:002008-07-02T23:31:20.834+08:00Love is like ...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SGuebmngfTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LEaGpgWvB58/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438790298762546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SGuebmngfTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LEaGpgWvB58/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /></a>Hmmm .....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - Forwarded from emails</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-1931145958846571286?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-41375102585156268432008-05-28T17:34:00.005+08:002008-07-02T20:43:54.686+08:00Java Kitchen <a href="http://javakitchenresto.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205360548036327794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SD0n1tmJuXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/MTCZemO1Lvc/s320/logo_java_web.jpg" border="0" /></a>Introduced by Erny, my Indonesian neighbour at work. She sure has great taste in food. It's one of the most authentic Indo food I hv tried in Singapore! Slightly on the pricey side comparing to its competitors in Lucky Plaza but it sure is worth every penny!<br /><br />Efficient service, friendly staff. I left my lovely, lovely umbrella at the restaurant. After realizing it few days later (Yes, I know it's too long), it's still kept and in one piece (Thank God!).<br /><br />The <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymU2Oa-uVuA/R0etprJutyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uA1S_kwhOcc/s1600-h/tablemenu1.jpg"><em>Nasi Kuning</em></a> and <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymU2Oa-uVuA/R0etprJutyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uA1S_kwhOcc/s1600-h/tablemenu1.jpg"><em>Nasi Rames</em></a> are a must try! The spices will be dancing on yr tongue and you will be begging for more!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pics - http://javakitchenresto.blogspot.com/ </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-4137510258515626843?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-88166978646067504972008-05-22T17:21:00.004+08:002008-05-28T17:23:26.250+08:00The Reluctant Dragon & The Wind in the Willows<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SD0X0tmJuWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/glX9qiuk6XU/s1600-h/1-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205342938670414178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SD0X0tmJuWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/glX9qiuk6XU/s320/1-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>The Reluctant Dragon and The Wind in the Willows<br />By Kenneth Grahame, music by John Rutter<br />Presented by Singapore Lyric Opera<br />22-24 May at Victoria Theatre, Singapore</strong><br /><br />The performance was first staged at Esplanade in August 2007 with all 6 performances sold out!<br /><br />A very different kind of opera from those that I hv been watching, mainly because it's a children's opera - appeals to the young and the young at heart.<br /><br />The Reluctant Dragon is a story about friendship with people different from ourselves. The Wind in the Willows is a cautionary tale about the dangers of materialism and what it means to be truly happy.<br /><br />It's funny to see the Singapore Lyric Opera's (SLO) Children Choir rush in and out of the stage with props that's looks similar from IKEA. But I'm amazed that how they can turn one simple prop to something useful at the other scene.<br /><br />But I hv to say, there are really some great talents there, especially the soloist from Lasalle College of the Arts - Christopher Benjamin, who acted as the Dragon in The Reluctant Dragon and as Toad in The Wind in the Willows.<br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://www.christinetjia.com/2005/10/zebra.html">Bukudu</a>, who hv won the tickets from Kinokuniya!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - http://www.singaporesights.com/entertainment/entertainment/reluctant-dragon-wind-willows-2</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-8816697864606750497?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-8335114636030701762008-05-02T23:15:00.007+08:002008-05-03T13:46:23.100+08:00Name Your Porsche<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SBv7VKW3J9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-uYiNBTZOcI/s1600-h/name+yr+porsche.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196022936078067666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SBv7VKW3J9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-uYiNBTZOcI/s320/name+yr+porsche.JPG" border="0" /></a>I was totally <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>awed</strong></span> when I found out that you can name yr own Porsche!!! Of course, at a price.<br /><br /><p align="justify">€ 375 or $ 600 for 5 letters in the original colours - grey or black. Extra letters cost € 50 or $ 80 each. A chrome or gold name or text costs an additional € 75 or $ 120. </p><p align="justify">The text can be a name or just simply anything you want. It will be in the same font and can be made for all 911 models - Cayenne - Boxster and Cayman. It can be ordered online and sent via UPS withint 30 days.</p><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.porsche.com/usa/"></a><a href="http://www.porsche.com/usa/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196023451474143202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SBv7zKW3J-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/NGfehxTRKuw/s320/name+yr+porsche.JPG" border="0" /></a>I’ll be ordering one that says “Christine Tjia” for my Macademia Metallic Porsche Boxter S. </div><br /><p align="justify">Well, I would if I owned one!</p><br /><br /><p align="justify">I guess, with money, anything is possible, eh?</p><div align="justify"></div><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic 1 - </span><a href="http://www.nameyourporsche.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.nameyourporsche.com/</span></a> </p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic 2 - </span><a href="http://www.porsche.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.porsche.com/</span></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-833511463603070176?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-85930238198349544632007-11-18T23:55:00.002+08:002008-07-08T23:39:35.520+08:00Karma Kettle & Rhapsody<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHOI1B5m_YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ro-vjiok8bo/s1600-h/Karma+Kettle+12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220666837677047170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/SHOI1B5m_YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ro-vjiok8bo/s320/Karma+Kettle+12.jpg" border="0" /></a> Magnificient food and the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>best, friendliest and most genuine service</em></span></strong> I ever see! If you ever go there, you should check out Ruby, one of the waitress there. Regardless of how busy she is, she will open the door for her customers when they come in and when they leave. Even if she is juggling with plates and glasses, she will definitely make an effort to. It is Karma Kettle's privilege to have her on their team!!!<br /><br />Although some of the decor is a bit country but it's heart warming and cozy. Makes you feel at ease and settled down. It's one of those place that you can hang out and chit chat for hours. I especially luv those hand drawn paintings on the walls. You can still see the pencil lines on it.<br /><br />Their <span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>chai latte</strong></span> is thumbs up! Any table that has it will make the whole room so fragrant and makes you want to order one too, hehe!<br /><br />It's one of my favourite restaurant!<br /><br /><strong>= Address =</strong><br />#01-01A<br />Cluny Court<br />501 Bukit Timah Road<br />Tel: 6314 3483<br />Opening hours: Mon to Fri 11am to 10pm<br />Sat and Sun 10am to 9pm<br /><br />Pics - http://thebakerwhocooks.blogspot.com/2007/10/karma-kettle-rhapsody.html<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-8593023819834954463?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-58065062727145702792007-11-15T23:01:00.000+08:002007-11-18T23:46:39.618+08:00Lion for Lambs<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.lionsforlambsmovie.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134204162648435794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0Bbe9b97FI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iyuTvmd6Gvc/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is one movie that has a lot of words, which is why you hv to be fully attentive coz if you are not, you would hv missed out a lot on the movie.<br /><br />Slightly heavy for an after-work movie but definitely much better than <a href="http://www.christinetjia.com/2007/11/rendition.html">Rendition </a>nonetheles. <strong>Again</strong>, <a href="http://www.merylstreeponline.net/">Meryl Streep</a>'s active is <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>flawless</strong></span>!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic - http://www.lionsforlambsmovie.com/</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-5806506272714570279?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17129840.post-58962699600398291042007-11-13T21:14:00.000+08:002007-11-18T22:37:20.791+08:00Closure of Orchard Library<div><div><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0A8Odb963I/AAAAAAAAAVo/f8rOdz-xHao/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134169794320132978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0A8Odb963I/AAAAAAAAAVo/f8rOdz-xHao/s320/untitled.JPG" width="253" border="0" /></a>Being a <a href="http://www.christinetjia.com/2007/10/citizen-reporters-library-orchard.html">Citizen Reporter</a>, went to the library to snap some shots.<br /><br />With the closure of the library, suddenly there are a lot of decorations and messages left by the public - a way of expressing their joy and sorrow for the closure of Orchard Library.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0A_gtb964I/AAAAAAAAAVw/SA8dzxrnSy0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134173406387628930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0A_gtb964I/AAAAAAAAAVw/SA8dzxrnSy0/s320/untitled.JPG" width="228" border="0" /></a>I specially luv the <a href="http://blogs.nlb.gov.sg/orchard/librarian-says/wish-you-were-here-part-1/">Dreamwall </a>project that happened on the weekend of the Orchard Library! I think the idea is very meaningful, especially with the closure this month. It is a project that let artists and passerbys - adults and kids to draw and decorate the glass panels in the library itself. And of course, as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Tweedy">Jeff Tweedy</a> always says Art is subjective:<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">“A piece of art is not a loaf of bread. When someone steals a loaf of bread from the store, that's it. The loaf of bread is gone. When someone downloads a piece of music, it's just data until the listener puts that music back together with their own ears, their mind, their subjective experience. How they perceive your work changes your work.”</span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BD09b968I/AAAAAAAAAWM/qlQigDn3Dvc/s1600-h/untitled+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134178152326491074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BD09b968I/AAAAAAAAAWM/qlQigDn3Dvc/s320/untitled+3.JPG" width="378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BDedb967I/AAAAAAAAAWE/dwrrh3aYnPk/s1600-h/untitled+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134177765779434418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BDedb967I/AAAAAAAAAWE/dwrrh3aYnPk/s320/untitled+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BDHtb966I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Qva5n2EOJtA/s1600-h/untitled+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134177374937410466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BDHtb966I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Qva5n2EOJtA/s320/untitled+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are all sorts of drawings there and all languages too - Chinese, Korean, etc. My <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">fave</span></strong> one is this - simple! At first glance, I didn't realize it was actually a paintain until I stepped back and realize it in a big picture. Click <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10539086@N08/sets/72157602823468747/">here </a>for the flickr sets of pics.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BFhtb969I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vZ7iRf_BoPY/s1600-h/untitled+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134180020637264850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="311" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BFhtb969I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vZ7iRf_BoPY/s320/untitled+4.JPG" width="252" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BGCtb96-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nN8tNd1_0Jc/s1600-h/untitled+5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134180587572947938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BGCtb96-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nN8tNd1_0Jc/s320/untitled+5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I also like the mini love notes that the public put up:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BLUNb96_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/UQzdANzDPdc/s1600-h/untitled+6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134186385778797554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="380" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BLUNb96_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/UQzdANzDPdc/s320/untitled+6.JPG" width="260" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BL69b97AI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-nSimxkdG9c/s1600-h/untitled+7.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134187051498728450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BL69b97AI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-nSimxkdG9c/s320/untitled+7.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BMZtb97BI/AAAAAAAAAW0/u5UXwsUzomg/s1600-h/untitled+8.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134187579779705874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce_3AnX6fQA/R0BMZtb97BI/AAAAAAAAAW0/u5UXwsUzomg/s320/untitled+8.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For all the efforts that the staff from Orchard Library did to commemorate the closure, I am amazed as well as impressed and I really need to <span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong><em>applaud</em></strong></span> their creativity. Who would hv think all these would be done just because a library is closing?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">All pics are taken in Orchard Library on 7th November 2007</span> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17129840-5896269960039829104?l=www.christinetjia.com'/></div>= Christine =noreply@blogger.com1