tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88371246077664862592024-02-21T05:40:05.100+07:00Dear Mr. CocktailDear Mr. Cocktail is my virtual public Diary. Who will treasure all my memories, my journey, my laugh, and my tears.Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-42275031555314638172012-02-29T22:11:00.000+07:002012-02-29T22:11:23.743+07:00Valentines Bento<span id="goog_1707491649"></span><span id="goog_1707491650"></span>Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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What did you guys did on valentines?<br />
I know this valentines post is late, but better late then never... plus it's still the month of looovveee..<br />
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I never was the type of person who are really into the whole Valentines idea. love the history of St. Valentine but I believe everyday should filled with love. There won't be any surprise romantic dinner on Valentines or such cus nowdays all girls are expecting something on valentines.<br />
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But, this year I'm planning something different.<br />
Me and my boy, are planning a Bento Battle. For those who don't know about Japanese Bento lunch box. Google it.. haha. It's like a super "kawai" lunch box, you made yourself. could be a game character or animal.<br />
I've been awed by Bento lunch box for awhile now..<br />
but I always thought to myself "daymn how many hours do I need to make one, I dont have that much time in the morning"<br />
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This Idea for valentines come up, while me and my boy having lunch together. We work at the same office, and 90% I always bring my own lunch box. So why don't this valentines, we make bento for each other ( I love eating his fried rice lunch box. He's good in making friend rice. Sometimes we switch lunch boxes)<br />
but to make it special.. we will make it a battle. The audience fav is the winner. The audience the other office staffs.<br />
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Deal.<br />
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A day before valentines... somehow everyone knows that we're making a bento battle, and they get exited. And I got more pressure to perform well. F*ck!!!<br />
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I mean, I'm a virgo.. if you believe those astrological bull (which I do). Virgo is known for the perfectionism.<br />
So I youtube, bought all the supplies (which I also share with him. fair game) I went home, design the bento and prepare few of the decoration.<br />
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I woke up at 4.30 AM ( I usually wake up around 6AM) I fried cut boiled and I didn't cut myself. yey<br />
I love baking but cooking.. is not my forte'.. :-p<br />
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I got the the office and most of the staff were like.."I wanna see", but I waited till my boy got to the office..<br />
and this is how it looks like<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bento by me, the rice suppose to be His face. but the fishball is my fav</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what he made for me.. full of sausages, grill heart tomato cherry.</td></tr>
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Overall we ask ALL the staff including my branch manager, and our security guy.. I win only by one point.<br />
:-D<br />
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but we didn't eat it straight away, we ate it at lunch.. and OH.. how my heart breaks when I saw him scoop the rice. lol.. I don't have the heart to eat mine, but I eat it anyway (a girl gotta eat)<br />
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SO, our valentines ended up with a full stomach... and dark round eyes (needd moooreee sleeep)<br />
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I AM NOT gonna make this bento anytime sooner, maybe on weekend picnic.<br />
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Have you ever make a bento?? will you try to make one??<br />
Have a good nite!<br />
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S <br />
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<span id="goog_226750030"></span><span id="goog_226750031"></span>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-10373092362221181362012-02-28T17:07:00.000+07:002012-02-28T15:57:23.260+07:00Follow me with BlogLovin Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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I'm still learning this blog thingy..<br />
I know.. "where have I been".. well to tell you the truth, I wasn't a big blog reader until recently.<br />
The blog world has captivated me and I want to be part of it.<br />
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I followed a lot of bloggers from blogspot and bloglovin, I read all their post! I mean it..<br />
I don't always comment, since I sometime don't know what to say or I'm afraid the comment I leave would sound silly etecera.<br />
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But for those who follow me.. Thank you, and I will always follow you back.<br />
and I read all of your post. <br />
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Thank you,<br />
Have a great day<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-87426128308493651212012-02-19T17:00:00.001+07:002012-02-21T10:57:50.140+07:00Maher Zain in Concert<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span id="goog_300884242" style="font-size: small;"><span id="goog_559306766"><span id="goog_22327123"></span><span id="goog_22327124"></span></span><span id="goog_559306767"></span></span><span id="goog_300884243" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Mr. Cocktail,</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Last October 2011, I'm lucky enough to watch Maher Zein concert when he visit Indonesia.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It wasn't the greatest concert, not because Maher sings badly or anything, just because the event organizer did a horrible job!!! almost 2 hours delayed!!!! </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway here is some pictures.. :-) </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Before the show start</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">and there he is</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yup, my friend cried watching him</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I personally thinks he is good looking</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I Love my green turban, but it's not very easy to combine with my other outfit.. I'll try different style next time</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">What's you suggestion?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Have a good night</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">S</span></div><br />
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</tbody></table>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-86891706308580409212012-02-09T04:40:00.000+07:002012-02-09T04:40:20.550+07:00Another Hens Night + Hair BowDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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Costume party always been my favorite event. I really like to dress up, but I guess you have figure it out :-)<br />
But, waiting for Halloween to come is waayy to long for me..<br />
So, guess you can imagine how excited I was when one of my girl friend invite me to a Hens Night !!!<br />
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She was one of my friend since primary school, and one of the girls ask for my suggestion for the theme of the party, easyly I said, "back to the old days, 80's"<br />
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We are all born on the 80's-something and I thought it was just a fun theme.. (plus I love vintage stuff haha)<br />
I was planning to look like Katy Perry on Last Friday Night Look, but change on the last minute to this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm wearing my mum old jeans, vintage shirt, and my geeky glasses</td></tr>
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</a></div>I found a super cute Hair Bow tutorial on Youtube, it's suupppeerrr easy!!! <br />
My bow-hair totally made my look, don't you think so??<br />
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Here's the video I was talking about; <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gud night and sweet dreams..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-65669578516200144222012-01-31T11:46:00.000+07:002012-01-31T11:46:40.381+07:00New Me, New HairDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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How have you been? I've been good. Got my life back on track now.. and I hope it stays that way.<br />
I'm still busy like always, but don't worry even tho' I'm a bad blogger but I'm still a loyal reader. I read all.. ALL blogs that I'm following hehehe... and I think it's about time for me to post something.<br />
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So, there something new about me...<br />
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I'm blonde!!!!!! yikes. ha ha<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"toilet shot!!"</td></tr>
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</a></div>The last time I dye my hair was when I was still in junior high and that time I dyed my hair chocolate brown.. I never never dyed my hair with any bright color. this is my first time<br />
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So when I went to my friend Coco Carol Salon, when I got there the hairdresser called my hair "the Virgin Hair".. sound so saintly, and they're about to deflower my virgin hair :-P<br />
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They wash they dyed, and dyed .. it took them 5 hours. I was dying of boredom!! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was freakin' out at this point (before the highlights)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>after all the highlights and blow-dry. I'm finally blonde.<br />
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My family hated my new hair color hahahaha.. but my co-workers and most of my friend prefer me as blonde. They said it suits me better..<br />
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I never cared much about my hair, I just wash them and conditioner. Now, I have to treat my hair like princess.. give them hair treatment, hair spa, hair mask, vitamins oil just to maintain it silkiness.. it's so dry (I didn't bleach them. It was not necessary)<br />
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I just read <a href="http://nuhasofiyan.blogspot.com/2012/01/organic-beauty.html">Habibi </a>Organic Beauty post, can't wait to try olive oil treatment for my hair :-)<br />
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Which one do you prefer? blondie me? or brunette me?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My old hair color</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Have a great day,<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-12864484418992569472011-11-11T16:44:00.001+07:002011-11-11T16:52:13.543+07:00Birthday BakingDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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I've been super busy lately and I'm sorry for neglecting you.. but I promise I will update you to all the things that had happen in my life.<br />
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Starting with... the First time I bake a cupcake! ever!<br />
I love baking and I'm quite good at cookies and pound cake. but I never made any cupcake before..<br />
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I got out of the hospital and 2 week later it was my B'day. (I'll post my hospital moments later on)<br />
SO.. B'day celebration id the perfect time to try making some cupcake.<br />
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Note: a day before my bday I try to bake a raspberry cheese cake, FAILED. made a mess of myself, was so tired from work and in a hurry this suppose-bly easy recipe ended up a disaster. I will make another one soon!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">White chocolate raspberry cheesecake by Nigella</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The next day my sister gave me her cupcake oreo recipe. She's not the baking type of girl.. she's more of the love eating kinda girl and sheee looovveeeeeeee oreo cheese cake. She ask me to make one.<br />
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I look at the recipe and something not quite add up so I made an adjustment for the frosting. Instead of 4 cup of sugar I just use 2 cups of sugar. I think it's too sweet for any-one taste..?? I'll die of sugar rush hahahaha.. aniweeeeey....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is how it looks at the end</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I try my best making it in the morning.. and it end up.. "wasn't that bad" a lot of people seems to like it.. but I need to practice more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me & my sister the one whoo loovveeeeeeees to eat. lol</td></tr>
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and when I found the perfect oreo cupcake I will share it to you... :-)<br />
have a great day and stay healthy.. much love<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-65576849418904766702011-10-06T15:54:00.000+07:002011-10-06T15:54:57.614+07:00Recent Purchase: Geeky GlassesDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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Last weekend I went to this shopping center called Ambasador. I wasn't feeling really good.. my calf was sore and my foot are aching from last night dancing + heels. Only sleep for couple hours then of I go with my mum, sister and her husband...<br />
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I promise myself to control my shopping spree.. and obviously FAILED.<br />
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One of the things that I bought was this white geeky glasses. My first option was the round glass with black frame.. kinda like harry potter glasses but wee bit larger. I ended up looking like a turtle wearing glasses hehe, so I pick the smaller round-white dove glasses instead.<br />
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with much styling and creativity<br />
I ended up looking like this at work..<br />
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hahahahaha..<br />
I look like Ugly Betty Japanese version :-D<br />
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It's hard for me to find the perfect sunnies/glasses. I have a "unique" face shape..<br />
and I'm done trying to look cool like most people do when they where glasses.. I just embrace my weirdness quirkiness <br />
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:-D<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-27911434216759262282011-09-28T16:48:00.001+07:002011-09-28T17:35:28.066+07:00Cloud GazingDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">taken by F415ALL mobile picture, specially for me <3</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I love to cloud gaze.<br />
Those who know me well, realize from the amount of cloud picture I have on my phone.<br />
A dear love of mine knows this and took a picture while he was on the plane, don't worry the plane didn't crash or anything.. the phone was on airplane-mode.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">taken from my mobile</td></tr>
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I even have a iCloud app on my iPod<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cloudy day, taken by my mobile</td></tr>
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Everday I sat on my chair, working. I always let myself to look on my right<br />
waiting...<br />
waiting.. for the most beautiful cloud that pass-by <br />
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and when it's there.. I will gaze and daydream.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">afternoon light, taken by my mobile</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's Sunset</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I could see all the colors that my mobile failed to capture</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I see orange</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I see pink</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I see purple</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and a hint of greyness</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I always feel like such a lucky girl and how small I am in this world every time I could gaze.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the simple things in life that always make me smile</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">:-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">don't you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-58629693628090134252011-09-22T16:59:00.000+07:002011-09-22T16:59:18.026+07:00Bloggers Inpired: 2 *Nails*Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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I finally made the glitter nails inspired from Cupcakes and Cashmere post <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/m/201982/240945438/s/0/aHR0cCUzQSUyRiUyRmZlZWRwcm94eS5nb29nbGUuY29tJTJGJTdFciUyRkN1cGNha2VzQW5kQ2FzaG1lcmUlMkYlN0UzJTJGY1VFQXBDd3pzUE0lMkY=">Mermaid Nails</a><br />
I have red and pink glitter and ended up using the red glitter.. should've tried the pink one for "statement"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-70761846638641659022011-09-15T09:45:00.000+07:002011-09-15T09:45:37.230+07:00MB Wedding ReceptionDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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Here's some of M & B wedding reception photos thats lonngggggg over due. *sorry<br />
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sorry for the delays, I try to keep up.<br />
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PS: I didn't took the photos the wedding photography did. Which one I'm not so sure.. haha<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-6331138509928516062011-09-06T14:19:00.004+07:002011-09-08T14:50:27.858+07:00Happy Birthday!<div style="color: #660000;">Dear Mr Cocktail,</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">Today is My BIRTHDAY.. </div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">yippiiyy....</div><div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">Wish me all the best and the speedy recovery.</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">Cheers!!</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">S</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-49820533314879182402011-08-17T14:43:00.000+07:002011-08-17T14:43:51.019+07:00MB Wedding CeremonyDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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The weather was humid, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back<br />
It was Saturday afternoon, standing outside the bride family house. All the groom family and bestman lining in pairs.We bring gifts and goods. .. waiting and waiting for the bride family ready to welcome us. <br />
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The Sundanese music start, it's show time!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Throwing lucky coins for the singles</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Happy Couple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Happy Mr. B</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHYp-jvUMCcPUrs-yhyphenhyphenq8CIIDJu2UjOgO0ycTE0gIYO1aMAa-SDhyDXeHcaeow5mrHwWy_MITCstfYgkQRATAPpZaWzgGS4F7_6GTgqPLLDU5zHixElFwnG0XwBsY7IaqEfq8pFwkCs0/s1600/198781_10150726243205284_593160283_19414184_3734307_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHYp-jvUMCcPUrs-yhyphenhyphenq8CIIDJu2UjOgO0ycTE0gIYO1aMAa-SDhyDXeHcaeow5mrHwWy_MITCstfYgkQRATAPpZaWzgGS4F7_6GTgqPLLDU5zHixElFwnG0XwBsY7IaqEfq8pFwkCs0/s1600/198781_10150726243205284_593160283_19414184_3734307_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & The Newlyweds</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I wish my nephew & my bestfriend all the best in their future life. Full with laughter and happiness.<br />
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Luv<br />
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S<br />
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Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-35894256149704117702011-08-01T15:40:00.002+07:002011-09-08T14:52:53.198+07:00Hens Night<div style="color: #990000;">So Dear Mr. Cocktail,</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">My <b>Sister</b> and <b>Ms. M</b> my <b>bestfriend</b> are married now (so it's Mrs. M now).</div><div style="color: #990000;">My sister got hitched with this lucky guy she's been dating for almost 7 years <br />
and my best friend tying the knot with my Nephew. They met while <b>Mr</b>. <b>B</b> (my nephew) is visiting Indonesia when he's on his Asian trip after finishing his Uni.</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">Mr. B and Mrs. M wedding is a week before my sister !!!! 2 family weddings in a row</div><div style="color: #990000;">It's a non-stop Celebration !! it's the wedding season.</div><div style="color: #990000;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDMX7kq-V-DubEdpTUIjXDxRYZGTULeQ6ICCXgPZlQfvzDheGfBLyYrn26rpzvnQOz399wwUCi9YdqN0qvsW8BKvVICCK6GrRxxeMohT2n2-nK1nrzvCeq_GnOBF8Rf1TwrldBWHhk1o/s1600/258992_10150195499521360_509946359_7490675_6883448_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br />
Being a gud and pervert sister I am. Mr. Ag & I arranged everything. From ordering the cupcake, handmade decoration and custom games. Since we are practically family (almost) Sister and M's hens night we celebrate it all in one day<br />
With so little time we had, we thought it would be best to spend the money more on food and drinks. (We wanted to hire male stripper, but was over our budget) :-P<br />
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We decided the theme, the venue, the games, the food (we pick most of my sister fave food) and what the cupcake looks like (this cupcake, we have kept it hush-hush) we didn't tell a single soul. This Cupcake would be the highlight of the night, and it was.<br />
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"We ordered our cake from <a href="http://www.cuppiescupcakes.blogspot.com/">Cuppies Cupcakes</a>" but their facebook page have more selection of cake and cupcakes.</div><div style="color: #990000;"></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">I can't post much of the hens night pictures, I only can share the censored and sober pic. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="color: #ea9999;">The Theme was : Back to School </span></u></span></b></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">have to censor it a bit, but I hope you get the picture</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we had to rename all the food just to make it funny</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Ag and his partner were the only testosterone at the party</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a big fan of the little mermaid since I was like 7 yrs old</td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #990000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just before the night ends</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #990000;">All the girls actually came with our old school uniform, which of course I can't show it. :-P </div><div style="color: #990000;">I could get sued hahaha.. </div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">We drink, karaoke, twister, took plenty of pictures.. and play other things.. and as we predicted. The Cupcakes was a blast </div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">The night ended up fun and memorable.</div><div style="color: #990000;">now from the 8 of us (we've been friends since primary school) only 3 left single. </div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">Who is next???</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">S</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
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</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-3256083651767643722011-07-22T18:00:00.000+07:002011-07-22T18:00:04.271+07:00Blogger Inspired: 2 *Watermelon Granita*Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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It's Friday ( yey !! )<br />
This week my blogger inspired came from Michelle from <a href="http://thatssomichelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/watermelon-granita.html">That's so Michelle</a><br />
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One day I came home from work and throw everything I carry onto my bed. Feeling tired and hungry<br />
I walk towards the fridge.<br />
I open <br />
Then I saw this half watermelon, and instantly something click in my head. I've been reading Michelles blog and I remember her super easy recipes with watermelon.<br />
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"mum are you gonna use this watermelon??!!", I shouted still glaring at the juicy watermelon <br />
"you can have them S, what are you going to do with it?"<br />
"watermelon granita", I whisper<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #a2c4c9;"><u>Watermelon Granita</u></b></span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via <a href="http://thatssomichelle.blogspot.com/">That's so Michelle</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table><i>This is what you need:</i><br />
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<i> 4 cups (1 3/4 pounds) cubed seedless watermelon (from a 4-lb. melon)</i><br />
<i> 1/2 cup sugar<br />
1 tablespoon fresh lime juice <br />
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What to do:</i> <br />
<i><br />
Purée all ingredients in a blender (I used a food processor) until smooth. Pour into a 9x9x2" metal baking pan. Freeze mixture for 1 hour. Stir, mashing any frozen parts with the back of a fork. Cover and freeze mixture until firm, might as well leave it over night. <br />
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Using a fork, scrape granita vigorously to form icy flakes. Can be made 3 days ahead. Cover tightly with foil and keep frozen. Give it a quick scrape before serving. </i> <br />
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I addapt this recipes from Michelle but instead of using fresh lime juice I use sour orange slices since at that moment I don't have any lime and it's too late to buy one.<br />
I didn't measure at all I just use my hungry instinct<br />
hahaha ..<br />
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It's super easy<br />
basically like making a watermelon juice and freeze it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my simple version of watermelon granita</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>it's sweet<br />
it's easy<br />
and it's icy<br />
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perfect for hot summer day.<br />
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Thanks Michelle<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-44567308308390490412011-07-18T18:00:00.083+07:002011-07-18T18:43:11.845+07:00Bettys MacaroonsDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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My Brother was here couple weeks ago, he flew all the way to Indonesia from England just to bring me Bettys Macaroons.... No, just kidding.<br />
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He was here to attend his son, my nephew wedding ( he is marrying my best-friend since primary school ) (huh?)<br />
hahaha.. It's quite complicated. Me and my Brother are 20-30yrs old age different.. you do the math. :-P<br />
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But I'll tell you about my family tree another time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my first ever macaroons</td></tr>
</tbody></table>When he was here, he brings me these Bettys Macaroons. Handmade..<br />
He told me the <a href="http://www.bettys.co.uk/About_Bettys/The_Bettys_Story.aspx">history about Bettys</a> cafe, how when he was young he like to go to Bettys, how it reminds him of his childhood memories.. how Big and expensive Bettys have become. <br />
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I never had/eat macaroons before .. it's not something you can found easily in here. I'm sure they have it in certain places, but I just never intrigue by it.<br />
So, this was my first<br />
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And I can't wait to have my first bite . . .<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lemon? chocolate? strawberry? green tea?? I hv no idea </td></tr>
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So without further ado.. after my Brother left to the apartment he was staying.. I went to my room. I slowly open the wrapping paper. How cute it looks like. Love the summery colors. <br />
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I took it and adore it.<br />
and I open my watery mouth.. and had my first bite.<br />
<br />
"this is it ????"<br />
<br />
I thought there would be magic when I ate it. I expect fireworks shooting out off my mouth<br />
<br />
But nothing happen<br />
I pick the yellow for my first option, I'm guessing it's Lemon from the sourness.<br />
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Curious, I pick the pink next, I assume its strawberry... taste a little better<br />
then the green and ate the chocolate for last. AND I LIKE IT<br />
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I likey the chocolate !!<br />
<br />
I finish it all, but I'm still curious . . I want more. I want to try more macaroons. I want to taste other flavors. <br />
<br />
"Craviinnggsssss.. ! !" (little britain style)<br />
<br />
Now I can't take this round beauty out of my mind.<br />
Damn those macaroons!!!<br />
<br />
"CRAVIINGGGSSS!!!"<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-20541087244583609722011-07-07T12:00:00.002+07:002011-07-11T11:27:00.556+07:00Office Look.2Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
<br />
It was just an ordinary day, with an extraordinary mood<br />
<br />
Last night, I found a wired-bandanna belong to my baby sister. It's super cute, I ignore the fact it's now trending for a 14-16 years old kids around Jakarta. We call them AGJ (Anak Gaul Jakarta) lil' annoying bunch of kids who thinks they're cool with their high-pitch-giggle..<br />
<br />
My sister is not a 16yrs old girl, she's like ... ehmm... wait... 20's something but she dress like 30 yrs old something. So to know that she have this wired-AGJ-bandanna I was like "whaaaaaattttt????"<br />
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Anyway,<br />
I stole (borrowed) one, the 1 look less teenagery and more vintage.<br />
I wore my white shirt, big belt and my high waist pants (I have them since I was 15) and still fits me perfectly *I wonder if I ever grow hummm ... <br />
<br />
I look like an American house-wife 1950's (awesome) or a rabbit .....<br />
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How was your day?<br />
<br />
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SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-31073503849603999272011-07-06T14:48:00.005+07:002011-07-06T14:48:00.230+07:00Samosa ... !!!Dear Cocktail,<br />
<br />
Yesterday we got this BIG mysterious box delivered to our office..<br />
<br />
and all packages, letters that tend to our office, must go through me...but this mysterious cartoon box there was no indication who it's from and who it is for...<br />
<br />
I weight it<br />
I shake it<br />
I smell it<br />
I wiggle it <br />
(to make sure it's not gonna explode) *how brave am I? :-P<br />
<br />
After life threatening inspection I went back to back office area, then the GA shout, "ah, that the package I've been waiting. it's from my Aunt, her driver must have drop it here"<br />
<br />
"oh, what is it?", I ask curiously<br />
"its Samosa, my aunt made it"<br />
"hummm.. what's a samosa?"<br />
"it's an Indian appetizer"<br />
<br />
I stand next to him, looking at him and batting my eyelashes, putting my best grin on, rocking myself back and front.<br />
<br />
"Yes S, you may try them", GA<br />
<br />
YEY !!<br />
<br />
When we open it.. the sweet warm Indian spices aroma filled our small area.<br />
the box was full of it !!!! Saaammooosaaaa......<br />
<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.indianfoodforever.com/snacks/samosa.html"></a> it was REALLY GOOD</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I ate 1 .. 2 .... 3 ... 4 ... and I lost count</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I look on online recipes on how to make samosa, but apparently GA aunty samosa is a bit different from what I look online.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First she used french fries and no peas .. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> whatever she puts inside it this samosa isssss guuuuudddd</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I even bring home and share it with my family, and everyone loving it. *seriously </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another addicting Indian dish. Nyum</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have a good day.. Cheers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-21550130802818673392011-06-28T17:50:00.001+07:002011-07-22T17:18:30.844+07:00Bloggers Inpired: 1 *Nails* .Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
<br />
I followed heaps of bloggers from blogspot + bloglovin. From fashion blogger to lifestyle blogger. I basically follow people who I think is interesting. <br />
<br />
This couple of weeks I got inspired with the different/gradation nail polish + glitter<br />
Thanks to Vicky from <a href="http://bikinisandpassports.blogspot.com/2011/06/manicure-madness.html"><b>bikini and passports</b></a> and Emily from <b><a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/m/201982/240945438/s/0/aHR0cCUzQSUyRiUyRmZlZWRwcm94eS5nb29nbGUuY29tJTJGJTdFciUyRkN1cGNha2VzQW5kQ2FzaG1lcmUlMkYlN0UzJTJGY1VFQXBDd3pzUE0lMkY=">Cupcakes and Cashmere</a></b> for their inspirational glitter nail post on their blog, I will soon try it myself..<br />
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But last night I got back from work.. I start to do my own version of red-pink nail color<br />
sorry I can't find the blogs that inspire me to do this version :-(<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bullish on OPI & Fellin Hot Hot Hot OPI</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Now I can't wait to try the glitter-nail and tomorrow is a Holiday!! yippey..<br />
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Have a good nite!<br />
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Ms.SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-74155900006429701932011-06-28T15:14:00.000+07:002011-06-28T15:14:34.346+07:00Birthday: Ms. D2Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
<br />
It was another day of another birthday celebration of another gud-ol friend of mine <strike>Mrs. D2</strike> Ms. D2.<br />
<br />
My phone wrang and woke me up. I was late !! I got up and look at myself in the mirror.. The Hangover face.<br />
My eyeliner was smudging under my eye and I could still hear the buzzing from last night trance.<br />
<br />
I quickly have a cold shower, wash my ciggie-scent hair, brush my teeth then head to Pondok Indah Mall 2.<br />
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Location: Sushi Tei<br />
<br />
I got there as quickly as I can, all the ladies (+ hubby) was there.. I sat myself, and just stare blankly for awhile until I had my ice ocha. The ladies start to chat up and gossip (I haven't meet these ladies for awhile and just found out 2 of them are divorcee) I'm the only one who is not married (yet).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ms. S, Ms. Uth, Ms D2, Ms. D1, Ms. D3</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>PS: you have no idea how many pictures were taken under 3hours !!! these ladies is such an Asian hahah pictures everywhere.<br />
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<br />
We dine, drink, gossip.<br />
I was not on my chitty-chatter-girl mood as I always do, but I still manage to pose to the camera ;-) <br />
and glad I look sober (thanks to the thick make up).<br />
<br />
I was glad my friends pick Sushi Tei for lunch, I haven't eat sushi for waayy toooo looonnggg for a sushi lover like moi ! * wink<br />
and Sushi Tei is delicious and affordable. <br />
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After disturbing people next to us with our laugh and our uncontrollable narcissism, we got a complimentary Sushi-Bday ???<br />
I personally think a sushi can't be a pretend-bday-cake ... a birthday cake should be a dessert, where you can stick a candle and blow it.<br />
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I love sushi but I'm not a big fan of sushi-cake<br />
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Ms. D2 payed (thank youuuuuu) and we stroll around the Mall + taking pictures<br />
and shop for shoes.<br />
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Overall it was a gud weekend with the ladies-mommies<br />
Had a great time :-)<br />
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Thank you girls. xxx<br />
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Ms.SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-79749699438215053712011-06-07T21:35:00.000+07:002011-06-07T21:35:00.990+07:00Barbie GagaDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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If you ever wonder if my avatar pic is Me.. yes it's me. :-)<br />
I want to share you an old story of mine<br />
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"Hey S, do you want to be my make up model", ask Ms C<br />
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"ehmm... what for?"<br />
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"I have this make up test for Make Up Forever and I need a model who look like Gaga "<br />
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"......... hmmmm..."<br />
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"I'll give the white blonde wig you were eye-ing in Mangga Dua, my inspiration is Lady Gaga meet Barbie... are you interested?"<br />
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"YES!!".<br />
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It was Thursday, another day of the week. Wake up. Shower. Brunch. Then off to Darmawangsa Square. I got there earlier then Ms. C, so I window shop. waiting, and I wait. From one shop to another. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. Then I could feel my bag vibrate, I pick up my phone..<br />
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"Zen, I'm still one my way. caught in traffic. sorry, why don't you get some drink. my treat"<br />
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"Ok"<br />
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Sit in a cafe, sipping my tea. reading my book. The Waiter start looking at me. Do I have something on my face? do I smell bad? do I have something on me??? I tried to act cool but didn't help much, I could still feel their wondering eyes against my back. I start to feel uncomfortable, can't focus on what I'm reading. Plugging my earphone and start listening to trance. Couple minutes later my friend show up. Finally.<br />
So we went to Make Up Forever, I put on my white blonde wig. I'm ready.<br />
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<img _mce_src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l23mv0wQ651qbyysn.jpg" height="265" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l23mv0wQ651qbyysn.jpg" width="400" /><br />
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The rule of this make up test is you're only allowed to use only their line of product. From foundation to the eye shadow but you're may use your own brushes and your own fake eye lashes. you gotta work what with you have.<br />
Carol rolled out her brushes and start working on her magic touch.<br />
Looking so serious, testing the perfect shade of foundation for my skin, blending colors. Bright Pink. Yellow. Orange.. and I don't remember.. ;-p<br />
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Her partner start taking pictures of me. cool... after about an hour or so this is what I look. Me and Blonde.<br />
How do I look?<br />
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It's fun to have a make up artist as your friend and I do have a weakness for thick make up, fake eye lashes and dressing up. Becoming someone else.<br />
:-D<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">yeaahh.. I'm not so much a Blondie kinda girl, I love my brunette hair, some of my friend told me I look like a Russian porn star. Daymn hahaha.. I'm HOT. lol </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Have a good night</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-69571044989265679272011-06-06T00:04:00.000+07:002011-06-06T00:04:40.827+07:00I HATE MY JOBDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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It's official. I hate my job. It's been a roller coaster to downhill with my work.<br />
I'm hating my job for many reasons..<br />
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<b>a. We don't get over time.</b><br />
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I work around 10 to 12 hours a day but I never complaint. I got home so late, to tired to even have dinner, went to sleep with my working clothes on, wake up at midnight then remember to change my clothes then back to sleep<br />
I came to the office on Saturday just to help out<br />
Did I complaint? No. Why? I was expecting that after I show my Company my dedication and hard work, the Company will give me more appreciation (a.k.a more money) hehe <br />
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Month pass by, this new Company is settling down, not much to do now.. I'm on a daily-routine-work. Everyday is the same.. but I still can't go home early. My work hour ended at 5.30 PM. but I have to stay until 7 PM. Even tho I have nothing to do. Why? because my Manager said so.<br />
We call that "The Power of Position" <br />
I used the extra one and half hour surfing on the net, play games, reading blogs. Still no complaint.<br />
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So work more then 8 hours with no overtime.<br />
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<b>b. We don't get benefits.</b><br />
ooouu yeaaahh.. we don't get any benefits from Company. At my first interview I ask about the beneficial, and they said "this Company is still new, we are still on to it". but I worked here past my probation, and still I haven't heard any about what we'll get. No health assurance? No reimburse? so whenever I got sick from over working myself.. I spend more money then actually making it. Sucks? Big time! <br />
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I was patience enough at work, I'm try to stay positive.. thinking, "hey, might get a raised at the end of the day". but I was wrong....<br />
Big Boss was not from Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia, he lives and spend most of his time in Medan, one of the biggest city in Indonesia. When my first and second interview with him, he promise a raise but when Branch Manager talk to him recently about giving raise to the employees.. he said "No" the reason is because he paid enough, he said the salary we get if it's in Medan that amount of money will get you everywhere. I was amaze with his "intelligence"... the living cost in Jakarta is like 3-4times more expensive then in Medan. His employee and his brother who came visit us from Medan always complaint how everything is so expensive.. I can't believe he is so stupidly blind.<br />
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Pays like shit - no benefits - no overtime<br />
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but I was still patience, until<br />
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<b>c. Lost My Family and Social Time</b><br />
I feel this the most recently... especially with sister who is getting married, I haven't been spending time with my sisters and mum like I should have. I'm the last person who knows about things.. I missed family dinner, I missed family function. it's sad...<br />
I also haven't been hanging out with my friends as much.. I feel like a bad person because of this job.<br />
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and now my sister is getting married in 2 weeks, and my nephew from England is getting married here in a week (he is marrying my bestfriend) so all my family from England will be here on Wednesday.. they will attend my nephew and my sister wedding.<br />
There will be a lot of family gathering (lunch, dinner, wedding, after party and all) I really don't wanna miss this<br />
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And I don't think that my Boss will give me leave for my nephew and sister wedding. I told Branch Manager about it and her respond was "wow thats a lot of leave" (I only ask for 3 days) "Let's talk about it tomorrow", but we never talk about it..<br />
I don't know what to do now..<br />
all I know is, I've been applying for new job. I don't think this job is worth that much to ruin my relationship with my love ones.<br />
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<br />
and now for my last reason<br />
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<b>d. They block the Internet surfing, Google, everything except E-mail</b><br />
Now I can't read blogs at my office!! suuuuuccckkkss biiigg time!! but hey, you come to the office to work. fine<br />
if they block facebook, twitter, youtube, porn site, I don't actually mind. But my "Intelligent smart" Big Boss told the I.T to block ALL sites except email, banking and google. The shit thing is.. when you open google and the news site .. you can't open the link. All of them.. *pointless<br />
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So I CAN'T DO MY F&*%$** JOB<br />
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how the hell can I made online reservation, look for information and shit?????!!!!<br />
I told this to the General Affair to please explain to Big Boss that I need the google to work, but his response is, "I told him, but he wants it all block" told the Branch Manager too.. but she only give me a faint smile<br />
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WTF???<br />
<br />
it's not just me who is having trouble at work doing my job, also others. <br />
at this point I had enough. I can't work under a moron. I really wish I find a new job soon before I start stabbing Big Boss and Branch Manager in my dream. I tried to calm my self at Yoga but at the end of the class .. my mind was smiling but I kept repeating "kill .. kill .. kill" in my head. I start to sound like this devil worshiper or a psychopath hahahahaha I might try Muay thai after the weddings (avoiding bruises before the weddings) Punching and kicking people might help with my silence stress<br />
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So now whenever I got home, I try my best to read all the blogs that I follow, and read all their new post<br />
(I haven't check bloglovin in 2 days there's around 280 new post unread) *sigh<br />
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<br />
Note: I really wish Indonesia is not a corrupt country so I can sue this Company and make myself filthy rich. but sadly, in here you can buy the law... <br />
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wooooshaaaaaa... beee positiiiveeeeeee (kill kill kill) hahahaha<br />
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oh well, I hope everything will be fine soon.. and I hope you have better weeks that I am.<br />
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Gud Nite World,<br />
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Ms. SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-38299866285932529732011-06-02T12:07:00.043+07:002011-06-24T17:04:00.024+07:00Office Look.1Dear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
<br />
It's a bright sunny-day today :-) <br />
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I took this picture awhile ago, but I haven't had the chance to post it.<br />
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That day I went to the office dress up more then I used to. I wore a fascinator inspired from the Royal Wedding. Quite glad that my office allows their employee to dress as fancy as they want as long as it look smart.<br />
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I think fascinator is a cute hair piece but it's quite hard to find the appropriate time to wear it beside weddings & party here in Jakarta. Our polo match is not as fancy and I don't think that we have a horse race..<br />
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Alas! I wear them to work *wink<br />
My Branch Manager dare me to wear one at work, Ha!<br />
Yes.. everyone look at me in amazement or envy or whatever.. but ever since that day a lot of the marketing staff start to wear hair accessories. yey! <br />
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I wish I have more fascinator! or maaaaybbeee I should try and make one..hummmm interestinggg...<br />
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Have a great day<br />
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Ms.SMs.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-610142318304750452011-05-19T16:44:00.001+07:002011-05-19T16:45:59.473+07:00Office BreakfastDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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I'm officially glued to my desk. I am married to my Job.. (not my dream job) so it's not my dream wedding. <br />
Every morning I'm so in a rush that I never had breakfast at home. How sad my life is?<br />
Instead I always have my breakfast at my desk.. and sometimes my friend Mrs. Ina would bring me something to eat... like "Market Food" a.k.a Jajanan Pasar.<br />
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I miss having a proper breakfast ... and breakfast is my favorite meal of the day !!<br />
I tend to use my weekend morning cooking breakfast or whenever I stayed at a nice hotel I'll be the early bird queuing for the breakfast buffet ! nyum ...<br />
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Nevertheless I still enjoy having my breakfast in the office.. and my current favorite is <b>Khamir</b>. <br />
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Kue Khamir (in bahasa) is an typical Indonesian Arab coffee-cake-snacks. This stumpy cake I'm not really sure if originally from Arab but story said that an Arab guy who live Mulyoharjo area (still in Indonesia), which also known as Kampung Arab (Arab town.. kinda like China-town) in Central Java the first one who made this cake. Khamir name itself is not really clearly where it came from.. can be from the word <i>Khameer</i> which mean intoxicate or from the baker itself or from an Arab word <i>Khamir</i> which mean yeast. <br />
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My favorite is the one with chocolate fillings in the inside. Eat it warm with a hot tea/cino, raining.. best time !<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Green bean and Ketan Item</td></tr>
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My other breakfast regular menu is <b>Mung bean and "Ketan hitam" <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glutinous_rice">Glutinous rice</a></b> porridge, taste sweet even tho it look kinda scary. :-D . (Ketan Hitam you only find it in Asia) this food is made from mung beans with coconut milk and palm sugar or cane sugar mix (the beans are boiled till soft, and sugar and coconut milk are added) then mix with the Ketan Hitam.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheese sambosa. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>One day a very special friend of mine gave me heaps of packages of <b>Sambosa</b>. Cheese and beef.. Sambosa is a popular snack from the Arabian. A triangle-shape stuff pastry .. Want to made it yourself? click <a href="http://arabicbites.blogspot.com/2007/11/sambosa-bel-joben.html">here</a><br />
We have under-cook the cheese Sambosa, the cheese is suppose to melt in the inside and as you can see, you still see the cheese cube inside. :-(<br />
but all still a gud snack to eat at the office <br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and for my last picture food-blog-closing.. I have save the best for last.. A bun I accidentally found at this bakery in my office building !! The shape is so unique that if you have a dirty mind like I do, it may bring more then a big grin on your face. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*drum roll please...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>I present to you... Naughty-Bun !!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it's a sweet bread with smoke beef and some-sort of mayo in the inside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did it make you smile?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if you smile or laugh.. then yes you have a dirty mind .. hahaha. when I post this pic on my Facebook I recieve a lot of "LOL" "LMFAO" comment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if you don't get what so funny about it? well then... ask your adult friend or you brother about it :-D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ms. S</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-83242335327718687602011-05-03T15:47:00.000+07:002011-05-03T15:47:54.117+07:00Talaga SampireunDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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Last Sunday I went out with my family to Telaga Sampireun to celebrate my 1year old nephew birthday. We went to this restaurant in Bintaro Sector 7 area. <a href="http://www.talagasampireun.com/">Telaga Sampireun</a>, I never been/heard about this place before, it was my first time. It's the same owner/concept with <a href="http://www.kampungsampireun.com/index.html">Kampung Sampireun</a> in Garut. I heard about Kampung Sampireun cus' it's unique concept and when I have the time I would really like to go there, but Telaga Sampireun.............................. here we go..<br />
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</tbody></table>The place is quite big, they have indoor restaurant/cafe, dining cottage, jogging track and a kids area to play. <br />
We reserve the cottage area, with minimum payment for Rp. 500.000, approx $50 (food/drinks) but of course it its a family event, it will cost more then that. <br />
The place is very quite, very relaxing... you can hear the water drizzle, the fishes splash. So peaceful. We order food, most of the food are seafood!!!! I love seafood!! shrimps, calamari, fish... and more! nyum<br />
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</tbody></table>After we had our lunch... I sat near the lake.. watching and I start to feel a bit sleepy, afraid that I fell asleep and roll myself unconsciously towards the lake.. to keep myself awake, I start feeding all the fishes! I don't know why, but I get soooooo excited about it! (they sell the fish food, you're not allowed to fed the wish with random things from your plate) :-)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a great Sunday Family time... and can't wait for tomorrow heading to the center of Jakarta Metropolitan City with it's fresh polluted air to work....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S</div>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837124607766486259.post-81793840243115002872011-05-02T22:00:00.001+07:002011-05-05T20:09:13.107+07:00Royal TrendsDear Mr. Cocktail,<br />
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Nowadays I've been working for so many hours, I barely have time to relax and whenever I had a few hours free from what I do. I sit in front of my computer office, reading blogs and blog. I need massage and couple of cocktail soooo bad! *whine<br />
Anyway, today I want to tell you about what I notice when I watch the Royal Wedding (yeess.. I'm still on my RW fever) so I'll keep on posting about what I found interesting and how it inspire me to find my <strike>prince</strike> <strike>charming</strike> dashing prince. :-P NO, just kidding.<br />
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So this is what I found to be the Fashion Trends of The Royal Wedding:<br />
<ol><li><u>Fascinators</u>, (a.k.a Hats). I envy the UK ladies for that day! have you seen it? it's sooo fabulous I want one, or two.. or a closet full of it! and sure I can't really say that these lovely fascinator are trend cuz it said on the invitation that you must wear one, but I can say it will lead to a world fashion trends.</li>
<li>Nude lipstick.. oh yes. The nude matte lipstick are still in.</li>
<li>Nude color shoes.</li>
</ol><div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;">This is a few of my fav "Fascinators"</div><br />
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Regardless, not all the royal guest are fabulous... some are ridiculous. Maybe it's just me.. but I think .. it's just ugly. sorry :-/<br />
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ok first of all.. Princess Eugenie you could pick a better dress to match your fascinator, Yes your hat/fascinator/hairpiece whatever is over the top but I think with the right dress you could still pull that look.<br />
second, Princess Beatrice, what are your thinking picking a cockroach-like-fascinator???? remind me when Lady Gaga when she wore the Lobster-fascinator-hat??? it makes your eyes dark and you look pale and grumpy.<br />
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and last..... Tara Palmer, I just think.. she's so bluueee... way too blue.<br />
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Nuf said.<br />
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haha.. I know I being a bit mean, but seriously...<br />
Anyway, have a gud night.. and I can't wait to fashion myself with a fascinator soon... can't wait!!<br />
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<span id="goog_1040308684"></span><span id="goog_1040308685"></span>Ms.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484528496498606684noreply@blogger.com0