<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:10:36.046-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Friendship Day'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Mooncakes'/><category term='Flu'/><title type='text'>Living another Fairytale</title><subtitle type='html'>When you cant hurt anymore, there will only be love from now on..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-8779944425516746678</id><published>2009-07-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:48:19.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic! hectic! hectic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*woooooooooooooooshhh* *clearing cobwebs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;just got back from my agency's review which was held at Desaru. We stayed 3D2N at The Pulai Desaru. Advisor's Clique ruled the Resort! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a professionally runned Car Rally Adventure. The thrills, The Challenges, The Fast Drives and Great Team mates made my experience a truly unforgettable event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart from the serious review segments, the rest of the days were practically fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Night time = Alcohol Time!  I had never been in a company that drinks alcohol like water but to me, im ok with drinking but i've seriously learnt to control my comsumption. Vincent hosted some games for us (as usual) and we were way uncontrollable. I never had so to down so many glasses of beer in one go. Second nigth was BBQ nite! Alcohol was free flow on the house! The prob with free flow is the consequences u get to see after that. I believe after this trip, Pulai Desaru will ban us from going. lol. Details shall not be posted on my post as "whatever happens in Desaru, stays in Desaru". *winks at Ade, Gloria, Mike* lol....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's damn fun when you get colleagues who are like family to you and im so glad im part of the AC family, most importantly, im part of Vincent Gan's Team! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never in my past working experiences i learnt about anything regarding things that i really want. About having achievements which I've always yearned for. What and who do we live for? It is our choice to make our lives better. It is simple but never easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Vincent and thanks for reminding me of our 1 year friendship anniversary! Cheers to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-8779944425516746678?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8779944425516746678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=8779944425516746678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8779944425516746678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8779944425516746678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2009/07/hectic-hectic-hectic.html' title='hectic! hectic! hectic!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4233204037208095405</id><published>2009-01-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:55:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;New Year has arrived!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It has been a long journey since my last entry. Many things have happened, of course good things i should say. I was hooked on this MTV when i was blogging this entry.. probably share it with you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/QcCTPz4ST5/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/QcCTPz4ST5/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jasonmraz/video/AErsgnSU/jason_mraz_im_yours_official_video_music_video/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason Mraz - Im Yours (Official Video) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the changes i had was my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frankly speaking, never in my life have i imagined myself that i will be a financial planner one day. However, it always has to start with life changing situations that will bring us to somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, nothing happened to me but it was to someone whom is very close to me. I had my mentality changed. We can't change external to suit us but we can change ourselves to suit the external.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting out isn’t easy at all. Trust me, I had my fair share of emotions roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After letting people know you are in this line will result to 2 different reactions. One, provides u with support. Two, see me machiam like see cockroach, run away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, im soooo thankful for friends who stood by me and giving me that opportunity to serve you. In the midst of all the emotions, i stood out even stronger and within 3 months, i achieved more than what i used to have when i was in my previous company. Not to mention my share of BONUS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I joined a great agency. With excellent mentoring and most importantly, great colleagues. No politics.. just pure fun and hard work together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My motivations will continue to spur me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Future Family Time :I am a woman and somehow family time is very important to me. Recent events of my grandma being hospitalised made me realised how much control i can have with my time.&lt;br /&gt;No longer i have to withstand gossips of going off at “own time” or “taking wkg time for granted”.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, i want to be able to spend time with kids in future. I recently heard about a couple whom has their kid taken care of by a maid. The kid ended up being close to the maid instead of the parents. Quite sad rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Source of Income : Passive income is something which im working towards. Being able to set my own holidays and rules and still being able to have a steady source of income. No longer do i have to limit myself to 14 days AL and thereafter NO-PAY LEAVE.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reaching out to people : Im no angel for sure but to be able to reach out to people and eventually for people to benefit from what i do. Little words but heartfelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And .... Im getting married....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still trying to get this fact sink into me... I still can’t believe it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date is set. Just need to confirm a few more stuffs before officialising it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will be in XX XXX 2010...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preparations just started and yes... everything else is coming in as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched Bride Wars and the wedding planner did say. It is through the wedding planning where you get to know your partner even more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agreed, wedding is a one’s once in a lifetime event, who doesn’t wants it to be perfect? Not only the girl wants it too, it is the guy’s big day too isn’t it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vincent, my mentor, volunteered to be my wedding planner. Can you believe that?? I never had a manager who will offer to help at such big events... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, kudos to my mom who said this,” Aiyah, u both go honeymoon and throw a small quaint dinner for family can liao. Then all the $ can spend to go far far away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That’s ideal but of course, my SO is the eldest son and eldest son in Chinese families are regarded as the “important” status.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Started on the invitees list, hoo boy.. when my SO dug into the family tree, we realised that the no of tables needed may hit 60 tables... Now we are in progress if we should hold it at 2 different venues to reduce unnecessary costs. Well, so much for the start of the planning.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planning for a wedding.... challenging but it will be worth it. _________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 will be my year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite of all the negativity out there, how you want this year to go really depends on yourself. I have seen the other side of all these negativity. The Bright Side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reports shows retrenchment but my newly acquired corporate client is hiring.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No bonus? Pay Cut?. My bonus is secured as long as i continue to work and I am the one who determines my pay and no one else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sick and tired of working my heads off and all you get is a pat on the back and a “well done” with No pay raise... even if they grant you a pay raise, your work load doubles....*shake head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that i have set things in place, its time charge forward at full steam... woohoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009... a great year ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“The pessimist finds difficulty in every opportunity; the optimist finds opportunity in every difficulty “ – Lawrence Pearsall Jacks (1860 – 1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4233204037208095405?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4233204037208095405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4233204037208095405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4233204037208095405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4233204037208095405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessed-2009.html' title='Blessed 2009'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6660564348318852679</id><published>2008-08-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:37:11.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Breaking thru...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it really makes me ponder who the real Susan is.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered y do we keep harping on somethings which are of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isnt right of me to do it but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always been praying for a break thru for me to let go of all that has been messing my head up. I cannot compare myself with others. i can only look into the mirror and tell myself that i can never be in another person's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never can i undo the past but neither can i still accept what really did happen. I am curious by nature, who do i have to blame but  myself. Y do i choose to let my eyes look at things which i should not even be seen in the first place. i am thankful that some things were deleted before i had the chance to pry on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this side of me. The jealous, the small-heart-eyed, the-imagination-run-wild suz. Y cant things just be simpler? It just pisses me off whenever im caught in such a situation.  In a moment like this, i just wanna be at the edge of a cliff and shout to my heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could just be like a test to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gloomy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : don't ask me what happened too, its just mixed feelings i get once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-6660564348318852679?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6660564348318852679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=6660564348318852679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6660564348318852679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6660564348318852679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-thru.html' title='Breaking thru...'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3770491222519263916</id><published>2008-08-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:27:48.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A matter of life and death, I am required to blog this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;No la, im just kidding. Was doing a human race with time thus was not able to provide any updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To those whom have know that im in the midst of my job transition. I have finally taken the step out of my comfort zone to challenge myself in another new environment. It was a tough choice to leave a 6-year old job. The company went through much changes and I have gained considerable life experience here. One of the toughest challenge was to be on peace terms to someone (C) whom has hated me to the core. On top of that, all my close working colleagues left the company due to some internal issues thus left me and Pat alone to face this war alone. It took me one year to build up this relationship and im really glad that I had a good year after I brushed up my courage to be on peace terms with her (C). From total hatred to something close to erm… erm.. gee… not really friendship, but to at least peaceful working ties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many reasons attributed to my reason for leaving. However, main reason was that I wanted to do things out of the box. Try it when I have no commitments and with the limited youth I have, to go all the way out. Another factor is that I realized im a person whom needs a good mentor to guide me. Bosses play a big role in my working scope. Ask any of ex colleagues would agree with me there is a huge difference with the previous boss and current boss. I used to be so willing to slog and work hard for old boss but not when its with current boss. Totally no motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I am going to be under my new mentor, his name is Vincent and I am looking forward to be on his team. Yes, some people will say it is silly to switch lines now. However, there are people whom supported me too. I guess no one can judge unless I have tried it. I will never know if I can succeed, all I am doing now is grabbing hold of an opportunity that has been given to me. How much hard work I put in will be my rewards. Jia You jia you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Secondly, NATAS fair *wink*. Going to……. *drum rollsssss* …..&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;…! Sigh, but its still so long away… in Dec!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a 8 Days Rhythm of Taiwan Tour. Thou I aint a tour person, it is my first trip and Ray suggested to go round the island this time and probably come back again for shopping at either Taipei or Kaohsiung to do Free &amp;amp; Easy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;8D Rhythm of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 1 (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Breeze &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Station&lt;br /&gt;-National Taiwan Democracy Memorial Hall&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 101&lt;br /&gt;-Shihlin Night Market&lt;br /&gt;- some 4 star hotel accommodation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 2 (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; – Hualien)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chiufen (Filming site of “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sad&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”)&lt;br /&gt;-Scenic Train ride to Hualien&lt;br /&gt;-5 star Resort, Promised Land Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 3 (Hualien – Taitung)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taroko Gorge&lt;br /&gt;-East Rift Valley&lt;br /&gt;-Hot Spring Jhihben Royal Hot Spring Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 4 (Taitung – &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kaohsiung&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fo Kuang Shan Monastery&lt;br /&gt;-Dream Mall (apparently the biggest shopping mall)&lt;br /&gt;-Hello Kitty Ferris Wheel (-_-‘’)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Visit&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Love&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4 star Ambassador Hotel @ Dream Mall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 5 (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kaohsiung&lt;/st1:city&gt; – Nantou – &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taichung&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Leisure Cruise on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sun&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Moon&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wenwu&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fengjia Night Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 6 (Taiching – Miaoli – Hsinchu – &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;LeoFoo&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Theme Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Martyrs Shrine&lt;br /&gt;-Wu Fen Pu Fashion Street (More shopping!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 7 (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;National&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shihlin Presidential residence&lt;br /&gt;-Tamshui (to eat Iron-eggs)&lt;br /&gt;-Fisherman’s Wharf&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Lover&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; (&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Meteor&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; filming site)&lt;br /&gt;-Ximenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 8 (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Taipei&lt;/st1:city&gt; – &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tour package is by SA tours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQ Flights&lt;br /&gt;All meals provided except for Shihlin N.M &amp;amp; Leofoo&lt;br /&gt;Accommodation pretty good. Advice from the tour guide, go for at least 4 star hotel in TWN.&lt;br /&gt;Total damage: SGD1659.00 nett/pax(excluding shopping expense)&lt;br /&gt;Total actual damage: SGD900 (excluding shopping expense), *shy*. Thank you “Ray’s Company”….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Shopping.. here I come……!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Found this comic strip very cute.... TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SJvmXyV2MoI/AAAAAAAAATU/MnFqEfRVneA/s1600-h/pic224831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SJvmXyV2MoI/AAAAAAAAATU/MnFqEfRVneA/s400/pic224831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232028688445747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3770491222519263916?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3770491222519263916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3770491222519263916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3770491222519263916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3770491222519263916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates-updates.html' title='Updates Updates!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SJvmXyV2MoI/AAAAAAAAATU/MnFqEfRVneA/s72-c/pic224831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1530155623011077666</id><published>2008-06-13T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:14:22.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Attended my secondary sch frd’s wedding last nite. Beiwen is the first among us to get married and im so happy for her. SY’s appreciation speech last nite was supa doopa touching. *Kudos to SY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can tear after hearing his speech man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI30wIkCTI/AAAAAAAAASM/LA52jBDDEE0/s1600-h/P1011963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI30wIkCTI/AAAAAAAAASM/LA52jBDDEE0/s320/P1011963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289098234628402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI4GAT16hI/AAAAAAAAASU/f1Lc2CbShog/s1600-h/P1011970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI4GAT16hI/AAAAAAAAASU/f1Lc2CbShog/s320/P1011970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289394634680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI4U2-rgpI/AAAAAAAAASc/JGYhhpLoVXY/s1600-h/P1011997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI4U2-rgpI/AAAAAAAAASc/JGYhhpLoVXY/s320/P1011997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289649828037266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI43Tri_mI/AAAAAAAAASk/BkM6iKrENK0/s1600-h/P1012001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI43Tri_mI/AAAAAAAAASk/BkM6iKrENK0/s320/P1012001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290241647967842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI5an03MeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/a_h1PkuYUuY/s1600-h/P1012005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI5an03MeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/a_h1PkuYUuY/s320/P1012005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290848351171042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its very different feeling seeing someone I knew for so long to be so blissful. It was so hilarious to see our nerdy pictures during sec sch time. I was in round specs lorrrrrrrr…how nerd can I get. Lol. Thank God, all of us are now all presentable looking.. Too bad Melissa could not join us in this joyous occasion... we miss u mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So sweet of Dear to wait for me around Orch area. He was supposed to be doing his work but ended up had problems with the thumb drive and he could not do his work. BUT Dear Dear got me my Samsung Soul! Woohooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI5zsBIREI/AAAAAAAAATE/4QAzmkTjxqs/s1600-h/me+with+phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI5zsBIREI/AAAAAAAAATE/4QAzmkTjxqs/s400/me+with+phone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211291278973092930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI56wz9gpI/AAAAAAAAATM/jFEbVMa9Ui4/s1600-h/whole+soul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI56wz9gpI/AAAAAAAAATM/jFEbVMa9Ui4/s400/whole+soul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211291400519123602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI5sU-rtMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6cLCkvv2QWI/s1600-h/P1012022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI5sU-rtMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6cLCkvv2QWI/s320/P1012022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211291152529732802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1530155623011077666?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1530155623011077666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1530155623011077666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1530155623011077666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1530155623011077666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-sweet-day.html' title='Sweet Sweet Day....'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SFI30wIkCTI/AAAAAAAAASM/LA52jBDDEE0/s72-c/P1011963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2239240335626305015</id><published>2008-06-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:12:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This whole week was pure madness for me. What was initially a slack week turned out to be a packed-like-sardine week.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;It was Connie’s&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;wedding&lt;/b&gt; and guess what, she invited Ray and I to be her emcees! Initially was me and another guy but then of cuz, I will be the emcee provided Ray does it with me. *wink* Got involved in part of her planning process. Poor girl, got so stressed up but im glad that the wedding went well. Congrats on your journey with Aaron….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzbaisRqhI/AAAAAAAAARk/n7M1BqwEi88/s1600-h/P6030499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzbaisRqhI/AAAAAAAAARk/n7M1BqwEi88/s320/P6030499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209780117996415506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzcgX1xn1I/AAAAAAAAARs/xj7yzBfJiIo/s1600-h/P6030497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzcgX1xn1I/AAAAAAAAARs/xj7yzBfJiIo/s320/P6030497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209781317674311506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and of cuz the emcee of the Night, presenting, Ray and I..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzdUNDiELI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0CMGtGpPUZA/s1600-h/P6030487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzdUNDiELI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0CMGtGpPUZA/s400/P6030487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209782208132419762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The search for my new tenant continues but im glad its all finalized but he wont move in until mid of June. Good thing is that, this case can come to a close. Finding the right tenant is hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Meeting for my community service work&lt;/b&gt;. We are in the midst of planning Xmas party for the kids. The theme is pretty awesome and im glad im part of this team again. Thou the meeting ended pretty late, we know its for a good cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Recording of video blessing for my sec sch pal.&lt;/b&gt; Beiwen is the first to wed among the 5 gals (Cinz, Melz, Sharon and of cuz, myself). Im sooo happy for her, she is sooo ready to get settled down. Met Cinz on fri for dinner and to do our video. Now we know that acting isnt easy at all! We had a few NGs, wanted to post it up but ROL accidentally deleted it. But after a few tries, we got it eventually. Enjoy the clip below and Don't laugh at us hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid93.photobucket.com/albums/l80/suzxiushan/Congrats.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Miracle Service&lt;/b&gt;. Attended MS on Sat with guest speaker Bobby Michaels. He is so charming and his words just have such deep meanings. Truly inspired by him. Brought SW to attend his service and im really glad that she could join me. SW : Never give up. Your faith will strand stronger and you will be able to withstand any hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Passion Run&lt;/b&gt; : Tell you, I totally dint train for this run at all!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my peers suffered from muscle pains and backaches after this run. As for myself, I was a victim too. I had back knee and thigh muscle pains….. im walking as if my legs could not be bent! Total stiffness. This is the consequence of insufficient training for a 10km run.. At least I survived! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SE8z176aPGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/HkuJwDkqrQw/s1600-h/the+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SE8z176aPGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/HkuJwDkqrQw/s320/the+group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210440295599717474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SE80IZA139I/AAAAAAAAASE/Bkd9zhuAoz4/s1600-h/ray%26suz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SE80IZA139I/AAAAAAAAASE/Bkd9zhuAoz4/s320/ray%26suz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210440612648968146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upcoming will be for Shape Run and I ought to start training for it. Goal : To achieve a better timing than 1 hour 30mins…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best part was after the run, ROL and myself went for Cell group and I was almost falling asleep. Afterwhich, we went over to his place and he jus told his mom about me wanting to get a sofa bed for my bro. They got so enthu abt it and said to go search for one immediately. Lol.. went around IMM and TradeHub 21 for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw what I wanted at The Furniture Mall. It was a super Single sliding sofa bed. Not too bad as I short listed it down. Went IMM for makan and decided to juz source out one more shop at TradeHub21. Went into Nova and saw the exact same bed and it costed $100 more! Ray asked if that the best price, the ah-beng looking salesman was saying Yes, even the delivery charge of $50 is waived off and if you want further disc, its possible but not a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ray then told him that we saw an exact same one at $399.00 thus he went to seek “approval” for it. Came back almost immediately and said, OK for $399! Omg, $100 disc on the spot! And $399 was not inclusive of GST. We hesitated a while and said that we will come back again. Immediately, he told us that the price will only be valid on that night and if we came back tmolo, it will not be $399 already. Wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I knew I wont get from Nova Furniture. I went back the The Furniture Mall to get my sofa bed. The salesguy was so much friendlier and $399 was inclusive of GST at TFM. Again, I emphasize the value of customer servicing. It goes a long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yeah, the sofa bed will be delivered this Thurs. And its all for my lil bro who is staying with me. At least now he gets to sleep more comfortably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Had problems waking up this Monday morning. Had my Teh-Cino for my caffeine boost. Time is passing so slow today thus it gave me time to blog this entry today…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2239240335626305015?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2239240335626305015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2239240335626305015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2239240335626305015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2239240335626305015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SEzbaisRqhI/AAAAAAAAARk/n7M1BqwEi88/s72-c/P6030499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4736481336521382640</id><published>2008-05-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:51:24.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citispa Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Did i mention the branch i went was at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bitch&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Beach Road??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4736481336521382640?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4736481336521382640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4736481336521382640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4736481336521382640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4736481336521382640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/05/citispa-part-2.html' title='Citispa Part 2'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5205790975167244651</id><published>2008-05-28T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:13:46.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Half Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What i though would be a relaxing day turned out to be a wasted day instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alrite, i went to work in the morning as usual, however I took a half day off to do some personal stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the things I did was Facial. My last facial was like 5 years ago lor becuz doing facials in Singapore is SUPER EX.. i never can afford it. Shape Run had a promo for their runners who signed up this year. It cost only $28.00 thus I tot no harm go for it. To my dismay, it turned out to be an unpleasant experience. I never had the urge to want to blog about an unhappy experience with an established brand. I vowed that I have to blog this no matter how late it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Citispa&lt;/span&gt; with my promo code and some girl called me back after 1 week plus to confirm on my appointment. Its ok becuz it IS afterall only SGD28!! I dun expect super good service, but at least im still a paying customer. Anyway, I was prepared that they would as me to top up to get a "better" facial. It is afterall a type of "sales strategy" to increase sales figures.&lt;br /&gt;When i arrived, i was greeted with lotsa warmth and invited to take a seat plus a hot cup of ginger tea. I felt so important. Afterwhich I was led into a room and i was asked to change into something more comfortable (which usually is the case). Then in came this sweet lady (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;), she intro herself to me and also (expected) say that i have to get a "better" facial.  It started out with only a SGD88 top up for a "Magic Hand" treatment. Not as if after doing that I get flawless complexion so i hesitated. Then after that, the manager (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pregnant Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) came in and was "checking out" my condition and yes i admit i do not have the best complexion around and started recommending me other facials.&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty pushy about it and being the *ahem* nice me. I was ok cuz i have not pampered myself with facials for 5 years, just go for it. I had a feeling if i dun go for it, probably they may do more harm to my face by applying some cheapo products on me.  Their actions were quick, the lady who attended to me used the "Magic Hand" on me. It was supposed to help ease the lymph points which i also did not understand. Another function was to prevent sagging skin. Dammit! im having saggin skin!!! Lol... Another thing that i dislike facials is that my face gets super swollen after each session and i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 10 mins or less of the vibrating hands, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; started to ask me if i wanted to take package so that i can "maintain" my complexion and it cost like SGD888 (wad a lucky no) and can be paid by instalments. Bloody hell SGD888 is RM1600++. Its one family's allowance in Msia for 2-3 months lor! So the lady kinda know that im not interested in the package so she stopped being pushy and started the extraction stage. When i went to a good and sincere facial place few years back, they really took the time to remove all my blackheads and stuffs that can easily take up more than 1 hour. Here, i was done like in 15 mins flat for the extraction. I even dropped a remark saying that "Wa, usually extraction takes 1 hours for me, but now its only 15mins, my complexion is gettin better!" *EXCLAMATION MARK* After this, i kinda felt that the sincerity is not there anymore when learnt that I would not get a package from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; stopped pushing the package, she did "accidentally" forgot to do the last step of removing my oil glands from my face, i reminded her just in case I get short changed. Fair enough, I got wad i was told I was getting and after which got changed. Wanted to pay and leave asap, i stepped out the counter to make payment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pregnant Manager&lt;/span&gt; again started to push the SGD888 package to me. However, i insisted that I do not have the budget to take up that package but she kept on going and going. Even to the extent of asking me to take 5 sessions instead of 10. Its also a $293.00 per month for goodness sake! Money dont grow on trees!&lt;br /&gt;I made a strong stand nicely and I was insane, i was still smiling at them. IMMEDIATELY, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pregnant manager&lt;/span&gt; changed to a f***king attitude. She was like fine fine fine, then you juz pay SDG168+SGD28+7%GST which amount to SGS210! She started to use more force to press on the calculator she was using that was when i knew she was pissed. My smile disappeared and i also put up a "Black Face" (Naturally since im tanned). I demanded an explanation that i was told the SGD28 was supposed to be in the SGD168 and not charged seperately. After a short hassle, i was thinking to myself, i will never step into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CITISPA&lt;/span&gt; ever again. Issued me a receipt as if i wasnt a paying customer. She was throwing a slight tantrum. Now what you hear about not wanting to agitate a pregnant lady is true. She was so close to not even wanting to say a THANK YOU when i left but after much hesitation, she murmured a thank you after i turn away to leave that horrific place. I juz walked away feeling sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in with much anticipation but left with an unhappy experience. It makes so much difference going to a better saloon and being served by people who values customers despite of who you are. If they were to provide better service, i wouldnt have mind to sign up at least 5 sessions in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CITISPA, &lt;/span&gt;i will never ever use your services. Im so glad I did not buy any of the packages and never will i. Customer service talks about passion of serving customers from the heart and not just about earning their money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Feedback : pls look for G.E.M.S! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5205790975167244651?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5205790975167244651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5205790975167244651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5205790975167244651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5205790975167244651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/05/wasted-half-day.html' title='Wasted Half Day'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6477030278441544885</id><published>2008-04-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:25:20.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray's 28th HatchDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 April was Dear’s 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Hatch Day. As it was the very first celebration for him, I wanted to make it a special one. Sadly, my initial plan did not turn out, my contingency plan turned out just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really aint angry with him for not being able to fulfil this at the last min because he is a really really busy man. Busy is just an underestimation only. In fact, he was doing a favour for me which I appreciated a lot. It wasn’t meant to happen in the first place. However, James was so patient and helpful to my needs. For eg : the pick up location, Ray could not make it back to Tampines on time and James suggested that he could arrange pick up from two different locations. Along the way, I really could feel his sincerity and im very excited when this business take to bigger scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Initial Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was one episode from one variety show that featured this romantic dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The planner will pick the couple up from a designated location and chauffeur them to a secret location (usually along the beach). At the beach pavilion, it will be decorated up before hand. I saw the décor on tv and it is reli nice. It doesn’t look like some run down pavilion but some romantic setting by the beach. Seated on plush cushions and surrounded by the aroma of flower petals, the setting is just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After which, you will be served with an opening cocktail followed by main course and choc fondue. The chef will cook right in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole dinner will take around 2.5 – 3 hours. After which, you both will be chauffeured to another secret location where you both can take a walk along the most secluded areas in sg (mt faber, sentosa etc). Here, James (the planner), suggested Singapore Flyer to me which I had that thought too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the ride, they will chauffeur us home or to anywhere we want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Actual Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went dinner at Al Dente&lt;br /&gt;Took the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Flyer&lt;br /&gt;A little surprise gathering with his poly mates at Harry’s&lt;br /&gt;Got him a G-Shock Metal Frame watch. His old metal frame watch was since Poly days. Apparantly only Casio and G-Shock series carries digital metal framed watch. The rest are Analog versions. Shocking rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Made Tiramisu with my very own special word craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was a very tiring day when it was approaching to the end but it was all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I had a great time planning for his bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850959119952&amp;amp;site=widget-50.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850959119952&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/1801439850959119952/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850959119952&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p2/1801439850959119952/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-6477030278441544885?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6477030278441544885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=6477030278441544885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6477030278441544885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6477030278441544885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/rays-28th-hatchday.html' title='Ray&apos;s 28th HatchDay'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2012672270759193665</id><published>2008-04-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:09:30.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a day away from the next-to-most-important-day of my life and im getting very stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday ran to a few places to get somethings settled. Y I rushed it all yesterday was because I needed to get all the things ready by today. BUT, im having so much difficulties trying to contact the person needed. Arranged for some coordination today but till now, NO CALLS YET!! And its like 4.10pm and NO ONE contacted me yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;STRESS BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt; What if he put my aeroplane? What if he put jetplane? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Just gave him another call and again, dint pick up my phone. SMS also no reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gan Jiong like Spider now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Should I activate my contingency plan? Looks like I have too……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2012672270759193665?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2012672270759193665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2012672270759193665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2012672270759193665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2012672270759193665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-day-away-from-next-to-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4579803153551907504</id><published>2008-04-17T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:58:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a few updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Pineapple and Grape Wine are doing fine. They have entered their fourth day of fermentation. All things are going smoothly and hopefully by the end of next week, I shall be able to enjoy on this drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My flu saga continues. Today one colleague of mine passed me another kind of cold tablets. Asked me to try. If this tablets doesnt work, i promise to see a doc. (after dragging it for so long, it doesnt matter when i see a doc already) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was watching Con Air and the song "How do i live" was played.  That scene was very touching as how Nicholas Cage reunited with his wife and daughter. Brought a tear to my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was pondering about the subject on "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Doing things from the heart&lt;/span&gt;." There will be somethings in our lives which we would do from the heart whereas some you cant wait for it to get done and over with in the shortest period of time. Sad to say that when you do things from the heart, it doesn't happen overnight. Usually it will stretch for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to blog this as a prelude to Ray's Birthday surprise. It is exactly 1 week away from the plan i had installed for  him. Details of the surprise will be revealed next week. However, I would like to take it as a case study. This time, i surprised myself by how much i was "doing things from my heart" for the someone special in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of traits you may find familiar when you "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do things from the heart&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Motivation comes from inside out. More likely to succeed as compared to motivation from external means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Motivation is always the basic push factor for anyone who wants get some things done. Y do pple work? For the money thatz the motivation. The motivation for me to plan for Ray, pretty obvious right? It is because he is someone very special to me and I want him to totally enjoy himself on his bday. To celebrate for him like no one ever had celebrated for him. This is also his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;first bday&lt;/span&gt; that he will be celebrating with me thus it adds on to the significance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;200% effort. Willing to put in more effort and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes "no time" is such a huge excuse which has been overused. When you really want to get things done, no matter how busy you are. Things will be done concurrently. I have also been so caught up in my own world yet for things which i need to do, nothing will stop me from doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Not giving up easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relate this to something which im planning for recently. You will not believe the obstacles i faced while planning for it. However, thankfully i started planning way back thus i had time to react if things do not go according to plan. In total I had to have 3 plans just in case one doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Free flow of ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was planning for things, i think a lot. What's the occasion? The purpose? To whom? When i have finalised the overall reason for it, its time for action. Amazingly, ideas just flowed through me endlessly. I knew i had to plan something out of the world for someone special. I know it has to be out of the extraordinary. Boy, i was surprised i had that. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Happy mood despite hard work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it was not easy for me to plan something special. Then again, i dont think i really planned for anyone else apart from Ray. During the whole preparation, i was more concerned if the things i needed to do fit my plan. Eventually, despite of the planning and coordination with people I dint know, I was more excited when the day approaches. Pray for good weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The anticipation of the recipient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation always requires more time even for that few minutes of surprise. Trust me, the result is all worth it. I cant wait to see his expression when he receives the surprise. Because I know he will be happy* (*in case if he isnt, at least i wont overrate his mood) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Most importantly, "doing things from the heart" really comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It doesnt come from reminders or constant nagging. You will do it means you will do it without anyone telling you so. If it doesnt come from within, probably it never will....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never promise anything which you have no determination to fulfil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If distance is going to be an obstruction, so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4579803153551907504?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4579803153551907504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4579803153551907504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4579803153551907504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4579803153551907504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-some-updates.html' title='Just some updates'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-8038763556454319229</id><published>2008-04-16T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:51:29.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu'/><title type='text'>Flu Flu, Go away Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like my flu is here to stay. Oh ya, by the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boiled Coke doesn't work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its so unexplainable about how my mom would get to know that I was not feeling well. She called me to chit chat and then realised i was not feeling well. Guess my "nose" voice gave myself away. I sounded like the female version of Donald Duck. It was very heartwarming to hear her voice. Asking me how i was and giving me specific instructions on what i can do to ease the nose block. Asking me if i had anything to eat, i have bread with me. My leftover bfast since Monday. Lol. Thanks Mommmieee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Patrick for getting me Lemsip! He learnt that my flu was still stuck with me this morning and he went out all the way to AMK to get this pack of Lemsip. So sweeet.. Thanks Pat! Sorry I dint drink it immediately because I took the other flu tablets. Dint want to mix it up...but thanks thanks ley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset today over a comment made by someone later in the afternoon. Probably I dint realised that i sound pissed. But y would i sound unhappy? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im feeling so drowsy now. I just sneezed 8 times consecutively. Oh my goodness, my nose its even more stuck than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;When are u going to leave me alone?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-8038763556454319229?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8038763556454319229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=8038763556454319229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8038763556454319229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8038763556454319229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/flu-flu-go-away-part-ii.html' title='Flu Flu, Go away Part II'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-367487094619707362</id><published>2008-04-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:18:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Flu, Go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Got hit by this nasty flu since yesterday and it doesn't seem to want to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yet with all the work that is required of me, i could not afford to take any MC this week. I have not felt like this in about 2 years. Yet I am not running a fever, thats the worst thing. The virus its like contained in me waiting for it to explode. Like a sleeping volcano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Got a few remedies hoping to get rid of this nasty virus. From Nin Du Nian Ge Geng Tang to Lemsip to Cold Tablets. The best that i heard so far is , Boiled Coke. Shall try that before i go to sleep tonite. If you are able to read if this method works tomorrow, thank God im alive, if not, probably i never did wake up already. haha. kidding la! What can happen with Coke rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Its raining apes and monkeys just like my spoilt facet. NON STOP! This flu feeling got into my brains and made me stop thinking straight. As it was raining, i decided to cook some porridge for dinner. As i was having dinner, suddenly, felt very lonely. As these two months, ROL has to take charge of his recruits, I had to bear not being able to see him for the moment. Probably because now that im not feeling well, i just felt that again, i have only myself to take care of myself..... I miss Mommmmieeeeee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i miss her asking if im ok. I miss her bringing me to the doc. I miss her bring medicine to me. I miss her covering the blanket for me telling me that i must sweat it out. I miss her waking me up with the Condensed Milk Beverage and Bread. I miss her nagging at me for not taking good care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Many a times i seem to have missed out a lot on living together as a family. For so long i have been living out alone and it really makes me cherish the time i spend with them. Sigh, probably im feeling the lack of TLC right now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh well, guess its just me and my boiled coke for the night. Good night Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-367487094619707362?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/367487094619707362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=367487094619707362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/367487094619707362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/367487094619707362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/flu-flu-go-away.html' title='Flu Flu, Go away...'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3291171560075212415</id><published>2008-04-13T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:16:01.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Enzyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we shared about the method of removing gallstones with my colleagues, one of them shared another receipe using fruits. Its called Fruits Enzyme 果酵 in chinese. The following day, she brought some for us to taste in the office. It tasted like dessert wine and made Patrick's face red as if he drank real wine. However, its not wine, it does not contains alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparantly this recipe is taken before going to sleep. The advantages of this drink is :-&lt;br /&gt;1) Helps our body replenish certain enzymes which is lost as we age. The enzyme is essential for good health.&lt;br /&gt;2) Aids blood circulation&lt;br /&gt;3) Aids digestion&lt;br /&gt;4) Cures insomnia. When i drank it in office, i felt "high" lor. So figured out it will solve my insomnia problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For this recipe you can choose from a few choices of fruits. Apple, DragonFruit, Pineapple, Grapes etc. Some has said that the nicest is DragonFruit.&lt;br /&gt;For my try, I will be doing  Grape and Pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH4kpG3DRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pvNzXr9YirY/s1600-h/P1011961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH4kpG3DRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pvNzXr9YirY/s200/P1011961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188701554101128466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS (For 1 Jar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) abt 2kg of Ripe Grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) 1.5 packets of Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;3) 1 Big Yellow Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;METHOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH6LpG3DTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SiLSCaPW4No/s1600-h/P1011960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH6LpG3DTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SiLSCaPW4No/s200/P1011960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188703323627654450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The key to make this recipe work is that your utensils and ingredients &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST NOT&lt;/span&gt; come in contact with any water. Thus I would wash everything the night before and air it dry before I start on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; place the lemons in the fridge as it will form water vapour once it is removed from the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH5UpG3DSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aX5UNXXPM_4/s1600-h/P1011964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH5UpG3DSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aX5UNXXPM_4/s200/P1011964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188702378734849314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pound all 1.5 pack of brown sugar until it breaks down into smaller pieces. This allows the sugar to melt faster when it ferments.&lt;br /&gt;After pounding, leave aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH7L5G3DUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/62j42QJ6Q_Y/s1600-h/P1011965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH7L5G3DUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/62j42QJ6Q_Y/s200/P1011965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188704427434249538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Peel off the skin of the lemons including the white skin. Ensure it is as bare as possible. Slice the lemons into small pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH7-JG3DVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QXIghSjvzGs/s1600-h/P1011966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH7-JG3DVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QXIghSjvzGs/s200/P1011966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188705290722676050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sliced the grape into halves and place the flesh facing down. Line them up neatly until the bottom is filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH8h5G3DWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qftLWyTHyuk/s1600-h/P1011967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH8h5G3DWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qftLWyTHyuk/s200/P1011967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188705904902999394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Line up the 2 pieces of sliced lemons on top of the grapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH83pG3DXI/AAAAAAAAARE/12JBS4mvxaM/s1600-h/P1011968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH83pG3DXI/AAAAAAAAARE/12JBS4mvxaM/s200/P1011968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706278565154162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sprinkle a handful of brown sugar all over. Repeat the steps until the grapes and lemons are finished. Top the remaining brown sugar before closing the lid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH9P5G3DYI/AAAAAAAAARM/MrOcrkViEno/s1600-h/P1011972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH9P5G3DYI/AAAAAAAAARM/MrOcrkViEno/s200/P1011972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706695176981890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Using a airtight glass container (to use extra plastic and tissue paper to ensure that no air will enter the bottle) to contain the above method and close it.&lt;br /&gt;Allow 2 weeks for fermentation to take place.&lt;br /&gt;Turn the bottle Clockwise / Anticlockwise (your choice) for the next few days, this will mix the flavours together.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks, drain off the remains and seperate the "essence" into another glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Drink it as pleased before you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH-t5G3DZI/AAAAAAAAARU/d8wH5856XRg/s1600-h/P1011970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH-t5G3DZI/AAAAAAAAARU/d8wH5856XRg/s200/P1011970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188708310084685202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did the same twice but this time using pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i will mix the Juice extract from both grapes and pineapple together in the glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results : Home Made "Fake" Dessert Wine. (To me lah!) Its not real wine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH_k5G3DaI/AAAAAAAAARc/G24LQW35zxY/s1600-h/P1011963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH_k5G3DaI/AAAAAAAAARc/G24LQW35zxY/s200/P1011963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188709254977490338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;For these two weeks, i will keep you posted on the progress on the fermentation until the ultimate result comes out.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, when i first tasted it, I fell in love with it thatz y im doing it this week. It has this sweet taste that just makes you want to get a second serving. As for now, I can only wait for 2 weeks before I can taste this self made "fake" wine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I accidentally cut myself when i was slicing the pineapples. This fruit is more slippery than any other fruits, thus do exercise more care if you are going to use pineapple too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time spent : 4 -5 hours (including washing and cleaning up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay tuned.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3291171560075212415?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3291171560075212415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3291171560075212415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3291171560075212415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3291171560075212415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/fruit-enzyme.html' title='Fruit Enzyme'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/SAH4kpG3DRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pvNzXr9YirY/s72-c/P1011961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-8456085837431160545</id><published>2008-04-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:54:28.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely, Maybeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caught Definitely, Maybe with Nana last nite. Thou it was a long movie, it does triggers a lot of thoughts and comments. Simple story line but makes people think deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;1) You may think you married the one you love most but to find at after marriage, its otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;2) The person whom you thought you loved most may not necessary completes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;3) Whatever that its written here represents my thoughts only. It does not apply to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recaps on few of the scenes&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;William (The leading male actor) had to fly to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; for 2 months on a new job. Leaving his girlfriend (Emily, who became his wife eventually) behind. Worried that he will change and fall for another girl when he is in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, William assured Emily that he will not change. Throughout his stay there, there were temptations and he almost fell for it, he controlled and waited for Emily to go over to New York where he will propose to her but to find out that she has strayed back home.&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;you have to watch it to know how they got married at last. Life its just a big circle, but still ended up in divorce. Headache ah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Breach of trust here. William thought he could trust Emily but in the end, Emily broke his heart. Of cuz, overtime, (time heals) when Emily and William got to see each other at a party, things started to bloom again BUT ended up in divorce. Humans are soooo complicated arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trust. How do you know when you can completely trust someone? By feeling? By fact? Or simply just trust for sake of trusting? Trusting comes from within if not forget it. Yes I admit I do selective trusting. Not all people are worth trusting. Yes, I do not trust easily too and if I do, better not breach it, I will turn mean. *evil grinz*.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One of the few touching scenes were the part where William after losing his well-paid job took up a lowly paid job at a library in order to get links to find a lost book for April (one of the ladies who turned out to be William’s true love).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I truly believe from doing things from the heart. Only when you truly want to do something for someone special for you, your heart will automatically want to do things for the person. Even if the process of getting it done is tough, it is all worth it. But if one is feeling stress about this, then probably will think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember there was this joke that went around the office previously. We were talking about the wife of a big boss. She gave birth to another boy and the boss is given her a Rolex as a “reward”. Then he was like telling the guys of our company. Women, must start with a “Casio” then “Swatch” then slowly increase the value. Cannot give them the best in the beginning cuz they will start to compare and if the value is lower than previous then the women would feel “unimportant”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THIS IS ONLY AN EXAMPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maya. William’s daughter whom helped him find his happiness back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess im not so magnanimous in this case. However, I try to keep a neutral stand on parent’s affairs.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;People always say that things will always change before and after marriage. Indeed the show does replicate true life incidents. Y would the perfect marriage end up in divorce? IN the show, they of cuz did not go into the details y but we can only imagine. But then again, I do see married couples still being lovey dovey despite having kids at home. Kudos to J’s hubby, still doting her as if they just got together. Hahaha. Got a SGDX,XXX.00 diamond necklace for pressie and HOLIDAY! Gosh i want a holiday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;To J : Remember to bring back pressies from your &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; trip hor, dun forget us  *wink*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So conclusion, its pretty subjective in each case. I would feel that yeah, things will be different, there will be ups and downs but eventually there will be more happy times together. As for me, I can only wait and see and pray hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-8456085837431160545?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8456085837431160545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=8456085837431160545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8456085837431160545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8456085837431160545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/definitely-maybeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Definitely, Maybeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3962667455845503723</id><published>2008-04-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:33:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Way of Removing Gallstones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve got this Gallstone removal method from Patrick. The originator is by Dr Lai Chiu Nan. For more info, you can log into the following link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foodasmedicine.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-remove-gallstones-from-your.html"&gt;http://foodasmedicine.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-remove-gallstones-from-your.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gallstones&lt;/b&gt; may not be everyone's concern. But they should be because we all have them. Moreover, gallstones may lead to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two risk factors for gallbladder disease increase by sixth to eight times. These are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. heavy intake of saturated fat and cholesterol in the diet, which increases bile salt production, and&lt;br /&gt;2. being overweight.Obesity not only increases the frequency of the condition, but it also makes surgery to correct it more difficult and more hazardous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 bottles of Apple juice (Recommended Brand : Berri)&lt;br /&gt;Epsom Salt&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil (Cold pressed)&lt;br /&gt;2 Grapefruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Method (1 week procedure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1 – Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the first 5 days, take 4 glasses of apple juice everyday or eat 4 or 5 apples, whichever you prefer. Apple juice softens the gallstones. During the 5 days, eat normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;(What I did : Drink it in the morning, afternoon, evening and before going to sleep (all before meals&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have something light for breakfast and lunch. On the sixth day, take no dinner. Avoid food after 2pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;What I did : Had bread in the morning + half plate of spaghetti in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At 5.50pm. take a tablespoon of Epsom Salt (magnesium sulphate) with a glass of warm water (100ml cold + 100ml hot). Leave the solution alone for about 10 mins. At 6p.m. drink it with a straw (which I took from any bubble tea shops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At 7.50pm. repeat the same as above. Drink at 8p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Magnesium sulphate opens the gallbladder ducts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R_w183a1bXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/L4QSgBLGsgs/s1600-h/Epsom+Salt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R_w183a1bXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/L4QSgBLGsgs/s200/Epsom+Salt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187080190608895346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At 10pm. Take 1/2 cup (125ml) of olive oil with 180ml Grapefruit juice (freshly squeezed). Mix it well and hard (using a shaker) and drink it. The oil lubricates the stones to ease their passage. SLEEP IMMEDIATELY. Lie to your right side of your&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;body (because gall bladder is on your right side). Curl your knees up as close to your chest and hold it with your hands for at least half an hour. After that sleep as per normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;What I did: I squeeze grapefruit juice out after drinking the solution at 8p.m, I kept it in the fridge because I prefer it chilled. At 9.30p.m, I make sure im all ready to go to bed immediately after drinking this. Thus at 10p.m sharp, I mixed it up and drank it. Rinsed the oily bottle and jumped onto bed. Curled myself up and try to sleep. Before I know it I was asleep until the next morning&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (Important tip: Drink slowly for better result, avoid food after 2 pm. and expect more output the next day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next morning, you will find green stones in your stools. Usually they float.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(What I did : I collected samples, ahhahah, pictures below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drink the Epsom Salt Solution in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours, drink the last Epsom Salt Solution.&lt;br /&gt;After another 2 hours, drink one cup of apple juice&lt;br /&gt;After another 0.5 hours, eat some fruits&lt;br /&gt;After another 1 hour, eat something light (im having cornflakes)&lt;br /&gt;By evening 6p.m, you can return to your normal eating habits. (im going to have PIZZA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't have any symptoms of gallstones, you still might have some. It's always good to give your gallbladder a clean up now and then. You'll find that your digestion is much better afterward."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My take on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had just seen the most disgusting thing that came out from my body. Never will I ever believe that I have such things in me until today. One of my reason to see if this method work is Ray. His stomach keeps giving him problems. So I wanted to prove if this method works and it did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Timing is very crucial in this process. I had to set alarm for all the things I needed to do including drinking my apple juice on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Drinking Epsom Salt Solution and OliveOil+Grapefruit juice may not be the bestest thing you will ever feel like doing but its part of the process. Force is the word and its really not so bad to know that it can save your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day, best if you are at home most of the time but if not possible it is still alrite but you just want to make sure that you a clean toilet nearby. You will experience yourself visiting the toilet more often on the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day, some even on the sixth day after drinking Epsom salt solution. Thus its advisable to stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Your appetite will improve tremendously but before not to overeat because you would have gone hungry for more than 24hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will never believe it until you try and see it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For those who are faint hearted, the following picture may not be suitable for viewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viewer’s discretion needed. P.s : These are GALLSTONES only. Doesnt it look like Coco Pops in Green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R_w3n3a1bYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Qd5RdkAz-Ck/s1600-h/P1011962a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R_w3n3a1bYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Qd5RdkAz-Ck/s320/P1011962a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187082028854898050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3962667455845503723?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3962667455845503723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3962667455845503723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3962667455845503723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3962667455845503723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/natural-way-of-removing-gallstones.html' title='Natural Way of Removing Gallstones'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R_w183a1bXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/L4QSgBLGsgs/s72-c/Epsom+Salt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5353701000304585470</id><published>2008-04-08T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:05:32.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush it or Live it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is indeed a roller coaster but the difference with my roller coaster is that its always down. I can say that life is unfair but that’s the way life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recap on the recent happenings, I should be cursing and swearing with all my might but instead somehow I managed to still joke and smile. Although yes, all the things lost were indeed painful but dunno ley, somehow, I still managed to survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-a sudden drop in my bank account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-17,000 miles from UA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Four studded Cross Diamond Necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Chance of making SGD30k extra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last to add to the list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-2k additional for payment of taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And….. I may be facing some serious law issues…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When all these happen, I can jolly well whine and feel as if the whole world is treating me bad. I may even think of the unthinkable things that I can do to myself in order not to bear the monetary loss pain. But is it worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant deny it was definitely a heavy stone I have to carry, I even thought of getting back in contact to those pple who owes me $$ and demand for payment. But think again, whats the use? If they know they had borrowed money, they will naturally return the money to u if they are your real friends. To choose to “lose contact” with me and then in turn for me not to get back at them, I wash my hands……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Believe it or not, this entry doesn’t sound as depressing as it is. In fact, im writing this entry in an optimistic manner. The heavy stone is still there but im thankful that I have gained more than what I have lost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-My mom’s still with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Better and stronger sibling ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think just the 2 points above made me realized that I’ve got more than wad’s lost. I realized how much my two brothers have grown up and im so proud of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I declare, George &amp;amp; Bryan Low, Im truly proud of you both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now you see, im trying to prove a point that whether to live on with life or completely destroy yourself its in our hands. We steer our lives the way we want it to be. In fact, I feel that this should be a lesson learnt for me. It just teaches me not to be so kind to all people. Some just ask for help when needed but when you are in need, they run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is the fugly side of life, Live it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5353701000304585470?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5353701000304585470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5353701000304585470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5353701000304585470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5353701000304585470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/04/crush-it-or-live-it.html' title='Crush it or Live it'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5887222268224530523</id><published>2008-03-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:17:19.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easter Weekend had just zipped past. Easter Day now serves a total different meaning to Ray and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There was a Pasar Malam at Tampines. Food is always a must-get whenever there is an event like this going on. Candy Floss, Kebab, Otak-Otak, Ramly Burgers (Thou I still prefer the authentic Road Side Stall Ramly Burger in JB) and not forgetting Putu Piring!! Gosh! Its soooo nice. It is like Tutu Kwey but the flour used its different from the Tutu Kwey and instead of the usual peanut and coconut filling they used gula Melaka. Gula Melaka tastes good by itself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This time, we decided to try smtg else. We bought ourselves one packet of durian! Not cheap u know. Since it came without the “Casing”, we figured out we will not be able to get rid of the durian smell after that. We improvised our way of eating durians. We used Glad Wrap to wrap our fingers up! Hhaha.. It worked and we did not have the smell on our fingers after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-ncKHa1bWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tnN_C38bFww/s1600-h/P1011960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-ncKHa1bWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tnN_C38bFww/s320/P1011960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181914912614870370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5887222268224530523?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5887222268224530523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5887222268224530523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5887222268224530523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5887222268224530523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-ncKHa1bWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tnN_C38bFww/s72-c/P1011960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3493064442086483745</id><published>2008-03-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:17:07.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy like Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im happy like fairy……….    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Just when I was about to blog about the bad day yesterday but my honey bunny made it all ok for me….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Here is the story…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Summary of the Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was hell yesterday. Was being accused by someone. And Sobz, Ling told me she dint manage to get my bag. Sounds so minor now tat im able to just list out in two sentences. Oh nevermind. I have forgotten what really happened already becuz of what the Good has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard’s day work, I’ve decided to go for my jog with Patrick. It is our weekly routine to go running every week and I did slack for 2 weeks I think haha. So ok back to the tracks yesterday. After which, my dear told me to meet him at Tampines Mall. I was like y not you come back home first. He just answered,”Just come.” Ok.. I submitted…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon after I met up with him and was going for dinner at Sakae Sushi. Yumz….. On our way there, I was puzzled on the paper bag that he was holding onto. So I questioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S : What is it in the bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R : Some food for my guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S : Then how come it isnt NTUC Plastic Bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R : Ohh, cuz the plastic bag broke and some nice auntie gave him a paper bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S : hrmmm… oooooo…..kkkkkkkkkkk…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We reached Sakae and before anything else, Dear said, here, to make sure you enjoy your dinner even more…… my eyes open up wide immediately! It was the Coach Bag … FOR MEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear had collaborated with Ling to get that bag for me and purposely ask Ling to tell me that she dint get the bag at last (See under Summary of the Bad). But it was a Plot! Ahhaa. The reason y dear asked me to meet him straight at TM was because he went looking for a card which consist of the phrase from Romans 8:37-38 which depicts about love. The significance of this phrase is that we are supposed to memorize it for CG this Sunday but most importantly to remind us about the love we have for each other. Aweeee.. isnt that sweet? Ling mentioned in sms, say that now im happy like fairy .. hhaha.. found this description very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I miss shopping in States!! As I’ve mentioned some things are really cheaper over there. Things like Guess, DKNY, Fossil, CK, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Levis&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;… etc. All these are atas brands in SG but its like “Giordano” over there. Last year in July when I was in States, I got myself some reli good stuffs from there. I was influenced by Yann Huei and Cass when they wanted me to get them things from Coach. When I was at the factory outlet in Vegas and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los   Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, there isnt what they wanted there. However when I returned to San Fran, I went to their boutique and found it there. Upon all the browsing, I could not resist but pamper myself with one wristlet too and it was less than SGD100.00. Thou I knew I had burst my budget but what the heck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After I had to discard my Todd’s bag cuz it was damaged, I dint have another kind of such bags but now, I’ve gotten this wonderful surprise from Dear. I cant bear to use the bag now.. haha….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thankssssssssssssssss Dearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…! Muackz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dun bear to unwrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CAY9Vyh3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JEnkrjM1ziw/s1600-h/Coach-unwrap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CAY9Vyh3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JEnkrjM1ziw/s320/Coach-unwrap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179280737747240818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dear with my New Coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CAlNVyh4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AkQ1Vajauos/s1600-h/Coach+with+Dear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CAlNVyh4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AkQ1Vajauos/s320/Coach+with+Dear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179280948200638338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CBHdVyh5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/qQiOEWGg5ik/s1600-h/My+Collection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CBHdVyh5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/qQiOEWGg5ik/s320/My+Collection.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179281536611157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-B_cdVyh2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/4LTEPz_Si40/s1600-h/My+Collection.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3493064442086483745?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3493064442086483745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3493064442086483745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3493064442086483745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3493064442086483745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-like-fairy.html' title='Happy like Fairy'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CAY9Vyh3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JEnkrjM1ziw/s72-c/Coach-unwrap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-7292734571246268471</id><published>2008-03-17T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:06:08.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Movies Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Movies that I’ve caught so far :-&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Horton&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10,000 BC&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;August Rush&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Death Note&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah Long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Juno&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Step Up 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Leap Years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spiderwick&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The WaterHorse&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’ve now converted into a Regular Movie Goer @ Tampines Mall only. Haha. I can even memorize the advertisements they air before the show starts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The “Bad” Cheetah Pepsi Max Drink, Visa Beijing Olympics, Gadarate Drink blah blah blah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even the Kung Fu Panda advert to ask pple to shut their hps off and stop texting and that he will be watching us, dint sound farnie already. But it did its charm when I first saw this being aired.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Two movies which touched me were August Rush and The Leap Years. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There was not much campaign and thrillers for August Rush however, the little boy who acted in it is apparently in Spiderwick too! The reason y I found it touching was becuz of this boy whom believed in his faith in music and how music lead him to finding his parents. It is pretty magical but the arrangement of the soundtrack is simply amazing. Brings chill down my spine. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As for The Leap Years, I have to applaud Wong Li-Lin and the Cute guy for their acting skills. Touched by their love for each other. However, will that ever happen in real life? Well, have to just keep that as doubtful for the moment.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nana asked me to watch Sky of Love. Apparently, its those teary teary movie. Then again, I wouldn’t want to watch a teary movie in the theatres, most prob would ruin my make up. I rather rent it as a DVD and have a good cry at home. Haha. When you watch it in theatres, you have a tendency to control those tears back but soon you start to near noses go wild and pple starting to take tissues out. Haha. Quite farnie ley.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This week is a short wkg week for me. Having to go for my check up on Wed Noon and Thurs which till now I have no idea what time my appt is. Then Yeah! Good Friday! Thanksgiving Day! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s the time of the Year again. To file for your income tax, have you done it yet? Haiz, must pay and pay again. Sianx. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cant wait for Ling to come back from her trip! Had asked her to get me something for me. I just miss shopping in States. Imagine getting a DKNY jeans at USD39 or a Roxy Top st USD10. Fossil Watch at USD20. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; Secrets Lingerie! Gotta save up and visit the Eastern part next time round&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In need of a good rest man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-7292734571246268471?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7292734571246268471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=7292734571246268471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7292734571246268471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7292734571246268471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/03/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies Movies Movies'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5841976957018516453</id><published>2008-02-14T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:43:13.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Today is Valentine’s Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A Day which celebrates Love and Friendship. Also a Day that Retailers earn most profit. A day where all guys’ name, who buy from the retailers, are changed to “Robert”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Cinz : Im so glad to hear that you are feeling all loved and cherished again. Im looking forward to what Derrick has installed for u. Pls pls keep me updated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To Derrick : I kept the promise of not telling Cinz about the Roses wor. Enjoy &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dinner and plans tonite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;ROL is down with the flu bug. Poor dear.. pray that he will recover asap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking forward to the dinner you’ve prepared for me tonite. I really appreciate that you are going thru these despite being down with the flu. Thanks for doing the laundry last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is in the air today!! Happy Valentine’s Day to all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5841976957018516453?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5841976957018516453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5841976957018516453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5841976957018516453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5841976957018516453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1178742729727678589</id><published>2008-02-13T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:01:20.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Meet Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Friendship is eternal. I am truly blessed with a few circle of friendships till today. Im sure you know who you are and I want to thank you all for coming into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I met up with the pioneer group. My secondary school mates. Our friendship goes back a long way about more than a decade ago. A circle of friendship that endured that long cannot be broken at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Each time we meet, we felt as if we were back in those days. Gossiping, chatting, lotsa laughters. However, each of us always have smtg to update. Congrats Boon on your wedding in June. I am looking forward to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Before I met up with them at Raffles Place, I saw a lot of familiar faces there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;1) Another Sec sch mate – but she did not see me. Was not very close to her but she gave me an advise which I never forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;2) Mark – Poly friend. He was as usual the cool cool beach boy type. Still not much changes in him but can sense that he is more stable and settled already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;3) Gosh, I forgot his name but he was from my uni class. Sorry whoever you are. It was sure pleasant to catch up with you. I believe you would have forgotten my name too. Hiakhiakz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;4) Ying Ying – N’s Sis. Thou he has chose to cut off contact with me, it doesn’t meant that I can’t still catch up with her. She is turning to be more woman. Good for her. It was nice to catch up with her over that few minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Oh well, back to our topic. This friendship is so special to me. We practically saw each of us progress in life. Now we are all happily attached and all almost ready to enter next level in life. Boon is the first to step into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Boon : Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The highlight of the gathering was about her. How her bf proposed was absolutely romantic. It was a getaway cruise w/o her knowing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;He took leave for her on her behalf. Packed her clothes and passport and just went on the cruise just like that. Amazing thing was how he managed to hide the bouquet of flowers! She was stunned! Got her a dinner dress but forgot to bring heels for her. Boon so cute, refused to wear the dress cuz no heels. Then at dinner (public). Lights dimmed, pianist changed song. Out came her prince charming, on one knee .. Viola! Success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;So fast, im attending her wedding this June and going to be Jie Mei again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mel : moving to Melbourne.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mel will be moving to Melbourne! So cool, was saying that we could bunk in with her if we were to visit Melbourne. We are saying about visiting Great Barrier Reef! Oh well, will see how it goes on this. Hopefully can get to visit her sometime over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Cant wait to see them again. Our meet ups are always short and not enough time to complete all we need to say. Looking forward to the next meet up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1178742729727678589?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1178742729727678589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1178742729727678589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1178742729727678589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1178742729727678589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/02/annual-meet-up.html' title='Annual Meet Up'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6537800299501974539</id><published>2008-01-29T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:14:39.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Bus Journey</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last had a long bus ride home alone.&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my mom back into Malaysia yesterday and came back on the same day. Anyway, my main entry will be on this bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once someone told me that he likes taking long bus rides because that is the only time where he has time to think and recap on his life. It is somewhat true. When you are on a long bus journey home, it is a good time for one to just set your mind free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that it was not one of the most enjoyable bus ride for sure. &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, for those who know what happened to my family recently. I feel so helpless in many ways. Seeing how she has to withstand the pain alone. Seeing her hair drop with every stroke, was really painful. Yet she still smiles and cracked jokes with us. Share with you one of the lame jokes she told us. Bryan and me was having a discussion on baby names and Bryan told me that he wants to name his son Beckham Low. Then was asking her if Beckham Low sounds nice. She replied, Bacon Low? Then Chinese name will be “Liu Huo Tui” (Liu, our surname in Chinese and “Huo Tui” is Bacon in Chinese). Can you imagine that? We juz had a good time laughing at it.&lt;br /&gt;So much help is needed at home right now but I cant possibly take leaves on weekdays now. Spring cleaning is always a big issue at home. Just have to try to make do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-6537800299501974539?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6537800299501974539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=6537800299501974539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6537800299501974539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6537800299501974539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-bus-journey.html' title='Long Bus Journey'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5858124871694463588</id><published>2008-01-25T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:48:24.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Back to Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ding Dong Ding Dong….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Im back to earth! Here are some updates on my Thailand Trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;First of all, I would like to say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; is a place where you will always return.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This time I went to her islands, Koh Tao and Koh Samui. You probably would have heard about Koh Samui and not so much of Koh Tao but I tell you, Ray and myself are probably the only Chinese on the island. Not to mention we were mistaken as Thais. I had 3 occasions where they spoke to me in Thai and to realize how come I gave a blank look not knowing how to response. Only till then, they knew I wasn’t part of them. Anyway, they are really really very nice and warm people. No doubt that Ray and myself were mistaken cuz we were juz so generous with our smiles.. hurhurhur…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AT KOH TAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;After the “long” journey to Koh Tao, we finally reached the island at 1530. We started the journey at 0430 lor…! The reason for the “long” journey was because most of the time I kinda fell asleep as soon as I got to sit down. On the plane, on the ferry..that’s it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I was in dreamland…. Guess the 2 weeks of insomnia caught up with me. I was desperately trying to recup for the loss sleep I experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ROL had his theory lesson right on the same day of our arrival. I had to luxury of taking it slow and steady. I ordered lunch to be sent to his classroom and there I accompanied him while he watches the video. The lesson ended earlier than expected, we went to explore the island in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Koh Tao is a diving island. It has nothing except tons of R&amp;amp;R. Night life is zilch over there except for some chill out bars by the beach. The roads were practically deserted and no one would really travel on it. We settled for a quaint Thai rest along the main road. Concluded that the Tom Yam Soup served in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; are still the best. That explains y it is a signature dish. After dinner, we decided to head back to our resort as ROL had homework to do. However, ROL was hooked onto Gladiator instead!! We K.Oed as we were really tired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Woke up next morning, ROL had to rush through his unfinished assignments. As for me, I hanged out by the beach and the pool to soak up some sun. Took a dip in the cool waters and tried snorkeling. However, it is really incomparable to diving. ROL is really amazing, what meant to be a full day academic (indoor) lesson was over within half a day. He managed to ace in his exam and was allowed to pass with flying colours. We then decided to explore their villages. Guess what was our mode of transportation. Motorcycle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ROL and myself have totally no experience in riding but we decided to go ahead with it. Since ROL is the man, he took liberty to be the rider and myself to be the pillion. Riding without license and safety helmet, our parents better not see these photos or else….. However, for the sake of my dear friends, here you go….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, I injured myself while giving a go at riding. Tssk, I really cannot make it lor, I will stick to driving and diving. We rented the bike for SGD10 and it was for 24hours. However, we returned it later in the evening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was ROL’s confined pool the next day, again, I was lazing around the poolside with my little book which I only completed a few pages. I dozed off once again. It was just too conducive. Breezy, light waves, splashes of water, a comfortable sunchair under the beach umbrella, how could I resist that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yippie, we were finally going for the dives in the afternoon. ROL is really lucky, he was the only student in the class thus he got private instructor. Used to remember I had 8 students in my class. I had a refresher on my first dive because I have not been diving for almost one year. Koh Tao is no doubt a diving paradise. It was absolutely excellent for diving. I clocked in 4 dives across 2 days, took it slow and steady as I do not want to tire myself out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Apart from all the ups of the trip, I had some downs too. Other than the injury I had from riding, I developed a rash, similar to the rash which I got when I was in States. I try not to let it affect me too much. Other then that, I had a slight inflammation on my right ear which caused me some problems during diving. However, I visited the local clinic and got some medication and the total cost was only SGD5. The medication worked well and I was able to equalize during my descend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Food wise, the most popular would of cuz be the authentic Thai Food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Next to it would be Italian and Western. Pretty normal and guess it was to accommodate to the majority of the crowd if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;they can’t eat Thai food. I would like to highlight on something I tried over there. FLAMING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;BANANA! It is a dessert banana served in honey and orange sauce. Before serving, it is topped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;with flamed alcohol which was later poured onto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the banana. Sweet bitter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;that tinkles your taste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;buds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AT KOH SAMUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Life is much more lively on Koh Samui. We checked in this lovely villa. It has only 8 villas on its compound. The staff were extremely friendly. We were greeted with bright pearlies plus a glass of lychee martini. The villa is more of modern contemporary. Using white as its main colour, simple yet elegant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I love Villa Nalinnada! Own private Jacuzzi, breakfast in room overlooking the ocean. We were like VIPS! Experiencing fine dining at their restaurant, poolside dinner and not to mention…SPA..! yes…SPA…. On the first day, I enjoyed a 90min Aromatherapy massage at about SGD50 whereas ROL had a Swedish. On the second day, ROL pampered ourselves with a SPA Package of 3hours (comprising of a body polish, a massage and a facial) at less then SGD150.00. It was soooo relaxing that we both K.Oed during the process especially in the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SPA package.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now that im back from heaven to earth, life still goes on&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Im glad that this trip ease&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my tension&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and stress. If there is an opportunity, I would visit these islands again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Here is a slideshow some of the photos taken. Cant show all (some discretion needed) .ahhah. no la.. we snapped around 600photos lor, cant possibly post all up too.. =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-28.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="475" width="600" style="width:600px;height:475px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-28.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1801439850950798120&amp;site=widget-28.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1801439850950798120&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p1/1801439850950798120/ms_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1801439850950798120&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p2/1801439850950798120/ms_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1801439850950798120&amp;map=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-28.slide.com/m/1801439850950798120/ms_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5858124871694463588?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5858124871694463588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5858124871694463588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5858124871694463588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5858124871694463588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-earth.html' title='Back to Earth'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3708276268725415915</id><published>2008-01-09T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:04:11.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNT DOWN TO THAILAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;COUNT DOWN : 1 more working day to my long-awaited trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Life is not all about work. We must learn how to balance up one’s lifestyle. However, before the sweet comes the bitter. For the past few months, I have been working non-stop for this company. Especially when it approaches my leaves, the work load seems to increase even more. Everytime I go on leave, something extraordinary will coop up at work, it never fails. I am anticipating what will coop up this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I have not packed my bags yet! Im targeting to get it done by tonight. Guess by tomorrow I will be in holiday mood already. Shiok! This is by far the shortest wait I had to a holiday. Usually I would plan my holidays like 3 months before, AT least. However, this time, it was less than 1 month. Advantage is that the wait isnt long. Disadvantage is that you have to pay a higher price for tickets. Oh well, you cant get the best out of both worlds right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Going to list out a few places which ROL and I are planning to visit in the Year 2008 :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Apr 08 &amp;amp; Aug 08 – Kuala Lumpur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) China – To bring my mom on a trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) New Zealand or Taiwan – For a Road Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4) More diving trips – Tioman, Sipadan, Bali, Maldives?? (hint hint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Time to save save save again. With proper planning, I am sure we are able to work out on something. Actually come to think of it, the cost of this trip is almost the same as if we were going Maldives. Saw some of Wee Keong’s diving pictures and I was practically drooling over it. My ROL says that now we are able to go dive the world together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Honey, Just want to say thanks to you. I know that one of the major reason y you took up diving was because of me too and I really appreciate that you turned your words into action. Diving is something which I really enjoy doing and I really thank you now that we can become dive buddies! Like what you said, its about a couple doing and experiencing the Experience together. Next, Let’s wakeboard! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Having intentions to change my handphone. Any recommendations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Can’t wait to snap snap snap pictures from my trip and show it to you guys! 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This year has been filled with extreme ups and downs like a gigantic ferris wheel. The ups are gradual and the downs are smooth. What I can conclude for this year is that, it was a tough but fulfilling ride.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Celebrating the last few days of 2007 with a blast could not be better. Other than celebrating the real meaning of Christmas, there were gatherings filled with much love and laughters. This was the first year that I had a Christmas tree at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Met up with my unimates at Amara for hi-tea plus xmas gift exchange session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmCedlp6I/AAAAAAAAANg/WtPR6LZ6dxk/s1600-h/1st-pose-with-all-presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmCedlp6I/AAAAAAAAANg/WtPR6LZ6dxk/s320/1st-pose-with-all-presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148570991737546658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmPOdlp7I/AAAAAAAAANo/Tjr79-LRcW4/s1600-h/nicer-pix-w-tip-of-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmPOdlp7I/AAAAAAAAANo/Tjr79-LRcW4/s320/nicer-pix-w-tip-of-tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148571210780878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmbOdlp8I/AAAAAAAAANw/ltqYBg6MwK0/s1600-h/suz-y-u-pulling-my-hair-ah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmbOdlp8I/AAAAAAAAANw/ltqYBg6MwK0/s320/suz-y-u-pulling-my-hair-ah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148571416939308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Met up with my poly mates during Xmas eve, went for makan and chill out session after that. Had a hilarious time at Villa Bali. Dear had to even show off his underwear colour.. hurhurhur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nk2Odlp3I/AAAAAAAAANI/O9LvWR8FO-4/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nk2Odlp3I/AAAAAAAAANI/O9LvWR8FO-4/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148569681772521330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NlZ-dlp4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/w_fnFN4uE8k/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NlZ-dlp4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/w_fnFN4uE8k/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148570295952844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nlwedlp5I/AAAAAAAAANY/Jeb4Mx6Koxc/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nlwedlp5I/AAAAAAAAANY/Jeb4Mx6Koxc/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148570682499901330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Went church on xmas itself followed by lunch with my cell group after which had a mini fellowship session at my place. Cinz roasted turkey for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yummmy…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Just look at all the food and log cake we had. We had to play games to finish up the foods. Perry and Jamie are soooo cute, they actually hid our presents ard the house and we had this mini treasure hunting right at my own home... by the end of it, all of us were soooo tired but we ended up by popping champagne (IN THE TOILET) because we were so scared the popper flies and hit somebody. THis is sooo out of the world.... Cheers everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NnR-dlp-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/GrS_B1_HtFw/s1600-h/P1011942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NnR-dlp-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/GrS_B1_HtFw/s400/P1011942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148572357537146850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nnmedlp_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AcuJloaD2_o/s1600-h/P1011943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nnmedlp_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AcuJloaD2_o/s400/P1011943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148572709724465138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is a special year because I had Ray to celebrate this season of love. Although I could not really feel the spirit of Xmas this year due to overload in work, I found myself being preparing for Xmas unknowingly. Especially planning the surprise for Dear. I made him a personalized calendar. Bought him his real Xmas present, a Braun Buffel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;wallet and smtg else. Hahaha…. Im so glad that Dear got surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;As for me, I got my very first Gucci Shades plus a bonus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Che Che&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Key &amp;amp; Coin Pouch in Purple!! How awesome can that get? Dear really got atas taste lor... hahah.. well, i get to stand advantage ahh  opps.. kekekke... Thanks for everything.. I really appreciate the hussle you went thru to get me the pouch. It is soo difficult getting something i wanted. Just like the shades, only one that dint touch my high cheeks when i smile. Im just a tough nut. Also thanks for trying to surprise me, you almost got me there. HIding the pouch in a Yoshinoya wrapper to "hide" it. ahhaha.. so cute lor but really thanks...It gets even better….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nm7udlp9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8B3aH_vnxZw/s1600-h/P1011936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nm7udlp9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8B3aH_vnxZw/s400/P1011936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148571975285057490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NoS-dlqAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pI_Nl1x_oNs/s1600-h/P1011944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NoS-dlqAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pI_Nl1x_oNs/s400/P1011944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148573474228643842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We are going on a diving trip  in Koh Tao and R&amp;amp;R at Koh Samui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sneak Preview at Koh Tao Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NjuedlpxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0o5Wfe5jyfE/s1600-h/panorama_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NjuedlpxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0o5Wfe5jyfE/s320/panorama_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568449116907282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NjVOdlpvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tkiZPqGJjSo/s1600-h/DSC_6276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NjVOdlpvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tkiZPqGJjSo/s320/DSC_6276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568015325210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NjiudlpwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bSPHs2nneQ0/s1600-h/DSC_6481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NjiudlpwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bSPHs2nneQ0/s320/DSC_6481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568247253444354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sneak Preview at Koh Samui Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nj4udlpyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mdh15vSbr9s/s1600-h/nalinnadda_4_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nj4udlpyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mdh15vSbr9s/s400/nalinnadda_4_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568625210566434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nj_-dlpzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pon9GRzpvUY/s1600-h/nalinnadda_5_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3Nj_-dlpzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pon9GRzpvUY/s400/nalinnadda_5_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568749764618034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NkSOdlp2I/AAAAAAAAANA/IjyjpeVF9QU/s1600-h/villa-nalinnadda3_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NkSOdlp2I/AAAAAAAAANA/IjyjpeVF9QU/s400/villa-nalinnadda3_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148569063297230690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NkGOdlp0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QUi4Nywk9z8/s1600-h/rooms01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NkGOdlp0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QUi4Nywk9z8/s400/rooms01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568857138800450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It is going to be a great start to Year 2008. I can feel it in my bones! Just pray that the place is as good as seems from the pictures. It is quite difficult to get to Koh Tao. While planning for this, my head almost exploded. Really anticipating this dive trip with Dear, im so glad that he got even more excited as this is his dive trip. He is taking up diving and superbly eager, even got his mask and booties already. If I dint stop him, he would have gotten even more… hahaha… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Thank you Dear for making this trip happen………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2214880156460903538?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2214880156460903538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2214880156460903538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2214880156460903538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2214880156460903538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-2007.html' title='End of 2007'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R3NmCedlp6I/AAAAAAAAANg/WtPR6LZ6dxk/s72-c/1st-pose-with-all-presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6984378811558091276</id><published>2007-11-24T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:56:14.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R00Qe13diEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-oGM7GYpdxo/s1600-h/24112007314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R00Qe13diEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-oGM7GYpdxo/s400/24112007314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137780871941425218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R00O413diDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4Lglp5HtNYU/s1600-h/24112007316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 280px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R00O413diDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4Lglp5HtNYU/s400/24112007316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137779119594768434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Had a full day of fun over the weekend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I became a “Jie Mei” for Jamie and was their Master of the Ceremony. Of cuz Ray was doing it with me. It was his first time being a “brother” too. Perry was saying that he is training up Ray when it gets to his turn. Haha. Dear was onz enough to take up the challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We had so much fun during the sabotaging session. Naturally I was the Sabotager Team and Dear was on the Sabotagee Team. Poor Dear got involved in most of the activities except the banana peeling game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was indeed an experience which I will keep in mind. Somewhat I am thankful for Dear doing the emcee thingy with me. He was there to calm my nerves, I was close to a nervous breakdown. Even though we had a few rounds of rehearsals, it was never enough because you will never know what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;will happen on the actual day. Haha. Ok. Not so serious la but still pretty nervous. Thank God that everything went on smoothly and we put up a good show, at least to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Although it was fun, it was equally as tiring too. After the entire event, we went for a photo taking session which all of us was almost close to 100% tiredness. Still, we managed to complete it. Pretty wacky photos and I cant wait to get my hands on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Went to meet up with Louis and Gang after that, I was totally drained out of energy, Dear still wanted to catch a movie but he changed his mind after that. Before heading to Villa Bali, we took a 10mins nap in the car. Power nap! That nap was a life saver or else I doubt I would be able to survive thru the Villa Bali session. My eyes lids weighed a tonne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The next day, Dear got me the famous Jln Kayu Prata and Teh Cino even though he was supposed to be on…… then again, thanks a lot Dear! It was a delicious breakfast and I could not get back to sleep after that, wonderful….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;November is ending, Xmas is coming! I love snowy chilly Xmas.. weehooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-6984378811558091276?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6984378811558091276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=6984378811558091276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6984378811558091276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6984378811558091276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/11/jamies-wedding.html' title='Jamie&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R00Qe13diEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-oGM7GYpdxo/s72-c/24112007314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-640462869410253221</id><published>2007-11-15T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:40:53.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News In Brief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*clears cobwebs* Yes Yes Yes.. Guilty as charged. I have not been blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Work has been crazy for me yet I still manage to knock off on time. haha. I must really be pissing C2 off. Y was so much work given to me yet i can go off on time? I have to sacrifice lunch hour to do work also ok. Just to make sure i get off on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;News-in-brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) Drama in my company. Recent happenings have made lots of changes in the company. Conclusion : Danger lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) Mom up for an operation on 18th Nov 07. Praying hard that the results would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) Injured myself while doing night blading. Right elbow got a deep cut and in process of healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wound, pls heal fast. How am i going to put on my gown on next Sat? Geesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) First time being an emcee for a wedding event. So excited. Will i get stage fright? Will I freak out? Stay tuned to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Work Work Work Work Worrrkk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) Had my graduation congregation on 10Nov07. Finally, it is all over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got a Folli Folli Pink Watch as a reward... thank you all..... As promise to my Darlz, the picts to my Grad ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Special thanks to Dear whom was my personal photographer. My family was so impressed with the high tech professional equipment my Dear had. My dad gave excellent comments. hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3SJl3dh8I/AAAAAAAAALA/_puLB2WWz9E/s1600-h/16493903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3SJl3dh8I/AAAAAAAAALA/_puLB2WWz9E/s400/16493903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133490212497622978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3Tm13dh9I/AAAAAAAAALI/EHeNgJ4L4D8/s1600-h/DSC_3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3Tm13dh9I/AAAAAAAAALI/EHeNgJ4L4D8/s400/DSC_3407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133491814520424402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3R7F3dh7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/KPznXfPSRtI/s1600-h/16493885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3R7F3dh7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/KPznXfPSRtI/s400/16493885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133489963389519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3Ui13dh-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6YodgOeIzr8/s1600-h/DSC_3440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3Ui13dh-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6YodgOeIzr8/s400/DSC_3440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133492845312575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3VB13dh_I/AAAAAAAAALY/0BmblTMMAUk/s1600-h/DSC_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3VB13dh_I/AAAAAAAAALY/0BmblTMMAUk/s400/DSC_3340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133493377888520178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3VhF3diAI/AAAAAAAAALg/XeWPaAnmto4/s1600-h/DSC_3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3VhF3diAI/AAAAAAAAALg/XeWPaAnmto4/s400/DSC_3433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133493914759432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3V-V3diBI/AAAAAAAAALo/C_gpFUkiJj0/s1600-h/DSC_3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3V-V3diBI/AAAAAAAAALo/C_gpFUkiJj0/s400/DSC_3435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133494417270605842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-640462869410253221?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/640462869410253221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=640462869410253221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/640462869410253221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/640462869410253221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/11/news-in-brief.html' title='News In Brief'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rz3SJl3dh8I/AAAAAAAAALA/_puLB2WWz9E/s72-c/16493903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1789034638582911862</id><published>2007-10-23T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:33:38.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHOep90vGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7cr_OiXpsDA/s1600-h/P1011800.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125604876980894818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHOep90vGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7cr_OiXpsDA/s320/P1011800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My bday weekend was filled with so much love, joy and surprises! I am so deeply loved by my close sisters and of cuz my Ray of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHOPp90vFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LnPiWBqwdbg/s1600-h/P1011800.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darling specified that the weekend belongs to him. Ok , wish granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprise 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Darling booked a deluxe room at the Siloso Beach Resort. He almost booked the Roof Suite but the price is crazy! Then again, im really contented with it already. Darling did his homework and found out that Siloso BR is one of the nicer resorts in Sentosa. Muakz. Thank you Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an appointment in the morning, shhh.. a secret between me and Dear. After which, we proceed to Novena Sq to pick up our race pack for The Real Run. Then we went into Sentosa for my fun filled day! We arrived at the resort, it is really cool! A nice quiet and lovely resort. As it was still early our room was not ready yet, thus we proceed on with touring the island. I have not really toured Sentosa after it has been renovated. Tried all the rides and stuffs. Had lunch at Sakae. More sight seeing around Imbiah Lookout. Soon it was time to check in. The room was great for a weekend getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHNmZ90vDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b-O_AE5ecwA/s1600-h/P1011746.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125603910613253170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHNmZ90vDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b-O_AE5ecwA/s320/P1011746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHN3J90vEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aoRnHrZCqis/s1600-h/P1011765.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125604198376062018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHN3J90vEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aoRnHrZCqis/s320/P1011765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHO3590vHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Lyjqp15b1zE/s1600-h/P1011818.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125605310772591730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHO3590vHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Lyjqp15b1zE/s320/P1011818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some time to juz play with the self timer. Kept snapping pictures like no tomlo. Soon, it was time for us to get ready for dinner at My Secret Garden. It was supposed to be a surprise but Dear gave me hints and I guessed it immediately! It was one place which I was dying to try out and I got my wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining at a romantic place with the most romantic person on earth is simply heavenly. Most of the time we were juz gazing at each other, smiling silly and holding hands. Darling took the liberty to place order for me. We had escargots and rib eye steak with house red. Followed by my special arranged brownie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHPYJ90vII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Rh9z2c7GpjU/s1600-h/P1011859.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125605864823372930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHPYJ90vII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Rh9z2c7GpjU/s320/P1011859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo excited to unwrap my present! Guess wad I got? I got ticket to Linkin Park Concert Live. The best seats in the house! My goodness! Dear was “sad” that I neglected my main present. Haha. Yes there were 2 parts to my present. Ever since we knew each other, Dear has been collecting saga aka love seeds near his work place and farniely, it only has a few seeds per day. He picked the seeds everyday (without being spotted) for me. To further enhance it, he used light sticks to brighten it up even more. How creative of dear. *Sai Nai* Dear, I really love both parts and u too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was still early, we went to get a bottle of ice wine for tonight. Together with some strawberries. We decided to go take a dip in the pool. Amazingly the pool was empty and we had our own private pool. We indulged in ice wine with strawberry under the moonlight. Tell me how to not fall in love with this guy all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHQo590vJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/taG8gc_zbdI/s1600-h/P1011913.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125607252097809554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHQo590vJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/taG8gc_zbdI/s320/P1011913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHQ7p90vKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/j_3TmR6Rc20/s1600-h/P1011925.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125607574220356770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHQ7p90vKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/j_3TmR6Rc20/s320/P1011925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A romantic bubble bath to soothe all the tiredness away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHRb590vLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/V7TfwWjM3VA/s1600-h/P1011932.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125608128271137970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHRb590vLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/V7TfwWjM3VA/s320/P1011932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprise 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning! Had bfast at the hotel. Darling was so smart to request for a late check out and we went for a morning dip in the pool. Played with slides and got a little sun tan. We check out later and left our bags with the reception. Went for lunch and Darling told me he wanted to go the Underwater World. I was like, Y underwater world? However I went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I was walking towards the entrance, a voice shouted out really loudly! Hey! It was my bestie, Cindy! It happened so fast and I got a shock I was speechless! Y was Derrick and Cindy there too! Something must be up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in for a dive with the Sharks with Darling. All planned by Cindy! It was so farnie, Darling knew it all along! He even managed to sneak out my diver’s card lor! Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for briefing to dress up before we could hit the waters. It was Darling’s first try to Scuba Diving! So exciting and he had a natural flair to diving. Natural talent! It was pretty intimidating being in the tank with those leopard sharks and sting ray! The only Ray I wanna sting is Dear! We fed the sting rays and we were the tourist attraction of the day! When I started posing, tourists started taking pictures of us. It is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dive lasted 30mins but a lifetime memory. Thanks Cindy and Derrick for planning it for me and to Dear who took the plunge with me. You jump I jump rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(PICTURES : Akan Datang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprise 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cindy told me she is hungry and wanted to go Café Del Mar. Walking into it, I saw the rest of my sisters, Nana and her Dar, Mei , Lingz and Bird! Wooohooooo! Surprised Surprised! Hhahaha, it was so fun having all my sisters celebrating my bday for me. Thanks Mei, Ling and Nana for the homemade cake Thanks to all for coming and to Cindy and Derrick. Really really appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, I was already dead beat. However, Darling wanted to source a watch for his bro’s bday which is 2 days before mine. Thus we went Vivo to jalan jalan. Went to his place to pass his bro the pressie and then to my place. Gosh, we both knock out when we got into the cab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast to usher in my 25th birthday! Thank u all. Muacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the actu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyIhiZ90vNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/obsEXef7Exk/s1600-h/P1011945.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125696200870509778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyIhiZ90vNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/obsEXef7Exk/s320/P1011945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;al day itself, Dear surprised me with a 10 specially ordered violet tulips bouquet and had it delivered to me in my office. I was the envy of all in the office. I have never received such a big bouquet in my life before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later in the night, i got a call from him. Ususally when im at home, i would call him back using my house phone, however, this time he did not put down the phone. Instead he asked me to walk towards my door while he was singing "Happy Birthday Song" to me. There he was, outside my place with a low-fat cheese cake. Dear, do you know you are so thoughtful? Knowing that I had just finished my 7km training and without dinner, there u were with the dessert. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have really really enjoyed my birthday this year. No words in the world can express how i feel right now. Life's just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyIiAJ90vOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CvOfM35VFOk/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125696711971618018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyIiAJ90vOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CvOfM35VFOk/s320/flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear, I just want to let you know that I am really really touched by what you have planned and done for me. Now it is my turn to be stressed. hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TO my sisters : Thank you all for planning my surprise party and the dive at Underwater World. It was totally out of this world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy 25th Hatch day, Ms Low *blows candles off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1789034638582911862?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1789034638582911862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1789034638582911862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1789034638582911862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1789034638582911862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/bday-week.html' title='Bday Week!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RyHOep90vGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7cr_OiXpsDA/s72-c/P1011800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1712641474667833868</id><published>2007-10-18T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:26:20.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10km Run &amp; Pizza Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Apologies for not blogging for soooooooo long…….&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently, Blogspot has been barred thus I was not able to blog anything at all. Actually, I cant even find time to blog nowadays. However, I had a little free time today and I decided to update my Mr Blogspot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Another colleague departed from that particular position. She is the fourth person whom has quit from it. Well, guess who is next? Me! Me! Me! … A real exciting road lies ahead. This will be a test to my own capabilities. I can just hope and pray that I will be able to last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recently, I was caught in a career dilemma. In fact the new position offered to me is even better than what I expected. (not in monetary wise I mean). In terms of ascending on my learning curve. I am being offered to smtg similar to running an own business. It was something that I have not considered before but seems like a challenging role. I want to learn how to run a business (as a whole) because there are plans which I wanted to go into. (Ideas provided by Jamie). She asked me y don’t I use a skill which I am good at and sell it as a business. Starting small is okay. It kinda got me thinking on this route which sounds really workable. Oh well, first I need to think about the offer first before anything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Did 2 new things this weekend. My virgin 10km run ever! There was a trial run for the Real Run. So its known as the fake run. Lol Omg! I cant believe I survive the 10km. Cinz Dearie is correct. Start small and then slowly build up. I started off with one mile orchard run. Followed by Army Half and Shape Run. (6km and 5km respectively). Now, Dear signed up 10km New Balance Run for us. It was tough but shiok feeling after that. Dear was tempted to sign up for Standchart too, but it is pretty ex so we gave up the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Training with a goal is so much different. I find myself enduring further distances and stronger mentally. Not only you need to train physically but you have to be fit mentally too because it is indeed mind bloggin under those circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RxbDg-R1elI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W5faCKwrxn8/s1600-h/P1011692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RxbDg-R1elI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W5faCKwrxn8/s320/P1011692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122496597421554258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Learnt a new recipe over the weekend. I made pizza including the dough. My master was no other than Patrick’s wife as we exchanged cooking tips for my tiramisu and her pizza dough. A fact that I learnt through her. Recipes from the internet usually would miss out one or two ingredients, not giving you the best recipe that one can get. What I usually do for first time recipes, I would print out two or more methods of cooking and analyse it and then come up with something you create. Just like my tiramisu, I had to trial and error at least four times before getting the taste I wanted. Anyway, the pizza dough was really really nice lor. Soft and good to taste. Plus you get to choose your own pizza toppings! Lets see what were my ingredients :- Prawns, Chicken Viennese, Capsicum, Danish Salami, Button Mushrooms. Never had such a combination before but it turn out pretty ok. My ROL was so sweet, he was my co-chef. Doing all the small small errands around the house, getting my plates, washing the dishes (his duty, he proclaimed! Kiss kiss) and of cuz most importantly, my personal taster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I made an extra portion for him to bring to camp as breakfast. He got teased by his course mates saying its “Ai Xin Zao Can”. Most importantly, its something I made with my heart to you, my love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1712641474667833868?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1712641474667833868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1712641474667833868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1712641474667833868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1712641474667833868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/10km-run-pizza-day.html' title='10km Run &amp; Pizza Day!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RxbDg-R1elI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W5faCKwrxn8/s72-c/P1011692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2117678430844961827</id><published>2007-10-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:56:57.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Person ; RIGHT TIME ; Good Advices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My bestie never fails to give me one of the best advices. That explains why not only we are besties since secondary sch, we are also sisters in Christ. It is really amazing how our friendship grew to another level with the blessings we received. Here is a brief summary on our growth&lt;br /&gt;Sec Sch : It was all about crushes and having lotsa fun! We love PE lessons!&lt;br /&gt;Poly / JC : Went on different routes but still tried to meet up but totally not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Uni / Wkg : Went gymming for a period of time after which we could not meet up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until earlier this year where we started our community service and we were back under the wings of God and from then on we had been blessed abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;In every aspect, we were able to relate to each other and grow together. We were even imaging that both of us will still be having loads of fun when we send our kids to Sunday School and while waiting, we will catch up while waiting for our hubbies to pick us up. Or have regular gatherings at our homes to have fellowships and our kids will be best of friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply amazing, how special this friendship is, as not only we are able to support each other emotionally but we are both going through the same things at the same time. By going through it, that is where we totally comprehend with each other. Not only is she able to make me think with her words but also enlighten me in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we share the same concept towards life. Many of us keep thinking we still have time we still have time but in actual fact we do not and that is where when we realize it, it is too late. Face it, Woman have a different biological clock as compared to Man. Sometimes, fatal casualties happen when u do not choose properly or simply by jumping into any rship with Tom, Dick or Harry. There are some truths which we human always try to deny. Accept the fact that feelings fade, the universal glue called attraction that you have in the beginning will fade. If you are attracted to a person’s beauty and not the character, it will be hard to sustain an rship. You should be in love with your partner’s character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to learn about preparing before we advance into another stage of life. I truly glad that im going through a series of sermons which teaches you the Truth in Life and how we should learn from it. Do you think a marriage can survive without proper guidance? If you think yes it can survive, think again. Y do we go to sch to educate ourselves? Since young, we are brought up that we need to follow "the way" in order to live life. Children, hold your partners hand, Q in two single file etc. We humans need guidance every time. Even in handling divorces, we need a lawyer to do it and tell people what to do. No matter wad, we all seek advices and second opinions in almost everything we do. We are living in reality not in fairytale. Do you really think that Love Conquers All? I beg to differ and if you are still living in fairytale, I suggest you to walk out of it. Many other aspects come to play and often, one of the few reasons for divorce is Money and character clash and many many other factors. Y wasn’t these an issue during courting period? Think about it. I can go on and on about what I have learnt through these sermons and how useful it has been for me and Cindy. Think I should share what I have learnt huh. It would be so useful for all to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important that two person is on par and have a common goal. If my partner’s goal is different from mine, naturally actions and priorities will be different. In this case, it is solely up to individual, if two persons don’t mind waiting, by all means, pls do, at least two persons are having the same goals. When I was a student, getting my degree was my first priority! Now that the stage has passed, I would, of cuz, proceed on to next stage. Reason because I know with my part time studies, I cant be planning much long term plans, simply no time and no financial backup. Next stage could be career but during interviews, your interviewer will ask you if marriage is on your mind. Thus before you head start your career path, you must already know where you see yourself in 5 – 10 years time and now 5 years is no longer far away. Now that im 24 (still, heng), and planning for my real career start and of cuz *ahem* , at least goals can be achieved by 30. Or even knowing when I have to disrupt career plans for family (when needed) I do not want to start planning my wedding when im 30. Thatz for me la, but girls nowadays are ok with late marriages. However, when you meet the right one and at the right time. NOTE : I added at the right time. Naturally marriage is something on the list. Is it only when it isnt the right time, then I guess, it will not be on the list or maybe one of them aint even ready to commit into something long term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singles : Be comforted that Your Right one is running towards you right now because its better to be waiting for the Right Time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attached : &lt;/strong&gt;Do you find yourself standing "AT the RIGHT TIME" spot but somehow you seem like there is no direction for you? I shant comment much about this but it is really your choice. You are the captain of your life, only you have the choice to change it and live it the way you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am glad that my ROL has the same goal as me wkg towards it together! Imagine if my partner is not ready and I am the only one working towards building up for eg : the funds. I will be so tired by the time my partner is ready and by then I will be an old bride. I don’t want wrinkles in my photos! Arughhhhhhh *drama mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno for others but for myself, I have to admit that do not want to have complications when I reach a matured age. I think exceptionally far as I am a low risk taker. For eg : Having babies. I rather know if I am able to conceive or not, at a younger age and treat it with medical help, rather than facing a risk of not being able to at a matured age and note, age is irreversible. By then, I will only live in regrets by saying, Y didn’t I find that out earlier. Don’t you find it familiar? When things happened, pple tend to say,” I should have done this earlier, or I should have done this and that.” Too late! Things have happened and we only live once, y die with regrets? Some mistakes we can learn from and start over but we can never start over a woman’s youth and “capabilities”. Of cuz unless you don’t want to have any then I shall rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my bestie lived by the belief that she will never want kids for a good 25 years of her life. Under the grace of God, DD was sent to her. She changed. She cant wait to get married and have kids. To even go until the extend of serving in the kids church, I think its really good training for her. She too, like me, wouldn’t want to take wedding pictures and have kids after our youth has “expired”. It is a sad fact that we can only be “young at heart” when you are 30 or 40 years old but our looks cant hide age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this article about successful female bosses and Y they are still single. One of the reasons is that men feel intimidated by them. (Side track a bit :One farnie symptom I realized that women, with a certain age, tend to act weird if they live too long without love. They tend to be bad tempered and very rich) To those who are giggling, I know y. Female, by nature, are the followers in the family. When you term, Head of the House, who do you think comes into your mind. Isnt it the Man? For that simple reason, Men have to be the leaders of the family. They are the central control of the family. Woman rule by emotions, Man rule by rational mind. Thus in fact Man makes one of the best decisions provided he has a good follower partner. If Woman insists of taking over, the Man will take the back seat and not say anything. Tell me which Men want his woman to step on top of his head? Usually Men keeps quiet and let the woman talk. Simply because they want to avoid an argument, some term it as Respect. But that shouldn’t be the way. Women are at fault if we keep nagging and nagging. No men want to be nagged! Women, Respect your partner. This was smtg I learnt through Roles of a Man and Roles of a Woman. Amazing how they managed to hit right into the bone marrows of all with all the truths that we are found guilty of not following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above contents are solely based on self commentary. To conclude, different pple take different paths. Wads the need to think about how others think about you. Just live your life to which you feel it should be and be merry. To those who know me well, I come with no hidden agenda and would only state facts. It is my duty to tell my friends the truth before anything happens. It really pains me when any of my friends come back telling me that they regret and wish that they have known the truth earlier. Be it if this will set you thinking about it or otherwise, i mean no harm. If you have any further questions, do not hesitate to msn me, a listening ear is just a click away. LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2117678430844961827?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2117678430844961827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2117678430844961827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2117678430844961827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2117678430844961827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/right-person-right-time-good-advices.html' title='Right Person ; RIGHT TIME ; Good Advices'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-9060498950611476577</id><published>2007-10-02T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:08:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sometimes I really do not know what I want to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have not been myself either. In times like this, I really hope for a voice to tell me actually what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends were telling me how much they miss times in Gennex. However, those were the times when “the usual people” are there and as it is right now. Many have speculated that I will leave Gennex soon because “the usual people” all left one after another. I was highly speculated to be the next to go but I shocked many, in fact only one by still remaining here. Some may think that im having a good life here but I can say that you are wrong. So wrong! Do you know how is the feeling of being trapped here? I did not study my ass off for 2 years to still want to be trapped here. Yes, paying off the loan IS the solution but where can I get the money? It isnt easy for me to be living off on my own with the pathetic salary im getting. What is the use of studying so hard for a degree and not getting recognized and most importantly no progress. Reason being that the company knows that im bonded and I have no where to run. So there is no need to justify for my worth. With this bond, I feel as if im being stepped and trampled over without having the authority to speak up for myself, Y? Because they know I can’t cuz of my restriction. I have to abide whatever shit that is thrown at me, still smiling. With numerous stabs on my back and I am still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris happened to msn me and I just poured out my work woes. I asked him about Y she hates me so much but I juz hope to make peace with her. Y doesn’t she tells me directly her unhappiness about me directly? I am not here to jeopardize her position or to over take her. Chris said likewise, that probably that IS the way she is feeling. I asked him for advices on what I should do. He told me that I should not give face to her but I am going to be a support role for her, how can I not give face to her? He asked me to be tough with her, do not be afraid to speak up against her or else she views us all as wimps. He has a point but it isnt in my nature to be this way. I was telling Patrick that I admired Candice’s guts on this. Being tough when needed. I find that being soft is one of my weaknesses. I do not know how to defend for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of me want to plan for my future but I am so caught in between with this stupid bond. However, my career future seems bleak right now. I was in a short meeting with Mr Yeo this morning; he asked me, where do I see myself in 5 years time? Is marriage on my mind? Question caught me off guard as I realized that I have yet to do any serious planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dilemma right now is, If I want to get out of this place fast, I have to clear my loan, but if I clear my loan, I will have to put my marriage plans and any other plans on hold for career. All of sudden I realized that I have not planned for anything at all! I am just standing still, not knowing where to go. More else, probably there has not been any fixed plans at the moment and anything can change. Probably I am someone who needs to see light before I start to walk. I should say that I am a low risk taker and that I tend to lose motivation when I do not see a future. A good example is my job, im so totally unmotivated, lack of drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did see a bit of light when Mr Yeo told me that he will plan a career route for me and I will know it on Thurs. To me, that was a reassurance that there IS hope in my career path. Mr Yeo mentioned that I may need to travel in my job but he did say that he wants to know what my plans are. He does not want to draw out a 5 year career plan for me and then I quit halfway due to other commitments. But if I choose to take up this new challenging role, what will happen after my marriage? Can I still work and fly around? How about having kids? Will I be able to look after them and provide for them, be there for them? Or should I stay where I am right now, in my comfort zone, with a non challenging job but able to have a fixed allocated time for family? Sigh..i dunno…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden, I realized that I have got limited time to get so many things done and planned. There will definitely be things which I have to forgo. No more travelling, No more diving trips, no more concerts, no more of indulging in luxury. I have to seriously change my lifestyle, I cannot be slacking anymore, It is time to buck up! Period! Or else, I will only have myself to blame. The sense of urgency and reality hit me so hard that I need to wake up right now before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Low, please wake up your idea! Stop slacking and move your butt! You think you will succeed by waiting for things to fall down from the sky for u? Hello, Wake up! You are not living in a fairytale land! This is reality!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-9060498950611476577?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9060498950611476577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=9060498950611476577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/9060498950611476577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/9060498950611476577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-time-left.html' title='No Time Left'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6677528869966606596</id><published>2007-09-28T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:20:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;September is ending and October is approaching. It is amazing the months are zipping past like in 2 weeks. Usually at such points in time, I would do self reflections on what has happened over the year. October.. October.. What a beautiful month! OK who am I kidding? It is going to be a tough month however, I will survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made up my mind to change my negative perspective on my job and start thinking positive. No matter how unmotivated I am, I will still persist on. I am going to prove my worth, increase my value to the company. Despite all the wounds and scars I have on my back, I am going to just ignore it and give it my best shot. I am going to carry the burden of another colleague who is leaving the company. However, the company has no intentions to hire another becuz got Susan mah. Susan can do it! So on top of my usual job stuffs, I will be handling job scope which requires another person to do it. For long term! The initial “training” for my career progress is back to square one. Im doing things which I used to do before. I am the only one who has been in All depts. (except PCB dept). Accounts, Semiconductor, Components, Admin, Assest Management. Am I versatile or wad? Or probably im getting fat and looks like a ball that can be kicked around easily. Im so surprised at my tolerance level that I allowed myself to be kicked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y would I say that October will be a tough month because I will be handling “Big Watermelon’s” clients. Poor Suz’s ears, hope that you will be able to survive the excruciating noise at a high decibel. I told myself that I will be on tip top condition to serve the customers. I will do it, just dun shout at me! I really pray that I will be able to juggle all the stuffs that im handling. Pls Lord, Grant me the power not to be careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Candice’s blog and im so touched that I was mentioned in her blog that I made her ponder on stuffs. Haha, means I got ability to make people even more confused. Hurhur. Just joking. Nevertheless, I really pray &amp;amp; hope that her bliss would continue in wherever she goes. Sometimes, when close friends confide in me, I feel so bad that I wished I could do more to ease their hearts but all I can provide is a listening ear. One of the most heart warming feedback I got was from this girl, I will call her Landy (becuz I think they both got the same eyes and I want to keep her anonymous). I got to know Landy though her boyfriend, her bf would confide in me in regards to problems in their rship. After a few years when I met up with Landy, she told me that her bf always remembered wad I told him and that there was this one particular sentence which he would never forget. I was so shocked when she told me that. I never knew that anyone would remember my words. However, I am thankful that my advices were taken positively and wishing that things will turn for the better…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-6677528869966606596?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6677528869966606596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=6677528869966606596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6677528869966606596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6677528869966606596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/october-is-here.html' title='October is here'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2080104941515505072</id><published>2007-09-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:59:32.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Another weekend filled with activities! I guess age is catching up with me as I feel im not that energetic anymore. Probably it may be due to the packed week before that and I have been working real hard at work. I had to cover duties for my colleague whom was on leave. *Stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went blading on Saturday morning with YH &amp;amp; Dar &amp;amp; my *blush* honey bunny! YH happened to be free from classes that morning, so decided to do some blading. Darling joined us after his run at Mac Reservoir. He rented his blades and started flying around everywhere, so cute lor. Dint know Dear can blade so well. Headed to Simei for some baked rice at Eighteen Chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch a nap before our opera performance of The First Emperor but we were running late. Thus we headed straight to Vivo for the show with Cindy and Derrick. It was too operatic for me. Although the storyline was pretty interesting, I was lost along the way. However, it was a good exposure for me to such cultural performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the show, I had to rush for my granny’s bday celebration at Chinatown. Had this feast that made me feel all guilty again. Dear did a great job at impressing my relatives. He juz charmed his way .. naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RvdRceR1ekI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-DP_Vp-iC_I/s1600-h/P1011627.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113645451508546114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RvdRceR1ekI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-DP_Vp-iC_I/s320/P1011627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;After the dinner, was Mei’s bday celebration. The last event of the day. Phew. Luckily Dear was around with me, my source of energy. It was a blast at St James and im glad mei enjoyed herself. We adjourned home at 2.30am. I was drained completely but I enjoyed myself totally, especially with good company and most importantly, kept safe under the wings of my beloved. Hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT rained heavily on Sunday morning. Slept in a while before heading to IKEA for lunch and service after that. Went ard IKEA and sourced for ideas on our future home and we came up with some decisions also. Im so glad im doing all these with you dear, and your ideas are awesome! Dear and I went to the library, he wanted to borrow books on leadership as he is goin to be on course for the month of October. Dear, Jia You wor, You can make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend always passes so fast, before you know it, it is already over. Headed back home, did the laundry, He ironed the clothes while I was folding clothes. After which, he fixed up the storage compartment (bought from IKEA). There seem to be endless stuffs to do at home but thanks for helping me out. We are like in training as if it was our home. It really helps a lot as we both feel it is important that such chores and affairs of the home has to be done together. Dear, arigato! U are simply thy best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2080104941515505072?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2080104941515505072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2080104941515505072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2080104941515505072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2080104941515505072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/packed-weekend.html' title='Packed Weekend!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RvdRceR1ekI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-DP_Vp-iC_I/s72-c/P1011627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1811968450693599409</id><published>2007-09-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:41:46.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mooncakes'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being able to do something, which you are reluctant initially, isnt actually that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what I am talking about, it is the mooncake issue. I managed to overcome my stubbornness and sliced up the mooncake and started “serving” everyone in the company. A few days back, it will be something which I will NOT do, especially serving to her. Then after serious considerations, it was not easy for me to put down my ego and do what I had to do. Still, I threw my ego away and stoop humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I felt good actually. The initial feeling of hatred and anger was no longer there, I felt peace and a little happiness on the other hand. The meaning of being able to forgive someone and make peace is actually very simple. However, the process before you decides on making peace, that is the tricky part. I could have chose to not serve and let that ugly feeling boil in me, or let it go and be merry. I chose the latter. What is the point of being bearing that grudge in someone when it will only make u grow older faster. I am already ageing rapidly I would not want to speed up that process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you hate a person, y not take a different stand and try to make peace? Wouldn’t life be better? The feeling of hating someone is so unbearable. Makes you vexed, temperamental and in turn it’s the people beside you that gets the aftermath of your own problems. It is the love ones that we end up hurting. Not worth a single bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1811968450693599409?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1811968450693599409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1811968450693599409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1811968450693599409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1811968450693599409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-part-2.html' title='Mooncake Part 2'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-431928784412285549</id><published>2007-09-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:57:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>大西瓜 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Long time since I have last gossiped abt Callie aka Lontong aka 大西瓜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes at the mention of her name. I told myself not to attack her in reality but that does not mean I can’t blog it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before lunch, Patrick told me something which Leah (another colleague under Callie) told him. Before I get into the story, let me give all readers a brief introduction.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my suppliers got me mooncakes from Marriott’s. I was quite surprised that I would still receive mooncakes from this particular supplier. So once my supplier passed it to me, I just left it on a shelf, did not touch it after that.&lt;br /&gt;Callie told Leah that I would definitely take the mooncakes home. However, I did not take it back home because it is meant for the company. My supplier did not give it to me alone, although she did say it was for me but I feel it is only right to share it with others in my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came yesterday evening, I went home without taking the mooncakes. She told Leah that,”See, she must have overheard me saying that she will take the mooncakes back, that’s y she did not take it home.” Oh my goodness gracious me! I did not even hear anything. More else, I never took to heart any of her words, because im deaf to her. Im not so “Gian mooncake” like her lor. She can eat one whole mooncake at one go! If she wants the mooncake, she can jolly well just tell me, Muz she go around spitting at my back. If she got guts, tell me straight in the face. In the first place, I did not even thought of taking those mooncakes back. Yann Huei got me The Raffles Plaza Champagne Truffle and Bailey’s Snow Skin Mooncake lor. I am not so hard up for such things. Why would I settle for something like that? What a surprise that she would use such “small eye” methods to attack me. So irritating&lt;br /&gt;Well, then again, that isnt the worst thing she would have said about me. When Patrick told me about it, I was fumed for a moment. Then I went to the toilet, took a 10 sec cool down period, said a little prayer to ask Lord to open up her eyes and conscience. Do not accuse me of things which I would never do. I do not resort to such despicable means to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray very hard that her poisoned words would not affect my work as all I wish for is peace. I do not want things to turn ugly for I know I am capable if my tail is constantly trampled over. If it wasn’t for my study loan, I would not want to be here but because of circumstances, I have to remain humble and low and to swallow back all the shit that has came on me. I try not to exaggerate things here as there is no point. No one who understands what you are going through except yourself. Thus whenever people ask me howz my job? I would just joke it off saying,”Im paid to MSN, write blog, make pple smile.” What’s the point of going into so many details? No one would comprehend; it is all up to you. Just get your work done, on time and efficiently and no one can do anything to you. That is the motto I live by in this company. Playing my cards right on human relations is equally important. However to watermelon, I really don’t wish to even touch her card, just ignoring every little knives words she said about me. One thing which I wont do, is to lick the backside of some pple, PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-431928784412285549?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/431928784412285549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=431928784412285549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/431928784412285549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/431928784412285549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='大西瓜 !!!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-8432710716760326071</id><published>2007-09-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:00:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman, Contradicting Creatures! Discuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sparked me to start up a discussion on this topic, about women and her contradicting nature, when I was having a conversation with someone very close to me. She was relating her feelings to me on how she suddenly became G.E.M (Green Eyed Monster) unknowingly and unexpectedly. I was telling her it is natural to feel this way. Woman knows the history of any item, stumbles upon it, BAM! Something starts to tickle the woman’s heart. The G.E.M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common topic. Woman wants to know every single little detail about her Man’s past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman asking Man&lt;br /&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Where did this item come from?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;My ex gave it to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s your ex Name? Why did she give it to you? Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Are you sure you want to know? You sure after knowing it, you will be ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Of course, I want to know more about you (uh-oh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*goes into details*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*keeps silence, pretends to listen attentively but the accumulation of lactic acid in the heart keeps increasing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Yyyyaaaa….(monotonous)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man asking Woman&lt;br /&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did this item come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;My ex gave it to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic closed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you can see that Man knows that knowing too much truth could cause discomfort but woman on the other hand, sigh... hahah .. u know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After a 2 hour discussion with my friend, she was telling me that she chooses to communicate her discomfort to him and that whatever action he chooses to take its up to him. But the truth is, Woman do not dare to admit what she really wants the man to do. One hand she says its ok to keep but on the other hand, PREFERS those things to be gotten rid of. I almost fell off the chair. Take Extra note here, the Female species ALWAYS give Male species two options when the fact that only one option can satisfy her. Y doesn’t the Female just say it? Then the Female will say, respecting his decision, do not want to restrict his freedom. Then in turn, will the G.E.M return? No matter how much woman tries to “act tough” playing it cool about it, the truth is, deep down inside its uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so thankful that my friend has found someone, whom could counter the G.E.M in her, and win the battle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;: *&lt;em&gt;Confesses on the presence of G.E.M*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: *&lt;em&gt;pulls her to give her a big hug* . You poor thing ley, being bothered by things that shouldn’t even be a bother in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I just want to let you know my feelings and be truthful about it. But I wouldn’t want to be seemed as if im restricting your freedom and space.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will get rid of it, IF I remember and have the time. But if the next time you see it, you shall help me get rid it of it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*starts to smile liao lor* but I dun want to be seem too controlling (*man sweat*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, is getting rid of items the best option available? What if it is something expensive? What are you going to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that somehow it is the best choice available. You can disagree with me but please do not take offence to any comments below. Let me state my view point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In any relationships, there are bound to be times where disagreements may arise and especially woman, who are made up of water, emotions tends to take over. What if something that bothered her in the past all of sudden appears in front of her again? Is it considered a double blow? Its like adding oil to fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) To man, physical items are just physical items. To woman, we tend to think more to it because we know that somehow inside there contains special memories that lead to the existence of the items. My friend was even telling me that things like ornaments can be donated to charity but what about valuables? It cannot be just given to any charity. This is a very very tough decision. You would not want to be throwing bucks away; y not let the bucks flow in for you again? Win-win situation. You would not have any use of it yet you managed to get something out of it? AGAIN, depending on where you are coming from, it is up to individual again. Case to case basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If items are not gotten rid off, it would be deemed that you are accustomed to it. It may be an assumption that you are OK with having the things lying around? Or could it be the other way round? It is like planting, you find one weed growing, you will pluck it off right? Problem has been identified, y not tackle it before it runs too deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pointers which my friend’s bf did to tame the G.E.M in woman :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Man should try not be irritated in this area because any first sign of irritation would lead to unhappiness. Note: I use the word try it really depends a lot from what is coming from within. Woman tells you about such things in turn of getting a little attention. Thus a man should reassure their woman instead of getting pissed with them. However, woman in this case, cannot take it for granted and use it ALL THE TIME! Like how we would use tears to “win”. No use if its being used too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, woman should not keep this discomfort inside you for long. As your Man, he wants you to share all thoughts and feelings instead of bottling it inside. I remembered wad Darling tells me, no matter what even trivial matters, to let him know. He does not want me to suffer alone. Man should be the one taking lead in the emotions and not allowing emotions take over the relationship. Men are more rational than woman but the difference lies in whether your Man can control his emotions to tame the intense situation when needed, that is integral. Women just lose it! Terrible! Thus I plea to men out there, pls be gentle with us.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, woman, try to be less kapo, which is HIGHLY IMPOSSIBLE! By nature, we are Kapo creatures. Curious about everything. Cant be kept in suspense for long. Sometimes, I really pity the Men for needing to go through such torture on understanding women. The fact is Women don’t necessary understand her own self too. We are curious about Everything on earth, yet we are unable to handle the truth when the truth is told. Poor men. The agony of being “shot right in the head” seems inevitable. It’s an never ending mystery. Probably that’s why Women come from Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself at cross roads at times, not knowing where to go or what to do. I used to just swallow back all the unhappiness I have in me, testing my own patience and tolerance. Whats the use if its going to just make one feel miserable??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : YES. Women are contradicting creatures. It really does take a lot to love a woman. Whether you choose to take the plunge it’s really up to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-8432710716760326071?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8432710716760326071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=8432710716760326071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8432710716760326071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8432710716760326071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/woman-contradicting-creatures-discuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-147475565031853253</id><published>2007-09-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:14:58.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take a peak at my pre-weekend and weekend expedition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was a pleasant surprise when darling brought me to watch Songs of the Sea! It was a fabulous water show. Too bad it was too short a show. Then again, we got to watch it for free! So wadz there to complain about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT4tc9-RrI/AAAAAAAAAII/c8jy28_qRkY/s1600-h/P1011592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108481337098913458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT4tc9-RrI/AAAAAAAAAII/c8jy28_qRkY/s320/P1011592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT5bM9-RsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YFBPTppNKFA/s1600-h/P1011600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108482123077928642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT5bM9-RsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YFBPTppNKFA/s320/P1011600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On Saturday, it was my virgin trip to Pulau Ubin! Yes, u did not read wrongly. It is my virgin trip! Despite being in Singapore for so many years, I did not have the chance to go pulau ubin at all! Rain was pouring down in the morning and we were so afraid that we could not make it. Cooked fried rice for lunch and rain stopped. We proceeded to Changi Ferry Terminal to take the boat across to P.U. Went cycling and explored Chek Jawa.&lt;br /&gt;The day was cloudy and windy. A great day to be out cycling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT5v89-RtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hgNhlFJ47Kk/s1600-h/P1011606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108482479560214226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT5v89-RtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hgNhlFJ47Kk/s200/P1011606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT6Jc9-RuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wkCY2wYoa0k/s1600-h/P1011638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108482917646878434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT6Jc9-RuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wkCY2wYoa0k/s200/P1011638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ran the Shape Run on Sunday. My training paid off! I managed to run the full 5km without stopping and was going on strong! Yippie, next target 10km! Dear was so sweet to send me there early in the morning at 6am. Fetched Mei, Esther too! He was going to stay put at Marina Mac while I ran. As we were running late, dear dropped us off at Esplande. Forgetful me left my running towel in the car. Gosh, I was prepared to run without my towel. Yann Huei, Mayfong and myself proceeded to the baggage counter, after which we all hanged out around that area. About half an hour, I saw this familiar face running towards me from the midst of the orange crowd. It was Dear! He went through thousands of pple to find me just to pass me my towel. He was shocked to see so many females dressed in orange shirt with ponytails!!&lt;br /&gt;However, since our hearts are linked, he managed to find little me in the midst of all. Muak Muak, my one and only….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT7Hs9-RvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EbjLqde5qpc/s1600-h/Mei+YH+Shirley+Suz(small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108483987093735154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT7Hs9-RvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EbjLqde5qpc/s200/Mei+YH+Shirley+Suz(small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT7P89-RwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5Dw14R2O_-8/s1600-h/Suz+&amp;+Mei(small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108484128827655938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT7P89-RwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5Dw14R2O_-8/s200/Suz+%26+Mei(small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT7WM9-RxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G1jUPVvr2wk/s1600-h/Suz+&amp;amp;+Ray(small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108484236201838354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT7WM9-RxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G1jUPVvr2wk/s200/Suz+%26+Ray(small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-147475565031853253?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/147475565031853253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=147475565031853253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/147475565031853253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/147475565031853253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-peak-at-my-pre-weekend-and-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuT4tc9-RrI/AAAAAAAAAII/c8jy28_qRkY/s72-c/P1011592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2755971353116362338</id><published>2007-09-07T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:33:49.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goosebumps Guaranteed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dear's own creation.. I was totally caught off guard when he sent this recording to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yann Huei was beside me when she heard it too. She could not stand us. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to share this little clip for u titled "Oh Susan" by Ray Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pls be noted that goosebumps are guaranteed and Suz will not be responsible for any consequences that occurs while listening to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank U Darling! I will always want u for my sweetheart too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dLcV4mvDRv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dLcV4mvDRv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2755971353116362338?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2755971353116362338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2755971353116362338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2755971353116362338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2755971353116362338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/goosebumps-guaranteed_07.html' title='Goosebumps Guaranteed!!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5031811309232377851</id><published>2007-09-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:54:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food! Food Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Flatmate, Jamie commented this. “Ever since Ray came into my life, the fridge is always packed to the rim!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my honey bunny makes me want to cook for him every day. The way to get to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Totally agreed! Haha. I want to be his woman whom can enter the kitchen to someone whom he can bring out for functions etc. (进得了厨房， 出得了厅堂的女人). I have been training up for my marathons and I am doing distance which I have never completed before. Hopefully one day I can run the full marathon with him. I have to buck up for he is such a good runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a carnivore but I do eat at least 14 types of vegs. Darling always makes sure I get my dosage of vegs and I have been swallowing it. Yikes! But now that I get to choose the vegs, I avoid vegs with those humongous stems! I can die. To vegs lovers : Seriously, I can get choked if I chew on those stems, I simply cant swallow it, period! So don’t ask me y I can’t swallow, its something that only Veg-haters understand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling has been my guinea pigs for close to one month now and he has tried a lot of my first-time recipes. A few are listed below :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We had chicken Tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-Y8M9-RmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y5K_r_AHfGw/s1600-h/P1011551.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106968662502164066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-Y8M9-RmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y5K_r_AHfGw/s320/P1011551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Sour Fish, Sambal Long Beans with shrimps, Lotus Root Soup, Crispy Luncheon Meat, Stir Fry Potato etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-ZKs9-RnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lvpFzoV-ZiQ/s1600-h/P1011589.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-cAc9-RoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rTQWjp6tRGs/s1600-h/P1011589.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106972034051491458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-cAc9-RoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rTQWjp6tRGs/s320/P1011589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato base, Cream base and Pepperoni Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miso Ramen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just normal foods, however, the significance is, My First Tries for the Chinese and Mexican foods. So now is the time to practice and gather all skills needed to whip up a good meal. Not forgetting learning all the secret recipes. Never was I so enthusiastic about finding new recipes on cooking. Although its just normal foods, Darling tells me that it has the only ingredient in the world that no other dishes have and that is&lt;strong&gt; Love&lt;/strong&gt;. Usually its on baking but now its both! I used to bake more however, I find myself cooking more nowadays. My mom and granny also told me that a girl should at least know how to cook a decent meal. I fully agree. I find myself the willingness that I have never felt before, to want to take care of him so much. In every aspects from his health to well being. Praise the Lord that his indigestion problem has been curbed under my intensive yet selective food diet. Not only should girls know how to cook, they have to not hate do chores. Thou im not a daily chore person but I have to upkeep a certain level of cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Somehow I believe that guys would appreciate gals whom will step into the kitchen for them. As I have mentioned above, it can be the simplest dishes, but the main ingredient is Love. It can be felt. I always have this vision that I can lay down warm dishes for him while he showers. When he is done, comes out to give me a hug from behind and tries to snitch on the food and gets a pat on the hand instead. Hahah. I am lucky, Darling always insist that he should do the dishes, Rule of the House! ahha. That I cannot pamper him too much but how can I bear to do that when he is so easily pamperable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinz and I are sharing a few similar traits. We are W.I.T and M.I.T. But of course Cinz is on the faster track. She was sharing her joy on how Der plans for their route. They will be getting engaged by end of next year. Der even checked out the best diamonds are from Tiffany’s (Can anyone verify on this? Not very well versed with diamonds thou). Super fast lor. Was having a conversation with Cinz on the “market rate” of diamonds. I remember someone telling me it’s at least 0.5carat (Source unknown). Cinz told me that she prefers earrings, I said she is power. Ring has one diamond. Earrings have TWO diamonds! Smart eh. Hwahahha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5031811309232377851?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5031811309232377851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5031811309232377851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5031811309232377851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5031811309232377851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-food-food.html' title='Food! Food Food!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-Y8M9-RmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y5K_r_AHfGw/s72-c/P1011551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2290521243292582876</id><published>2007-09-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:40:46.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food! Food! FoooooooooD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Flatmate, Jamie commented this. “Ever since Ray came into my life, the fridge is always packed to the rim!” Somehow, my honey bunny makes me want to cook for him every day. The way to get to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Totally agreed! Haha. I want to be his woman whom can enter the kitchen to someone whom he can bring out for functions etc. (进得了厨房， 出得了天堂的女人).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been training up for my marathons and I am doing distance which I have never completed before. Hopefully one day I can run the full marathon with him. I have to buck up for he is such a good runner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im a carnivore but I do eat at least 14 types of vegs. Darling always makes sure I get my dosage of vegs and I have been swallowing it. Yikes! But now that I get to choose the vegs, I avoid vegs with those humongous stems! I can die. To vegs lovers : Seriously, I can get choked if I chew on those stems, I simply cant swallow it, period! So don’t ask me y I can’t swallow, its something that only Veg-haters understand. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darling has been my guinea pigs for close to one month now and he has tried a lot of my first-time recipes. A few are listed below :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mexican &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had chicken Tortillas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-Y8M9-RmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y5K_r_AHfGw/s1600-h/P1011551.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuCrWM9-RpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sJL8qoJarzw/s1600-h/P1011551.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107270375364773522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuCrWM9-RpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sJL8qoJarzw/s320/P1011551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chinese Food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweet and Sour Fish, Sambal Long Beans with shrimps, Lotus Root Soup, Crispy Luncheon Meat, Stir Fry Potato etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-ZKs9-RnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lvpFzoV-ZiQ/s1600-h/P1011589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rt-cAc9-RoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rTQWjp6tRGs/s1600-h/P1011589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuCrcs9-RqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QiK5dgo0bd8/s1600-h/P1011589.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107270487033923234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuCrcs9-RqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QiK5dgo0bd8/s320/P1011589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Italian Food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomato base, Cream base and Pepperoni Pizza! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Japanese Food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miso Ramen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are just normal foods, however, the significance is, My First Tries for the Chinese and Mexican foods. So now is the time to practice and gather all skills needed to whip up a good meal. Not forgetting learning all the secret recipes. Never was I so enthusiastic about finding new recipes on cooking. Although its just normal foods, Darling tells me that it has the only ingredient in the world that no other dishes have and that is Love. Usually its on baking but now its both! I used to bake more however, I find myself cooking more nowadays. My mom and granny also told me that a girl should at least know how to cook a decent meal. I fully agree. I find myself the willingness that I have never felt before, to want to take care of him so much. In every aspects from his health to well being. Praise the Lord that his indigestion problem has been curbed under my intensive yet selective food diet. Not only should girls know how to cook, they have to not hate do chores. Thou im not a daily chore person but I have to upkeep a certain level of cleanliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Somehow I believe that guys would appreciate gals whom will step into the kitchen for them. As I have mentioned above, it can be the simplest dishes, but the main ingredient is Love. It can be felt. I always have this vision that I can lay down warm dishes for him while he showers. When he is done, comes out to give me a hug from behind and tries to snitch on the food and gets a pat on the hand instead. Hahah. I am lucky, Darling always insist that he should do the dishes, Rule of the House! ahha. That I cannot pamper him too much but how can I bear to do that when he is so easily pamperable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cinz and I are sharing a few similar traits. We are W.I.T and M.I.T. But of course Cinz is on the faster track. She was sharing her joy on how Der plans for their route. They will be getting engaged by end of next year. Der even checked out the best diamonds are from Tiffany’s (Can anyone verify on this? Not very well versed with diamonds thou). Super fast lor. Was having a conversation with Cinz on the “market rate” of diamonds. I remember someone telling me it’s at least 0.5carat (Source unknown). Cinz told me that she prefers earrings, I said she is power. Ring has one diamond. Earrings have TWO diamonds! Smart eh. Hwahahha .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2290521243292582876?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2290521243292582876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2290521243292582876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2290521243292582876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2290521243292582876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-food-foooooooood.html' title='Food! Food! FoooooooooD!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RuCrWM9-RpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sJL8qoJarzw/s72-c/P1011551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2900153432699540104</id><published>2007-08-31T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:39:23.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ray of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life is full of unpredictable events. Indeed, there is no way that man can control such events. (Note: I use “Man” which means both Man AND Woman in general.) Sometimes, we just fall for the unexpected, unknowingly yet willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relate this to my darling. When I first knew him during SP Band days, he gave me the impression that he will never take a second look at a girl like me. Thou we sat beside each other during practices, our conversations were just about gossips within the band room. Totally nothing on personal level. To me, he was someone popular with the babes and happy-go-lucky type of guy. Someone whom is always cheery and that he can handle any obstacles in front of him. He carries these bright chirpy whites with those puppied-eyes, its hard not to take a second look to observe this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to unforeseen circumstances, he had to quit band and we sort of lost contact soon after. Thou there were a few times when I tried to contact him in regards to concerts and performances, my efforts were in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not until six years later where we got back in contact. At that point of time, he is a long lost friend to me. However, as time progresses, something else happened. It was a period full of dilemmas and questions when he stepped into my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I was pretty apprehensive about him because of some facts I knew. Was I a gamble or a chip? Is he serious or is he not? You cant blame a girl for feeling unsecured correct? Especially me, im someone whom is superbly duberly unsecured. However, think of it the other way round, I am not perfect either. There are bound to be some odds which we may not accept about each other but if we were to weigh out the differences, I chose to stand by him and to overcome all odds. True love is not about loving a perfect person but loving an imperfect person perfectly (Patrick Boh, 2007). There are many close-to-perfects out there; man cannot be satisfied if our hearts isn’t settled. If man to want to look for “better” ones, it will be never ending. So y let your soul mate slip by your fingers? In this case, again, I want to thank the angels for sending someone whom managed to fulfill almost everything I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, whenever I look at Dear, I still could not believe that I am looking at him from such a close distance. I just can’t get enough of him even thou it is juz plain staring. Literally staring. I kept asking myself, am I dreaming? Is this true? I am actually in the arms of someone whom I tot will never fall for me. Stroking my hair and giving me gentle pecks on my forehead. Frankly speaking, till now, I still cant believe all the good things that have fell upon me. I really thank God for all that he has given me. I am truly truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinz Dearie is correct. When one is in love, changes come naturally. Im glad that under “proper guidance”, I managed to let go of what happened in the past. Indeed, I have felt the changes in me taking place. I took at least one year to recap and learn on the basic rules to follow in a relationship. It may sound lame but there are indeed explanations why relationship fails. I never used to believe that such thing existed, just told myself, like then like la, no big deal. However, I am wrong, there are ways and means to make sure that your rship is a successful one. Then again, it really takes a lot of laughs, tears, hair pulling, frustrations anything you can think of before you can say that your rship is stable. I watched License to Wed recently and it is indeed meaningful. A couple madly in love may not be ready for marriage unless knowing the real character. The tough part is how do you get the real character out and then decide on whether u can accept that part of him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note, you need to fall in love with the character, Not the personality or looks. You can change everything except character. This is integral. Okok, looks still plays a part, agreed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. Dear, Thanks for coming into my life. You are indeed my Ray of Light in the darkness for I know that I will always have your hand to guide me. Everything that you have done for me is simply amazing. I just wish I could do more for you. I never knew it was so hard to be apart from you even though it is just for a few hours. Is it because of honeymoon period only? We shall see ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RtepZs9-RlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AwbhxcWbv-8/s1600-h/r4247569612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104734961680664146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RtepZs9-RlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AwbhxcWbv-8/s400/r4247569612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2900153432699540104?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2900153432699540104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2900153432699540104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2900153432699540104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2900153432699540104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-ray-of-light.html' title='My Ray of Light'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RtepZs9-RlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AwbhxcWbv-8/s72-c/r4247569612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-7477799050959092470</id><published>2007-08-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:04:15.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Corner @ Changi Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4_c9-RkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5RIzuCefZc0/s1600-h/P1011545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726246895502914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4_c9-RkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5RIzuCefZc0/s320/P1011545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We went to Charlie’s corner for the famous fish and chips last night.&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate what Dear is doing for me. Putting in all the extra effort for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once posted an entry about girl’s indecisiveness on “What-To-Eat Topic”. Guys, don’t you agree that sometimes it really gets frustrating when a girl gives you an “anything” answer when being asked what she wants to eat? Don’t you wish that somehow the girls know what they want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Girls are at fault too ok. However, the solution is usually very simple. Either the girl tells the guy exactly what they want to eat OR the guy makes the decision and girls just follow it, PERIOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make it a point to make up my mind on what to eat if it’s a quick dinner and Dear usually just eats from the same stall. For longer dinners, Dear just tells me where he wants to bring me and I would be most glad to just follow him… to wherever he wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back to my original entry. Went to Charlie’s @ Changi Village for Fish and Chips. This stall was set up in 1979 and their signature dish is the F &amp;amp; C naturally. We took a short walk along the beach to enjoy the sea breeze. We chatted about all the things that happened before we got together and “dug” into the thoughts then. And Yes, we had a good laugh on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for a wonderful evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4b89-RiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMyXoosme4g/s1600-h/P1011546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101725637010146850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4b89-RiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMyXoosme4g/s320/P1011546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4x89-RjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/STeF45tq3CQ/s1600-h/P1011547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726014967268914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4x89-RjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/STeF45tq3CQ/s320/P1011547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-7477799050959092470?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7477799050959092470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=7477799050959092470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7477799050959092470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7477799050959092470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/08/charlies-corner-changi-village.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Corner @ Changi Village'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsz4_c9-RkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5RIzuCefZc0/s72-c/P1011545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5153742070977188747</id><published>2007-08-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:07:25.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;On Saturday morning, I went over to Dear’s place to see his mom. Had a long chitchat with her as our blading session was cancelled due to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear had a surprise up his sleeves which he had a hard time keeping it mum. Of cuz being the nosey me, I am sure to probe lots of questions. Finally, Dear let the cat out of the bag. He managed to get tickets for the Fireworks Festival at Marina Bay Floating Platform. Feels so good as we need not to stand a few hours in order to catch a fireworks display. I had the first class tickets and considered the best seats for the perfect view. Breathtaking and most importantly, I watched it with Dear. Got me this little balloon when he bought Putu Pirang. So sweet rite..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsk6EM9-RaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/C1GRMUV4SLw/s1600-h/P1011542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100671896848844194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsk6EM9-RaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/C1GRMUV4SLw/s320/P1011542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu0p89-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p2qvawCtNNY/s1600-h/DSC_2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101369635760915906" style="CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu0p89-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p2qvawCtNNY/s320/DSC_2408.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu1uc9-RfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0O9KMbZIuiM/s1600-h/DSC_2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101370812581955058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu1uc9-RfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0O9KMbZIuiM/s320/DSC_2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu2Ac9-RgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E1DUc6L36GU/s1600-h/DSC_2399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101371121819600386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu2Ac9-RgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E1DUc6L36GU/s320/DSC_2399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dear took one shot which I tot it was pretty artiistic. Share it with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu1Fs9-RdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uXMSnaVlrOo/s1600-h/B-&amp;-W-nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101370112502285778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu1Fs9-RdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uXMSnaVlrOo/s320/B-%26-W-nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This Sunday was pretty special to me as I did something for the first time. I cooked both lunch and dinner for Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Meatball porridge with crispy luncheon meat, salted eggs and vegs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Baked Rice with Brown Brothers Orange Muscat &amp;amp; Flora Wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu0Ws9-RbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6NxWCEPyAm4/s1600-h/DSC_2602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101369305048434098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu0Ws9-RbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6NxWCEPyAm4/s320/DSC_2602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu1gM9-ReI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KswFXfG4xIs/s1600-h/DSC_2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101370567768819170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rsu1gM9-ReI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KswFXfG4xIs/s320/DSC_2594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy cooking for Dear as he is the one whom I want to cook for. When there is love while cooking the food, it somehow tastes better. Dear so cute, he was taking pictures of me cooking saying that next time we could show it during our wedding dinner a. Whahhaha. *blush* Notti dear, make me shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear finished his portion lor. Amazing. Im glad that he enjoys my cooking not to mention being my guinea pigs for my ‘first tries’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that guys who know how to play the guitar are very charming. My dear plays the guitar! I borrowed Jaime’s guitar and he played 2 songs for me… enjoy the pieces below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5153742070977188747?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5153742070977188747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5153742070977188747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5153742070977188747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5153742070977188747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Almost forgotten how to work. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was awesome! I never regret on my decision to go ahead with my plans. This trip was something which I wanted to fulfill. I needed this break very much especially from all the drama and traumas that I have been through in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt so much from this trip, experiencing the different culture we have in Singapore / Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cities that I have visited :-&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;Orland&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Orange County&lt;br /&gt;Napa Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I overdid myself this time. Despite having only 2 weeks, I managed to squeeze in about 1 month activities within the 2 weeks I have. Seriously, if you were to ask me to write about my trip. It will be endless! I will do a few highlights :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Vegas is a MUST visit if you are in the western area. Thou it is scorching HOT there but it is indeed SIN CITY. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”. That is the line! Dun worry, I was a good girl. I dint do anything farnie.&lt;br /&gt;Did lotsa sightseeing. Went Grand Canyon / Lake Mead / Hoover Dam.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Cirque Du Soliel “O”.&lt;br /&gt;Drive solo in a left hand drive car. It was scary. Trust me, for once, I hated driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Orange County&lt;br /&gt;Visited DisneyLand / Knotts Berry Farm&lt;br /&gt;Skydive&lt;br /&gt;Tons of Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Visited New Port Beach to experience a beautiful sunset by Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Napa Valley&lt;br /&gt;HOT AIR Ballooning!&lt;br /&gt;Bought 4 bottles of wines from an exclusive winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing it down isnt as interesting as compared to the real experience. This will be a trip I will never ever forget! Although I traveled alone for more than 16,000 miles, somewhat I did still hope that I did not go alone.&lt;br /&gt;After this trip, I am somewhat a changed person. Learning to appreciate and be thankful for wad I have. Indeed the Lord took good care of me while I was having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total damage of this trip was around 5.5k. *Sweat* Now back to square one again. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to recuperate for a few years before I do another major trip again. For sure, I will revisit States if I get the chance again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2008694047067128617?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2008694047067128617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2008694047067128617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2008694047067128617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2008694047067128617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/08/states-trip-8th-july-23rd-july-07.html' title='States Trip 8th July - 23rd July 07'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3353686975965654552</id><published>2007-06-25T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:04:10.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9Ug5TW-GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i6PxPKXd6wo/s1600-h/XiaolongBao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079871828811774050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9Ug5TW-GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i6PxPKXd6wo/s400/XiaolongBao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; What is a Must eat when you visit Shanghai. XIAO LONG BAO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apart from the $1 per tray xiao long bao, I had guo tie (with soup inside), bun (also with soup inside) plus something which i never tried before, Salty Beancurd which is known as "Dou Fu Nao". The ingredients inside includes shrimps, chilli oil, parsley, soy sauce. I'll stick to sweet bean curd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS is breakfast lorr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9V6ZTW-HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OGEIwFl06fc/s1600-h/Desserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079873366410066034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9V6ZTW-HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OGEIwFl06fc/s320/Desserts.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Judging from what i had for breakfast, I totally had no space for lunch so we decided to eat desserts. The variety of desserts they have there are simply amazing. You can have desserts served as a meal, not a problem at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had this durian thingy. YEs, there is durian in China. Heavenly...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9XIZTW-II/AAAAAAAAAFA/jx1PJ6eqWfI/s1600-h/YiChaYiZuo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079874706439862402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9XIZTW-II/AAAAAAAAAFA/jx1PJ6eqWfI/s400/YiChaYiZuo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lisa accompanied me today. We went for some Hong Kong Style Food. I love the Mushroom and Chees Tarts. Isnt it sooo tempting? We decided to take the MRT to "New World"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is a typical chill out place. The structure of the buildings are very westernized. It feels as if you are in a European country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9ZxpTW-JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OPXrWN2YgYk/s1600-h/AngMoplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079877614132721810" style="CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9ZxpTW-JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OPXrWN2YgYk/s200/AngMoplace.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After which, we decided to head to Puxi Wai Tan. Just take a look at the lights. The locals and tourists just sit by the river and enjoy the view there. Simple yet mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9a8pTW-KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yr3m7QIBZL0/s1600-h/P1010520.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079878902622910626" style="CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9a8pTW-KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yr3m7QIBZL0/s400/P1010520.JPG" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9cTJTW-LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l38FAZLNzTc/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079880388681595058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9cTJTW-LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l38FAZLNzTc/s320/P1010521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something better... Bing Tang hu Lu and the VIEW!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9c7JTW-MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wEap2GNomSE/s1600-h/BingTangHuLu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079881075876362434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9c7JTW-MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wEap2GNomSE/s320/BingTangHuLu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I did not take much of pictures today. KH accompanied me for a full day of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went 'Ke Ji Guan' (New XiangYang Market) and "Qi Pu Road".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Overspent, Overwalked, Overate..... what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for a foot massage later that evening. Saw this salon that provides manicure and pedicure. I did nail art and pedicure for only SGD28.00. how cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i got a rose in the process.. how i got it shall be remained a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9kJpTW-NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TdNIurAModM/s1600-h/Nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079889021565860050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9kJpTW-NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TdNIurAModM/s320/Nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9l-JTW-OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sNfnteFrXWM/s1600-h/P1010571.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079891023020620002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9l-JTW-OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sNfnteFrXWM/s320/P1010571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After doing such pretty nails, i did not want to do anything much with my fingers. Including washing hair, so I went to the salon to have my hair wash for SGD8. Plus i have got a new hair style... nice??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9mlJTW-PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zmsNgX16eIk/s1600-h/P1010579.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079891693035518194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9mlJTW-PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zmsNgX16eIk/s400/P1010579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before i departed, Alvin took me to this Dim Sum restaurant where Senior Minister and Andy Lau once patronized. *dreamz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thatz about all for my Shanghai trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shanghai, A shopper's paradize....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3353686975965654552?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3353686975965654552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3353686975965654552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3353686975965654552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3353686975965654552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-6-what-is-must-eat-when-you-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rn9Ug5TW-GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i6PxPKXd6wo/s72-c/XiaolongBao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1645741134965404000</id><published>2007-06-21T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:57:05.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnoropTW-DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QNF_kcP0rAM/s1600-h/Steak+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078419507095468082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnoropTW-DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QNF_kcP0rAM/s320/Steak+King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me continue on with my eating.. opps i mean "business" trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok .. Alrite. I admit it was a 40% Business and 60% Leisure trip for me. HAha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alrite, this is wad i had for lunch on Day 4 of my trip. Soup &amp; Bread + HUGE drink + Main Course, Sirloin TSteak + Fruit Salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It cost only SGD6. Tell me HOW to resist such prices and food. TELL ME HOW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnosQJTW-EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GzJebneGFgw/s1600-h/Chang+Li+Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078420185700300866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnosQJTW-EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GzJebneGFgw/s400/Chang+Li+Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sugar was soo sweet, she accompanied me part two of shopping later that evening. We went Chang Li Road. Its a night street market plus eating place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I did something very adventurous. I decided to eat at the street stalls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;First I had "Ba Bao Zou". It is similiar to Black Glutinous Rice but its slightly sweeter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Next, i had BBQ chix. it is the only thing that i dared to eat. The rest were like Chix's heart, lamb and not-too-sure-what-the-rest are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lastly, followed by a Fried mee. Not too bad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Shopped till about 11pm. my legs gave way and headed back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Met Kate for lunch today. She is 2 months preggy! Congrats kate! She brought me to this Korean Restaurant where we had BBQ pork which we use cabbage to wrap over with. Gosh, the last that i tasted this was when I went Cheju. I have never eaten that ever since.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnotQpTW-FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BqQqD-FLLCA/s1600-h/Korean+Restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078421293801863250" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnotQpTW-FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BqQqD-FLLCA/s400/Korean+Restaurant.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im going to meet Janice later in the evening. She is flying into Shanghai for one night.Bunking in with her and probably going shopping tomorrow.! Serious Shopping here I come....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1645741134965404000?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1645741134965404000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1645741134965404000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1645741134965404000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1645741134965404000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-4-let-me-continue-on-with-my-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnoropTW-DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QNF_kcP0rAM/s72-c/Steak+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3604679661477934186</id><published>2007-06-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:41:08.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Trip Day 1 - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I arrived at Shanghai Pudong International Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfHuZTW98I/AAAAAAAAADg/v5RuP8rYvyY/s1600-h/Hotel+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077746704763516866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfHuZTW98I/AAAAAAAAADg/v5RuP8rYvyY/s320/Hotel+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Alvin came to fetch me as the driver had decided to call it quits. Checked in my hotel, not too bad. Clean but the bed was pretty hard. I cant complain as i took the most expensive room they had there. Take a look at my penthouse. Y would i call it a penthouse? Because it had 2 storeys lor. Shiok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not a very picky person so im alright with just clean bed, clean toilet and clean floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Overall rating 2/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfIOJTW99I/AAAAAAAAADo/LbtLFhK-Z0c/s1600-h/At+Bei+Si+Te.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077747250224363474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfIOJTW99I/AAAAAAAAADo/LbtLFhK-Z0c/s320/At+Bei+Si+Te.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I went to Gennex's Shanghai office for the first time. Pretty open concept type of office. As I did not take breakfast, i was starving when lunch arrived. Lisa suggested Italian food. I was all on for it. Now i understand y they will eat at restaurants. Their prices are equivalent to our food court prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Look at what 3 girls ate. One fruit pizza. One seafood Pasta. Green Tea Smoothie and Soup. The soup is absolutely heavenly. Creamy and Thick. First time that i tasted fruit pizza. Yummmyyy..... will head back there one more time before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfJOJTW9-I/AAAAAAAAADw/NkzyVRQu4rw/s1600-h/Shanghainese+Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077748349735991266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfJOJTW9-I/AAAAAAAAADw/NkzyVRQu4rw/s320/Shanghainese+Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;After which came dinner. Alvin suggested to go for Shanghainese food. AUTHENTIC! I was courageous to try their spicy beef. It was beef cooked in chilli oil. OMG. It was super spicy yet i could not stop eating it. Shanghainese food are little sweeter rather than salty. It has a unique taste to it. Kinda have the liking for the lotus with rice cooked in syrup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sweeet... totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;After dinner, we decided to take a walk outside. it was rather chilly in the night. The temp dropped below 20 degrees and i did not bring out any sweater. Sugar accompanied me for some Haagen-Dazs in that cool temp. it was rather crazy, yet the experience is unforgettable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Shanghai is well known for their lights. Pictures are not as fascinating but it is worth the extra look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfKIJTW9_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sErQqmM5tnM/s1600-h/Dong+Fang+Ming+Zhu+-+Day+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077749346168403954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfKIJTW9_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sErQqmM5tnM/s320/Dong+Fang+Ming+Zhu+-+Day+Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfKY5TW-AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4xpVWJGxDyY/s1600-h/Dong+Fang+Ming+Zhu+-+Night+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077749633931212802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfKY5TW-AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4xpVWJGxDyY/s320/Dong+Fang+Ming+Zhu+-+Night+Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfMNJTW-CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-6XscMMhNxY/s1600-h/Breakfast+at+Starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077751631091005474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfMNJTW-CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-6XscMMhNxY/s320/Breakfast+at+Starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today i decided to take breakfast before i enter the office. Pampered myself wit Hot Cocoa and a sandwich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Then came lunch. Lunch was at a Hong Kong Style Cafe. once again, I feasted! One Polo Bun, Some french beans, Gong Bao Chix and "Gong Zai" Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077751308968458258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfL6ZTW-BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KEb09iNX31Y/s320/Xin+Wang+Cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone please tell me how not to get fat with the way i ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luckily I decided to skip dinner today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raymond suggested that i visit their Giggolo Bar. According to another of my colleague, he says that it cost around RMB500 to make them serve u. *faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alrite... Stay tuned for more updates....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3604679661477934186?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3604679661477934186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3604679661477934186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3604679661477934186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3604679661477934186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/06/shanghai-trip-day-1-day-3.html' title='Shanghai Trip Day 1 - Day 3'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RnfHuZTW98I/AAAAAAAAADg/v5RuP8rYvyY/s72-c/Hotel+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-8175432240727247893</id><published>2007-06-12T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:50:26.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo.. Mambo.. Mambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rm4dXZTW94I/AAAAAAAAADA/-eAWmTHiWYY/s1600-h/P5300750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075026117859407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rm4dXZTW94I/AAAAAAAAADA/-eAWmTHiWYY/s400/P5300750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Went mambo recently, we were lucky that we could get in. The Q was endless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rm4eBZTW95I/AAAAAAAAADI/QeIuR4n5BmE/s1600-h/P5310777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075026839413913490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rm4eBZTW95I/AAAAAAAAADI/QeIuR4n5BmE/s320/P5310777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's me in the midst of a human river. Boy, it was real hot lor! You should see me balancing a tray, trying to get thru this human river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-8175432240727247893?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8175432240727247893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=8175432240727247893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8175432240727247893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8175432240727247893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/06/mambo-mambo-mambo.html' title='Mambo.. Mambo.. 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She is a bitch. I hate her. She looks so dao! I dont like her. She acts know-it-all. She is so bloody damn proud. Somebody Pls Kill Her !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I did get a fair share of people whom will comment and tell me about this initial “first impression”. I came to realized that either you hate or like the real me. Some will not be able to accept me for who I am in the beginning but I always pray for a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that the truth is told. True friendship is able to withstand any negative comments and always forgiving. It is never soothing to the ear to listen to negative comments but then if I refuse to accept them, how am I going to change for the better? However, I will not stop learning. I am truly blessed to have friends whom will not wear a mask to tell me that they like me but in fact they hate me to the core. I will be sad that the real truth is hidden. I am blessed to have all my friends around me now. Thank God, that somehow its friendships formed instead of enmity. That is integral. 2 regrets in my life were that I did not try to turn 2 enmity bonds into friendship. One of them is D and the other TT. Even thou we are not in contact anymore, I wish one day that we will have a friendship together again. I managed to turned around some important friendships too when I left secondary school and im glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y would I blog about this? I was back at my secondary school and I must admit it wasnt a great sec sch life except for the few great moments and some long life friends I have found from there. I did go through a period where I was boycotted and I could not understand y till now. But im glad that I rekindled with most of them except D and TT. Those were the young and innocent days.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason y I am blogging abt this is that im doing reflections and finding ways to constantly improve myself. Dont you agree that sometimes you will juz dislike a person’s face even though you have never ever seen him or her in your life before. Y is that so? Are we being too judgmental? For me, I choose to remain at a neutral standpoint. Everybody is the same. Of cuz if its some actions which happens subsequently, then it will be a different case. I choose not to hate because it is very tiring to hate somebody. However, we cannot stop others from having their own views on u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got to know the latest of such news of someone whom I dint expect to have this “first impression” of me. Definitely shocked but not surprising because I never knew my friend had that impression of me. It was though another friend that I learnt the truth. That did not affect my thoughts on this friend because what matters most is what we share right now and not what happened in the past. I’ve learnt to accept that that is the kind of vibes I give to pple whom do not know me. I have no idea how to change that but at least if given a chance to know me better, I will prove that im not that worth killing after all. However, if you still feel like killing me, I resign to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I state and declare that first impressions are often misleading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that deep within all of us is a kind soul, there is no reason y we should hate who and who. However, when we know the truth about being hated, how would the person react and change on it? If no changes are done, naturally the unhealthy feelings will still linger. Most importantly is knowing when to retract and retrack yourself and of cuz to rectify the problems (if any). But then, how many of us are courageous enough to tell a person straight in the face that he or she is being disliked? I admit I cant do that so I choose not to hate in the first place. Even if there are the slightest negative thought, I will not tell anybody because I strongly believe that all negative thoughts will turn positive eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how well (and TRUTHFULLY) do you know about your first impression? What you see may not be what people really feels. You may feel that people all around you like u, think again. The beginning may be otherwise. They may seem like to be smiling at u happily but is it a real smile or just a cover up for hatred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion. Susan’s First Impression : Wad a bitch! Wadz yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2660266479203405614?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2660266479203405614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2660266479203405614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2660266479203405614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2660266479203405614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/05/miss-understood.html' title='Miss Understood'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2933019168472176353</id><published>2007-05-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T07:43:08.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gena Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can bathe up to 4 times per day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a "baobao" which i muz smell in order to fall asleep. Recently got a new purple outfit for it. Im loving it even more.&lt;br /&gt;3. I actually enjoy the feeling of plucking my armpit &amp;amp; leg hair out with a tweezer.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love the smell of petrol and Shoe Glue. Of cuz i AM NOT ADDICTED!&lt;br /&gt;5. I will smell all new food before eating.&lt;br /&gt;6. I enjoy pulling my brother's shorts down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Sweetie Qiqi&lt;br /&gt;People whom are tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cindy&lt;br /&gt;2) Weiling&lt;br /&gt;3) Heewei&lt;br /&gt;4) Jaime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2933019168472176353?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2933019168472176353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2933019168472176353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2933019168472176353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2933019168472176353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/05/gena-tagged.html' title='Gena Tagged'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-175309144391786543</id><published>2007-05-07T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:26:03.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss u, Bloggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bon Jour!&lt;br /&gt;I took a real long break from blogging. Apologies to a few of my readers, u know who u are… *Suz the Maria is back!* I will clean and dust away the cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally completed my studies. Having completed this stage, I took a heavy burden off my chest. It seems as if it was only yesterday that I signed up for this 2 years course and now I have completed the race. It was tough, having to juggle work and studies. However, it was worth all the effort I have put in. That goes to show that tough woman exists too. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Trip&lt;br /&gt;My trip is confirmed! Leave applied! Tickets bought, activities planned. It is turning out to be more than I ever expected it to be. I will be traveling to a few states, most of which I have never been before. Initially, I was worrying about having to get approval for my visa but then I got it approved without any hiccups. Yippie.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to experience a few things which are not available in Asia. Hotair ballooning for 3 hours. Skydiving at 120mph/hour. Probably diving. Thinking of catching a glimpse of NASCAR or DAYTONA but I am satisfied with going to Kennedy Space Centre to experience a rocket launch! Ending one of the nights with the all-famous Cirque De Soliel – La Nouba!&lt;br /&gt;A was telling me that he is going up to Chicago for the Pitchfork Music Festival, wish I could go but simply have no time to go up north. Have to give it a miss or else it would be fun to have a friend there with you.&lt;br /&gt;My dad suggested that I should drive up to West Entrance of Grand Canyon where I will go through the tribal Red Indians Route but that is not recommended if im driving alone. Well I shall do a little planning on that.&lt;br /&gt;Not missing out of SURE-MUST-GO DisneyLand and Universal Studios which I believe I will not be able to cover all of it. Shopping at a Women’s Paradize, factory outlets. OMG. I am going to go nuts!&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously all pumped up as the day gets nearer. It is indeed very near considering the programs I have lined up in between. (details below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicals / Plays / Concerts&lt;br /&gt;Im lined up for a couple of programs. One of them is The Phantom of the Opera! Classic!&lt;br /&gt;Another has to be remained a secret. F was asking whether to go Grasshopper’s concert. *treat treat* haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Finding my way back home&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it brought me even closer to people who means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Outdoor Sports&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my bestie Cinz regained her normal lifestyle, we had lots of wacky ideas on things which we want to do. We are going to learn braking for blading. Haha, we both know how to blade but do not know how to brake. Thought of taking up windsurfing too.&lt;br /&gt;Cinz urged me to join the marathons with her but of cuz we would train up in the process. Shall start with mini marathons in the meantime and it will commence in June! *hup Hup Hup* *restarting engine*&lt;br /&gt;Then today, she asked me if I am interested to join Amazing Race Asia when the auditions open up for season three. Omigosh! How cool can that be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has never been such fulfilling ever since. Comparing to the old me, this is a complete change for the better. I am enjoying my life now and not looking back. I will only march forward to a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to spur on a few friends :-&lt;br /&gt;1) Dearie Cinz, pray that she will find her dream career soon.&lt;br /&gt;2) Nana Dar whom will be starting her revision classes and exams&lt;br /&gt;3) Yann Huei and Boon Seng whom are also taking ACCA exams in June&lt;br /&gt;4) Mei Darlz. Hope she will have a smooth transition during her change of jobs&lt;br /&gt;5) Ling. That she will fully recover asap.&lt;br /&gt;6) WP, who will be having his exams the whole day this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Shall stop here today. Stay tuned for more updates!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-175309144391786543?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/175309144391786543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=175309144391786543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/175309144391786543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/175309144391786543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/05/miss-u-bloggie.html' title='Miss u, 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Get one for yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RfvSldjNuoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KOwATBH5gNk/s400/63e407861054f3ee3d8ff221319cd7b4a9995f69.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-9016480161520061463?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9016480161520061463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=9016480161520061463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/9016480161520061463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/9016480161520061463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RfvSldjNuoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KOwATBH5gNk/s72-c/63e407861054f3ee3d8ff221319cd7b4a9995f69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-2552134730250643186</id><published>2007-03-13T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:48:04.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Entry Before Big Things Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have finished Hana Kimi a few weeks ago and now im hooked on Tokyo Juliet. How I wished I had more time to myself but then im quite contented that my time has been packed up with a few stuffs. OMG. I think im crazy going crazy over ahem ahem. How is it possible that such a pretty boy exist on earth! But this fad will die off when the trend starts to fade. I feel as if I returned back to Secondary Sch days when girls go all goo goo gaga over their idols. I would not say that im that extreme but to a certain extent yes, 我动心了. Not in that way, just that he managed to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the problem with dramas, its too good to be true. Like in Tokyo Juliet, Liang (acted by Wu Zun) falls in love with Sui (acted by Lin Yi Chen) despite knowing the fact that Sui’s enemy is Liang’s Father, Chu Xing (Acted by Simon Yam). Then in that show, it illustrates how deep their love was and although jealously was constantly going around they trusted each other. How Liang manages to constantly reassure Sui on his underdying love and how much magic Liang is able to create. Pop up in front of Sui whenever she needed him. Then the way Liang holds Sui into his strong arms. The way Liang wants Sui to stay by him every moment. The way Liang brushes off other girls by saying his heart can no longer contain another woman other than Sui. The way he Sa Jiao with Sui. The way he kisses Sui. Besto part was he made a wedding gown for Sui. Woo hoo! Gosh im such a romantic freak! *ROLL EYES* Come on lor, no such perfect thing will happen in reality. Wake Up Wake UP! Hee hee YOU TUBE RULES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love my weekends, they are always filled with so much exciting stuffs and never a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Café Del Mar for dinner and drinks on Friday. It was PACKED! They had an event going on that night thus it took quite a while for dinner to arrive, like in an hour’s time. When the food arrived, we were so engrossed in our food that no one talked during that period. The manager Jason offered us drinks on the house as a form of compensation. That is really a Singaporean way to making us keep our mouths shut rite by giving us FREE drinks. Then being a local, the first thing on mind is want the MOST expensive drink. For me, I just settled for a Watermelon Martini and for my complimentary drink – Kahlua Milk. For those whom I recommended this drink to, this is the correct spelling. I recommended this drink to my group of friends and they all loved it. You will not go wrong with this drink unless you do not like milk. On the other hand, I get weird stares when I order a “Milk Drink” in a chill out place then they will go, small girl must drink milk.. not knowing that at last they will be in love with this too.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to watch a movie but then the energy I had left was to keep my eyes opened until I reach home. So I gave the movie and supper a miss. Got home at Oh goodness. 3am. ZzZzZzZZZz OK la. I did not sleep immediately, lol I continued with my Tokyo Juliet until 5.30am. Now really ZZZzzZZzzzzzZZzzzzzzzzzzz….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A msged me and asked if I wanted to go blading at 9.30am. 9.30am! I was shocked to hear such an early time from him. I told him he never eaten breakfast at that time lor, still blade. Im doubtful and I was correct about it. Wakaka. Then he kept telling me that he is bored but then I was more interested in my Tokyo Juliet thus I decided to pia finish but cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Sunday, been some time since I last attended service in Singapore. After V passed away…. Sigh. Oh well.. im glad I have this chance again. Met up with Jamie, Perry, James and Jace. Hanged out a while and had a little gathering at my place. Amazingly, it happened to be Jace’s bday. Wad a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It is 9.30pm and im still in office. I have just cleared my work and will be going on my long study break. I will take this chance to blog an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After this entry, I guess I will be taking a short break from blogging while I pursue greater dreams. I am making changes to my life. I realized that there are so many many things I have yet to do and I shall accomplish it slowly, one step at one time. The next time you guys get to know me, I shall be not be the old suz anymore. To those who know what few changes are, just keep it to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Met up with HW for dinner in the evening, as usual he has tot of the makan place and this time it was a Peranankan eatery named PeraMakan along Joo Chiat Road. I give it 4 out of 5 stars. Yum Yum. I wont mind going back there again. It serves good food at reasonable prices. Catching up sesssions with him are simply great. He was taken aback with the changes that are about to happened and I feel it working too! I strongly believe that I will have people who will always believe in me, in whatever I do. When I sense that they do not, I will just keep quiet and not let the conversation carry on any further. HW my good bro! Thanks for believing in me Anyway, see ya on Sunday. Not to mention a few more names who believes in me too, My Darrhhlinngs, Just, Mei, Lingz, Cinz, Huei, Angela and my Uni mates. I love u all deep deep deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to look forward to is my Grad Trip. By end of March, I would have the trip confirmed. To when my travel dates are, shall keep u all in suspense for the moment. A was telling me that he is going to do a Road Trip there and A DIVE there! Omg, I had diving on my itinery too! Well I see how it goes ba. Who knows L may be there and I can ask her to acc me around. However, my schedule may not fit into theirs and furthermore, our final destinations are different too. This is just the beginning, there are much more problems to be tackled but it shall not prevent me from achieving my dreams! Nothing is going to stop me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I have so much things to write but i seem to have slight problems writing it down now that im super tired after working non-stop for more than 12 hours and all I had was Prata for Bfast and Ah Balling for lunch. I seem to have problems keeping my eyes opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;PEOPLE, AWAIT FOR THE UNEXPECTED! I WILL BE BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-2552134730250643186?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2552134730250643186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=2552134730250643186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2552134730250643186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/2552134730250643186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-entry-before-big-things-happens.html' title='Last Entry Before Big Things Happens'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4037832708038796679</id><published>2007-03-06T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:28:13.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with YH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Met up with YH today as we had to get Mayfong's bday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Had dinner at Pepper Lunch, Yummmmmy. ekekek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;We managed to get a bag for her from Nine West. Its soooo nice that I almost wanted to get it for myself but it was kinda pricey. Oh well, next time then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Went to The Balcony after that for a drink. Edwin was on shift, YH and him are so cute, like little boy and little girl, I couldnt stop laughing seeing how lovey dovey they are. Edwin recommended me a sweet drink and I love it! Its their signature drink! Oh Ya, and he settled our bill without our notice! Sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had a great time catching up with YH and girls juz love talking, we can yakkity yak yak non stop! We happened to stumble upon a topic on him and I told her I read his blog recently. What I can say is that this type of person is getting extinct, in a good way of cuz. This close friend of mine has been waiting for this particular girl for about 2 years ever since they broke up. I bet he is the only person who still remembers the break up anniversary. Despite the drastic change in that girl, he continues to make progress in his education and career. Hoping that one day that girl would change her mind. I can say that what he says is really what he really means, when he says he will wait he will definitely wait, no matter how much that girl asked him not to. I have seen people who say things just for the sake of getting things they want in a short cut manner and if they do not get it, they change in a snap of the finger. I mean, the goodness in that guy is really tremendous but what is that girl thinking? I think she has got peanuts growing in her brain. With such a good guy right in front of her, what the hell is she still thinking? Oh my god, will someone pls wake her up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I had a mini Fear Factor encounter last nite, I had to come face to face with a Centipede, although it wasnt as bad as the one i met at home but it was bad enuf to have me cornered at one side of the room. At that moment, how i wished I had the luxury to shout out a name that could come to my rescue. Roll Eyes. Then realised that i can only help myself. I took a whole 20 mins to battle that centipede, my heart almost popped out. Geesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4037832708038796679?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4037832708038796679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4037832708038796679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4037832708038796679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4037832708038796679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/03/shopping-with-yh.html' title='Shopping with YH'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1036480693038319955</id><published>2007-03-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:46:52.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlighted and Delighted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tot it was all settled but then problems surfaced again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tenants played me out and I have decided not to rent it to her. I tot I’ll be kind to hold onto the room for her without deposit cuz she really looked sincere. However, looks like the word written on my forehead is Stupidity, with a capital S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pple just take things for granted. Ungrateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me? Things happened so fast that I could not catch up with the pace. Just yesterday, I found myself at a cross road. You engage in that moment of not knowing what to do in life, just waiting for things to happen and when it happens, I just have to accept it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some close friends of mine for dinner last night. As usual, it was full of jokes and laughter. Gosh, I missed them so much but im glad we are still close as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the most important part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home pretty late, I was sooo tired due to the 4hrs of sleep I had the night before. KTV session and a last minute supper with E. Had lotsa fun repeating that song at KTV, practically sang around 10 times. Sorry E, for making u wait so long, at least I accompanied you to makan liao lor and I dint get much of beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to last nite. I was supposed to be doing my assignment but something amazing happened, I ended up having a heart to heart fellowship with Jamie up to 1.30am! She made me poured out things that have been bothering me. The term she used on me was, Emotionally Shut Down. I was taking it all up against myself. I lifted up all burdens upon myself not knowing my own limits. I wanted to not make others worry, thus I covered it with my happy go lucky type of personality but kept sweeping the burden beneath the carpets.&lt;br /&gt;There was a part where she mentioned that it could have been due to past incidents that I experienced and the hurt has been too deep for me to get over. Immediately, flashes of the past came back. The part where I lost the warmth of smtg very close to me. The part where I started on my Independency Track. The part where I have to exercise my duty as the Eldest Daughter in the family. The part where I have to take over the role as the disciplinary mistress in the family.  The part where I have to be the hamburger patty both in family and at work. The part where my studies comes in. The part on where my career is heading. The part where AH came in and many others. Recent incidents made me reach my limits thus resulting in where im standing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did mention that I kept shielding off myself because I do not want to be vulnerable. An onion, I have to be. To slowly peel off until the bulb is seen. Jamie has hit on so many corners of my heart which I have been burying for the past 10years. I cried non stop, she told me not to stop, I could not stop even if I wanted to. As the conversation went on, the more I opened up my heart to speak. Although it was hard to talk while crying but it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me some advices which I felt, Hey, y dint I think of that? Jamie was spot on on this particular thing that is going on in me. When she said that, all I can do is laugh and blush non stop. I shall keep this a secret cuz when it happens, all of you, my good, close, best friends will know it. As for now, there are some things which I have not fulfilled and I will start doing it. For the rest, I will leave it to the hands of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that you are never ever alone and you will never be. I will remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jamie for opening up the doors that have been shut. Although the locks were rusty but u managed to pry it open. Im amazed im thankful. I feel much better now and I will heed your advice and I will be anticipating for what is installed for me in the future. It will and it shall only be good or not even better than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1036480693038319955?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1036480693038319955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1036480693038319955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1036480693038319955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1036480693038319955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/03/enlighted-and-delighted.html' title='Enlighted and Delighted'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1621232090700195668</id><published>2007-02-26T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:16:28.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Movies, Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow. It has been quite some time ever since I last watched so many movies.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Rider, Norbit, Protégé and Follow The Law. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I missed out on Babel and Once in a Summer. One, plainly no news. Second, not bothered. Guess its VCD time! Now I have a problem trying to get them out…hrrrrmmmmmzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed all movies cuz of great company I had for all. Im not a huge local production fan but it was the company I got when I caught this show. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how boring the movie is, but with the right company, I think that supercedes anything negative. So FTL had a additional special meaning to it. To my Greedy-Bottomless Pit-Head Small-Body Big-Legs Small “Hunk” (pukes), thanks for coming down, your presence just made me forget all unhappiness. Most importantly, thanks for Da-baoing lunch for me!!  Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch these upcoming movies and my Greedy-Bottomless Pit-Head Small-Body Big-Legs Small “Hunk” (pukes) agreed to acc me to watch a few! YiPPie! Suz jumps for Joy! But can you cut down on the Jumbo Hotdogs and mustard aint that bad rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1) Spider-Man III&lt;br /&gt;2) The Pursuit of Happyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3) Shrek 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4) X-Men XX&lt;br /&gt;5) Mr Bean’s – The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;6) Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As for your reward, I hereby allow u to use me as a weight for ur back while u do the pumps! But only for once hor….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1621232090700195668?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1621232090700195668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1621232090700195668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1621232090700195668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1621232090700195668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies, Movies, Movies!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-3517721390702675404</id><published>2007-02-24T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:46:27.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ring Commemoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdxdzfwoaiI/AAAAAAAAACc/D8eWM6qlttI/s1600-h/P1010204a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034001622773557794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdxdzfwoaiI/AAAAAAAAACc/D8eWM6qlttI/s320/P1010204a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y is the ring round?&lt;br /&gt;It signifies Eternity. Eternity of wad you would ask. It is the never ending of all happiness. It is the never ending of all sadness. It is the never ending of all promises. It is the never ending of trust and commitment and faith. The most important of all, to signify Love is round. You love the same person from the beginning and after going a big circle you will continue meeting and loving the very same person whom gave u the ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Ring, A Sacred Item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I so impressed that I can write such definitions on the word Love but when it comes to practice, I totally sux at it! However, it isn’t all that bad after all, despite that I only know how to apply it in Theory, it is my faith that prevents me from all possible hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how much im beginning to lose the real meaning of the word “Trust”. I simply juz cant accept the words said by some people. A little of my own affirmation and a little of my own woman’s instinct made me stand strong. Do not believe 100% cuz you will realize that what is said is all Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People move on from stages to stages. When you have passed one stage we move on to another but don’t give lame excuses like not having confidence to move onto another stage. For its only a matter of time that truth surfaces and I shall see the real true colours. I will be able to see all the lies that were told. What’s my point of saying this? Stop giving lame excuses! Instead of me feeling guilt-ridden, I would feel disgusted of what is being said in the beginning and another action is done at the end. It gives a new definition to the word “Bastard”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Imagine if I were to trust easily again, I would have just officially stepped into another A.H II. Im overwhelmed that now I did not even waste any time on trying anything. I aint that stupid to let history repeats itself. For that Im proud of myself. Im just so glad that I was able to keep a clear, rational mind and make the correct decisions despite under that kind of pressure. We are Captains of our own Ship, we steer our journey and paths. Beware, if steered wrongly, we can only brave the storm that lies ahead. Of cuz it isn’t always the case that I am right but for now, it is definitely a correct choice I made. However, the downfall is, it will juz take me a longer time to regain back my faith in the word “Trust”. I am slowly forgetting the meaning of this word too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I regained and understood all meanings and what a ring symbolizes, I told myself that I will not put on any. Prob the only time I will is when im getting engaged ba. Dunno whether got such chance even not, LOL. By then, I will know if I have fully understood the responsibility of having it on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this chance to apologize to the giver of this ring. Something for sure is that you wont read this but I would still want to thank you for this mini-yet-filled-with-lotsa-responsibilities ring (in Suz’s definition). It is very special to me and it will always remain special. No one will be able to replace the place u have in my heart. I may never ever put this on but one thing for sure is that u will even happier if I managed to find the real ring that belongs to me and when im willing to put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will commemorate this ring with this blog entry and it will be kept locked safely in my heart, always and never ending. It served its purpose afterall…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-3517721390702675404?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3517721390702675404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=3517721390702675404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3517721390702675404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/3517721390702675404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/ring-commemoration.html' title='A Ring Commemoration'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdxdzfwoaiI/AAAAAAAAACc/D8eWM6qlttI/s72-c/P1010204a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6152603261571127618</id><published>2007-02-22T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:16:33.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts from Hokkaido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rd2jIfwoajI/AAAAAAAAACo/gRDSO-13MDk/s1600-h/White+Choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034359324829837874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rd2jIfwoajI/AAAAAAAAACo/gRDSO-13MDk/s400/White+Choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nana Darlz came back from Hokkaido! Thanks for the little gifts you got me... My "Xiao Li" and My " Bai Se Lian Ren".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once u sink your teeth in it, you will feel like you are in heaven. The chocolate will melt only when it touches ur tongue. The biscuits are like candy floss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Too bad this is only available from Hokkaido, aint too sure if its available in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ENVY ME.. wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-6152603261571127618?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6152603261571127618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=6152603261571127618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6152603261571127618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/6152603261571127618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/gifts-from-hokkaido.html' title='Gifts from Hokkaido!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rd2jIfwoajI/AAAAAAAAACo/gRDSO-13MDk/s72-c/White+Choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-8952277713405799582</id><published>2007-02-21T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:27:00.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Look Matters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does Look matters?&lt;br /&gt;This was a topic on discussion when i was having a conversation with a close guy friend of mine. I wanted to hear from a guy's pt of view.&lt;br /&gt;I polled only a few pple and all were honest abt it and said that looks does matters but of cuz to a certain extent only. Some were contented and settled for pleasant looking.&lt;br /&gt;One pointed out that what eventually matters most is what that happens next after the attraction. Then I asked him, but in the first place u would have "flitered" out whom you want to be attracted to and whom u do not want to be attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One more interesting fact that i learnt was there was such things as One-dollar Brides whom can do housework, cook and bear you babies. Then i joked, probably if i lelong for one-dollar, probably i can get lucky. LOL... then i got an offer for $1.10. Come on lor, when you pay peanuts, you get monkeys. You wouldnt wanna end up with someone who live on trees rite? Its so farnie how a conversation can go on and on for hours juz on topics like that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On conclusion, I can only blame myself for looking like this. Case Closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdwOvfwoahI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uzz_qQ6Txgc/s1600-h/garfield.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033914692635486738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdwOvfwoahI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uzz_qQ6Txgc/s400/garfield.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-8952277713405799582?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8952277713405799582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=8952277713405799582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8952277713405799582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/8952277713405799582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/does-look-matters.html' title='Does Look Matters?'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdwOvfwoahI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uzz_qQ6Txgc/s72-c/garfield.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-7838885842500721413</id><published>2007-02-19T21:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:25:17.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Dwarfs</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s93.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid93.photobucket.com/albums/l80/suzxiushan/Puppies/P1010199.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s93.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid93.photobucket.com/albums/l80/suzxiushan/Puppies/P1010200.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-7838885842500721413?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7838885842500721413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=7838885842500721413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7838885842500721413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7838885842500721413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/seven-dwarfs_19.html' title='The Seven Dwarfs'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-9020908775763382473</id><published>2007-02-16T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:00:44.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Guess it isnt that smooth a year still… There has been too much ups and downs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I step into office, C came telling me that B called to scold her. Saif who told her that we could have half day yesterday. Well the mastermind was F! The New GM! I mean come on lor, by the time the lunch ended it was already 3plus. Might as well heed home and it was always the practice that we have half day after CNY lunches.&lt;br /&gt;Fed up then say if wanna go back early today muz apply for half day leave. What is this man?! I said I will not apply, I will work full day today. The thing that pisses me off was that C2 told F that it was ME who said C said there was half day. ME lor.. she quoted my name! who the hell is she?&lt;br /&gt;But Ray came to our rescue, she told C to ask F whether is it still full or half day today. As the New GM, if he says to have a full day, he will only be making himself look bad, so at last half day was declared.&lt;br /&gt;Im not wasting time and effort to please such pple when there are much better things worth my doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there will be 2 more happy pple on earth. Are you one of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-9020908775763382473?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9020908775763382473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=9020908775763382473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/9020908775763382473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/9020908775763382473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/sighzz.html' title='Sighzz'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-7613343117916451009</id><published>2007-02-15T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:34:49.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DANCE FLOOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I watched the Dance Floor last night. My gosh! So captivating. I wanna learn Belly Dancing and Salsa! I like hIp Hop but I think im not Flexible enough. Wait till I get more Yoga lessons first.&lt;br /&gt;Gaia proves that you need not be super slim in order to look sexy lor. On the contrary,  Jewelery, comprises of 3 Chinese ladies, one of them is extremely skinny and when she dance there was completely no sex appeal. I was so turned off as when they came on stage, I went to watch my toe nails grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Dancers. They have my utmost admiration. The reason y the husband took up dancing was becuz his wife loved it and cuz he felt that his wife is too beautiful thus he rather take up dancing than let her look for another dance partner. Should I label it sweet or probably protectionist? Then again, the guy claimed that he became healthier after taking up dancing. Hmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batucadas. I Love the Girls’ Hot Bods! PERIOD. Where did the guys go? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippie, its half day at work today and tomorrow! Was supposed to go for a movie but HMPF! No follow up. Angry! But no la.. I would be doing my baking too! So b/w movie and Tarts. Tarts win today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry le. Got company lunch later. Tataz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all! Collect more ang pows for those whom can still collect and that’s me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-7613343117916451009?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7613343117916451009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=7613343117916451009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7613343117916451009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/7613343117916451009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/dance-floor.html' title='THE DANCE FLOOR!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4192933361816431175</id><published>2007-02-14T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:08:46.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is amazing, I have been going straight home after work since yesterday. Monday I had to acc my friend to do his last min CNY shopping but it was a chop chop one. Ended up I bought 2 tees for my mom too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went Phoon Huat before heading home. Bought another packet of pineapple paste. Going to bake up my next batch of tarts for my family and friends. I realized that I haven been home early on Tuesdays cuz the TV programs aired are pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is The Dance Floor – 2nd Shuffle Round. I find this show pretty interesting, I wished I could dance like them. Hrm, probably after I grad I can join my bestie in her dance class. Gosh how much I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdKmPu0gCwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tYEMRdAWxnE/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031266522922748674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdKmPu0gCwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tYEMRdAWxnE/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today Is also Valentine’s Day! Some would be affected, some wouldn’t be. Depending on which patch of grass you are standing on. Cheer Up, Life isnt all about juz today. This goes out as a consolation to all Singles, including moiself. Wakkawka. For Attached Girls, Please dont forget to get a Good Brazilian Wax for more Oomphf! Or probably juz use it as a form of surprise. Guys love surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz's Recommendation : If you are prone to pain, Do the 4XXXX (all off). If you are slightly adventurous, try the heart shaped.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I had the craziest tot today. I wanna go for diving trip at Pulau Lang Tengah. This site was recommended by George and he is going to Perhentian again. Gee… Tempting me!&lt;br /&gt;Again, I may wanna take up Rescue Diver Course but then its more expensive then a Leisure Dive. BUT then again. If I pay a little more, I get to dive And at the same time get another cert to my name. Diving is indeed a sport which makes pple happy. I am happy whenever I go diving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdKmje0gCxI/AAAAAAAAACA/8_NNKW4t46w/s1600-h/Con_Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031266862225165074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdKmje0gCxI/AAAAAAAAACA/8_NNKW4t46w/s400/Con_Ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4192933361816431175?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4192933361816431175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4192933361816431175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4192933361816431175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4192933361816431175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/RdKmPu0gCwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tYEMRdAWxnE/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4046906177215488017</id><published>2007-02-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:58:01.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had a great Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling good. Decided to make my own lunch. Did the laundry while I was preparing the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Chicken Little while enjoying my lunch and it was sooo farnie. Chix Little is so cute. Time passed fast and soon it was dinner -_-‘’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour called me and asks me to go over for dinner. I was delighted. Her cooking was nice…. I think she cooked enough to feed the whole of Singapore. I was stuffing myself as her son (married already hor, don’t simply think) kept refilling the food on my plate and it isnt nice if I rejected. Was chatting up with him and we talked about work. He told me that his team is doing pretty well. Increment was minimum $500.00 Maximum at $2000.00. My jaw dropped. He kinda hinted me to go over to work for him. BTW, he is with Citibank Group and he is the one who decides on the increment. I was WOWED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left their place at 8 to catch Phua Chu Kang Finale. Its reli touching as I grew up watching PCK Pte Ltd. Dropped a tear or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes Monday which is also today. One of my worst morning.&lt;br /&gt;First at 6.30am, I heard a cracking sound and the next thing I knew, a loud crash. I on the light and saw the poor fan on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_If-0gCsI/AAAAAAAAABI/fP3mWmRepNQ/s1600-h/P1010194a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030459760560835266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_If-0gCsI/AAAAAAAAABI/fP3mWmRepNQ/s200/P1010194a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_Inu0gCtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9XdzhEYFLjI/s1600-h/P1010196a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030459893704821458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_Inu0gCtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9XdzhEYFLjI/s200/P1010196a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I felt smtg is not right. I looked into the mirror. My right eye was swollen badly. My double eye lids were gone and even my eye bags disappeared cuz it was all swelled up. Blood shot eyes. I came to work in sunglasses, i wanted to use a scarf to cover but i figured it will be too much.  See below for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Faulty EYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_I4-0gCuI/AAAAAAAAABY/djYuPSX0NlU/s1600-h/Eye+Right.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030460190057564898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_I4-0gCuI/AAAAAAAAABY/djYuPSX0NlU/s200/Eye+Right.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD EYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_JY-0gCvI/AAAAAAAAABg/vrzK5KnF_pI/s1600-h/Eye+Left.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030460739813378802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_JY-0gCvI/AAAAAAAAABg/vrzK5KnF_pI/s200/Eye+Left.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh… Wadz next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4046906177215488017?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4046906177215488017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4046906177215488017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4046906177215488017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4046906177215488017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-monday.html' title='BAD MONDAY'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc_If-0gCsI/AAAAAAAAABI/fP3mWmRepNQ/s72-c/P1010194a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6638886486953938202</id><published>2007-02-12T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:18:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Del Mar &amp; Al Dente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I was at Esplande’s Al Dente last week. Gosh, they had the most beautiful alfresco dining. Of cuz not forgetting the ALL time fav Italiano Food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This trainee waiter from Philippines introduced himself as Adrian and he started a conversation. He was on job attachment for 6 months. He went on telling us where his home town was and where he wishes to be. Nice and friendly chap. Only 21 but came all alone to Singapore for attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food’s excellent, Service’s excellent what more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went Café Del Mar, Gosh… its sooo out of the world! It is considered one of the best place to be when you wanna enjoy a sunset or even having a drink in the pool. Or probably juz to dip your feet in the cool pool. If you aint an outdoor type of person, there is always the good old air conditioned rooms plus they have those long sofas which u can do a full stretch without having to worry about leg space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s definitely a place which I would want to visit again. Who says Singapore is a boring place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cafe Del Mar... Simply in love with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc3njO0gCqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UywOGV_fsLI/s1600-h/07022007118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029930951302449826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc3njO0gCqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UywOGV_fsLI/s320/07022007118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc3nVe0gCpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gG_MEPfMhfI/s1600-h/07022007120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029930715079248530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc3nVe0gCpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gG_MEPfMhfI/s320/07022007120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc3m0u0gCnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hZGetHgMSjA/s1600-h/07022007114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc3njO0gCqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UywOGV_fsLI/s72-c/07022007118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-6157629880365615450</id><published>2007-02-11T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:08:40.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKAWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLY CLARKSON LYRICS"Breakaway"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when the rain would fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And if I'd end up happy I would pray (I would pray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I prayed I could break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'll make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take a chance Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll take a riskTake a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Swinging around revolving doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotta keep moving on, moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fly away, breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I gotta take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take a chance Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I won't forget the place I come fromI gotta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;take a risk Take a chance Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='BREAKAWAY'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-5355507772871126847</id><published>2007-02-11T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:45:46.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; My youngest bro will be 16 on 12th Feb 2007. Despite our age gap, he remained close to me and he also felt comfortable relating his affairs to me. Be it homework to BGR's, he would be very opened to me and that he respects my advices to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad came down to celebrate for him too. The 3 of us (without George, cuz he was working) checked in Hyatt Singapore and enjoyed a mini cocktail at the lounge. That almost ruin my dinner. We went to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and there was an event goin on. There was this lady who could really sing and play the drums at the same time. AND she was gorgeous. She kept the whole mood up and you could see everyone dancing at the tables. One good song after another and the crowd shouted encore non stop. Guys were flockin at her after the performance. LOl... isnt there a doubt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bryan walloped a pork ribs and chix whereas i shared a steak with Dad. I was FULL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The next day, I went for a dip at the pool and at the same time got some sun. Long time since i last did it. We went for bfast after that. I saw the beverage corner and this brand of Hot chocolate caught my eye. I tried it and OMG. It was really good! Then I asked the server whether this brand of hot cocoa is available at supermarkets. He said he aint sure but usually the stuffs served there are imported. I was like ok. Surprisingly, this server his name is Amran, and he took the effort to find out whether I could purchase this brand outside. At last he found out that, this brand is not available outside as it is directly imported from the Swiss and only one company sells them. Guess wad, before i left, he packed a few packets for me to take home and said that if he could get them for me should i return to Hyatt and to juz inform him before I arrive and he would get a box for me.. One box at SGD44.00! OMG... most ex hot choco i ever drank! im a choco lover thus im crazy over it. He added on that that company carries many other brands which are supplied to other hotels. He passed me the contact details and asked me to contact him thru Hyatt Grand Lounge if im coming back. Im super impressed with their service level. It is somthing which I ought to learn too. To go the extra mile for my customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;For those who are interested, the picture is below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc6-0-0gCrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GoGkpSsD35s/s1600-h/Caotina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030167651245099698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc6-0-0gCrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GoGkpSsD35s/s320/Caotina.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-5355507772871126847?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5355507772871126847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=5355507772871126847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5355507772871126847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/5355507772871126847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/bryans-bday.html' title='Bryan&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/Rc6-0-0gCrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GoGkpSsD35s/s72-c/Caotina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4336797948116693272</id><published>2007-02-11T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:25:02.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Girl. Im a Tough Girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I did something which was labelled "Courageous". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;There are always many first times in life and this is definitely one of my first. There are so many first times that are waiting for us to explore juz whether are we brave enough to face them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I was supposed to go back JB today but i just wanted to be alone. A turtle always feel safe in its own shell doesnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;As you walk thru experiences, you will learn where the emergency exits are and exactly where you would walk in order to reach the exit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I will continue to stay strong and work towards what is needed of me. Move on, never stop making other pple happy. I believe in karma, by making other pple happy im sure i will be, one fine day. Call me stupid call me silly. Im willing to be hurt in order to make another happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I will never regret what i did for i will if i did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I cant wait to explore this world! There are so much things yet to be accomplished so y wait? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I still believe and i shall embrace this world with much more happiness and laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;After writing this, i feel soooo hungry... i realised I have not eaten dinner. *stomach growling* . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Im off to raid the fridge! Woohoooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4336797948116693272?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4336797948116693272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4336797948116693272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4336797948116693272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4336797948116693272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-girl-im-tough-girl.html' title='Im a Girl. Im a Tough Girl..'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-1993556560926684165</id><published>2007-02-10T03:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:54:56.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today I attended my last class. Final..Finito! I bid my classmates goodbye. Everyone of us left with a heavy heart. We even hanged out for a drink and a light meal after class. Something which we did not do often.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. It felt it was juz yesterday that we grouped ourselves together and we are known as the S.O.N group in class. Y S.O.N? It stands for September, October and November. The reason is pretty obvious, our group consist of one Sept (Angeline), four Oct (Sueh Li, Connie, Silah and Myself) and one Nov (Michelle) babies. It was hard knowing that we would not be seeing each other as often. Although 2 years is not long but we made it through thick and thin throughout this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We constantly supported each other. The stronger girls showed tremendous patience with the weaker ones. One of the most memorable study sessions was after work, we studied till dawn the next day and we took the first train back home. We were crazy back then but it was worth it. Im so glad that I knew such good friends in this class. Parting is always unbearable but we had planned out to meet for gathering every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Sueh’s place for Steamboat&lt;br /&gt;2007 – Sueh’s place for Pot Luck&lt;br /&gt;2008 – Connie’s New place ; TBA&lt;br /&gt;2009 – Angeline’s place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there is a gathering, there is a parting. We juz have to live by it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-1993556560926684165?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1993556560926684165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=1993556560926684165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1993556560926684165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/1993556560926684165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of School'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-63312104146636574</id><published>2007-02-08T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:51:40.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Day'/><title type='text'>Vday??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;In a few days time, we are going to enter the Month of Love! Yes It is going to be the Valentine’s Day Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Valentine’s Day is super commercialized day, people have different views on this particular Love Day. For me, I have long forgotten how to celebrate a Vday bcuz I have not been celebrating it for a few years already. For the past few years, Uni of Bradford has been kind to me and making me study in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im not anticipating this year to be any different from previous years. For the past few years, I always had classes on Vday itself. My sch has been kind to me. Knowing that I do not have a Valentine, they made me study. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are many other things that can be done on Vday. Ok you can say that it’s a consolation for all Singles out there. Being Single isnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Whip up a home cooked meal full of my fav food.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bake up 10 different varieties of cookies, cakes and puddings&lt;br /&gt;3) Watch 5 Dvds at one go.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go Swimming&lt;br /&gt;5) Have a Masquerade Party with my Soft Toys&lt;br /&gt;6) Be a Maria&lt;br /&gt;7) Do Hair and Face Mask. Followed by Manicure and Pedicure&lt;br /&gt;8) Tidy up my closet&lt;br /&gt;9) Study …er&lt;br /&gt;10) Sleep early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-63312104146636574?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/63312104146636574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=63312104146636574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/63312104146636574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/63312104146636574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-few-days-time-we-are-going-to-enter.html' title='Vday??'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-4605058528609779161</id><published>2007-02-06T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:57:33.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival of Tenant 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My new tenant J came last nite. The first impression they gave was “WOW”. They did not expect that I made up the room so beautifully. OK.. its not hotel standard, but at least it was cosy enuf for two individuals to have the same reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My half day leave taken did not go to waste. I really take my hat off Moms, they are indeed very capable. Pple ask me y I need to take leave just to clean up my place. (p.s : this qn was posted by some nosey poker with a Capital C). Come on lor, my ex tenant left my place at 12am on Sunday night, I did partial cleaning until 2am. My new tenant will move in on Monday evening. You think I get enuf time to rush home to clean up within ½ hr when even the most efficient moms take a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the 2nd round of cleaning when the 2nd tenant moves in. Then a qn would be post to me. Y dun clean all together? The reason is, there is this construction going on right outside my flat. Thus even if I clean now, it still gets dirty so no point wasting my efforts cleaning 100% now and having to do it again. I juz did the basics no advanced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been getting comments im getting to be more auntie. I like going to those “Za1 Huo4 Dian4”. I like going to the market. I like cleaning and upkeeping the house. Thou its hard work, but its reli reli worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-4605058528609779161?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4605058528609779161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=4605058528609779161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4605058528609779161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/4605058528609779161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/arrival-of-tenant-1.html' title='Arrival of Tenant 1'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-117031146956139170</id><published>2007-02-01T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:31:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullied....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nel gave me one description. im like a little girl whom is being bullied by big bullies out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Actually I hate myself for being such a weakling. Y cant I stand up for myself and fight for my own rights? Emotions always wins the race thus leaving my arguments skills behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Can someone teach me how to be stronger? Is there anyone who will stand up for me and shelter me from such nasty bad people? I know by hiding under another person's wing will make me equally as weak but then im a girl mah... wad can you expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh well, life still goes on... I was telling this friend of mine that wadeva unhappiness you have, let it all out. Give yourself time to cry and do wadeva you want. Besides, crying is supposed to make you healthy. However, never bring tears along with you when a new day comes. Thatz my philosophy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Finally, im able to take a little time off from my work to blog this entry. I have not been able to blog during work due to the increased work load and more to come. I can only pray that I am strong enough to get through this period, at least till Mar when my exam ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I just wished I could fly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-117031146956139170?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/117031146956139170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=117031146956139170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/117031146956139170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/117031146956139170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/02/bullied.html' title='Bullied....'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-117025963961451130</id><published>2007-01-31T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:14:20.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSSSSSSEEEDD!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I hate it when memories that I wish to forget comes back to haunt me. What makes me real pissed was that it wasnt me who sparked up the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wrote such a harsh blog entry thus to all my viewers, please pardon me should there be any vulgarities, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a parcel on the 1st week of January 2007. Having no idea who was it from, I proceed to Tampines Post Office to sign for it. (If I knew who it was from, I rather not collect it at all) Ok. So I did sign for it. After which I realized it was from KT. To me, the parcel did not mean anything to me. I had no feelings no excitement upon receiving the parcel. I forgot that I received this parcel the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not rendered any wild imaginations that Hey prob this person is trying to tell me something. I TOTALLY just chug the contents aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I was having class, he called me up. Thinking it was juz a normal call, I picked it up. He has the cheeks to even call me up! The conversation started off quite ok although I was a little half hearted talking to him. Shortly after, he shot me a blardy question. We have a common friend and this friend happened to know that I had rooms to rent and this friend met up with him. So I duno how I came into the picture and that this friend mentioned that I had rooms to rent. KT didnt know who she was talking about so she juz blurted out, Nor..Susan lor *in a friendly tone* . So he tot that I went blabbering about him to this friend. I was like come on lor, you aint even worth to be in my memory. I would rather be dead than tok abt u, u worm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bastard then called me up and started telling me that he dint mean anything by sending that parcel to me. I could not contain my anger as it started to boil at an enormous rate. I shot back and I clarified that I do not give a damn to his parcel, I merely chugged it aside and totally forgot abt it. I reassured him that he was and WILL Never ever be in the conversation between the common friend and myself. HOW DARE HE SUSPECT ME! I will not waste a single drop of saliva talking abt him to this common friend. He continued saying he sent the parcel out of a friendly act which I cut in shortly saying that, in future, dont waste any efforts on it because I do not give a damn. What is going on in his pea brain?! He stepped into my territory and yet have the cheek to point his blardy finger at me?! Pls get a life! Im not as childish as u think, Idiotic! Do not cross the line drawn. This conversation went on from City Hall until Kallang MRT. I think I got a little too heated up and pple standing beside me knew I was in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SOOOOO Pissed that im being maligned and wronged until I could not control my tears. All of sudden, the influx of past memories juz came back like a fallen dam. All of sudden, I forgot the reason y im still living on earth. For that moment, I lost it with myself. I allowed my emotions to take over me again. I hate it! I HATE IT! I totally despise myself. Y am I so weak? I started to tear in the MRT, finding it hard to control, I kept looking up to the top of the train, hoping no one sees me and trying to force the tears back. I wanted to pour out my feelings but if I did, I think it would be super ugly and embarrassing. It was so tough. I really felt lousy y couldnt I be more sarcastic? I wanted to fight for myself but the feeling of being maligned overwhelmed me so much that I could not defend for myself. Work is like that, Personal also like that. Whats wrong with me?!!! After that, he still can sms me saying that he juz wanted to create a conversation out from this topic. Pls go fly kite la! Shit. Im going to be at work with puffy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : I don’t give a hell damn to the parcel, given a choice, I would have let it rot at the PO and let it die from natural death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for cursing…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-117025963961451130?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/117025963961451130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=117025963961451130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/117025963961451130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/117025963961451130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/01/pissssssseeedd.html' title='PISSSSSSSEEEDD!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116999921160720737</id><published>2007-01-28T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:46:51.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooms Occupied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;As I have mentioned in my blog earlier that the start to Year 2007 have not been a smooth one for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bryan is down with Chix Pox and it pains me when he smsed me telling me it’s a tough period for him and he looks awful. I only can encourage him and urge him to be strong and not burst up the bubble on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I miss him and my mom and the rest of my family but I had other business to handle. One of the woes I had was finding tenants for my 2 vacant rooms. For the whole month of January, I advertised and waited for calls. The results were not good. I almost risked my life by agreeing to rent it to this couple which eventually I rejected it. The Guy was FISHY! Big time. After viewing my place, he started to flirt! OMG. Imagine he tells me that he is with this gf yet he dares to ask me out? Outrageous. I hope that he will change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Everyday Im in search of hope that I will find suitable tenants. Finally, I decided to advertise on newspapers. Voila! I dint have much problem. 3 viewings 2 took it up. They both amazes me. One lady is married but she is taking care of her kid while her husband travels abroad. She is wkg and taking her Masters at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Another is Jamie. Jamie came with her bf. Gosh they make me so envious of them. We fellowshipped today and we were toking about couples having the same faith. They had really answered my qn and its God’s way of putting bits and pieces of puzzles together for me. Being a couple of the same faith makes them closer together and sharing the same bond spiritually. This is wad Brother Heewei told me before. Now I am firm and I slowly, day by day, I know what im searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sparked me to blog this entry is how amazing that things came into place. With this, I am able to move on and solve many other things. Im am thankful for the help that has been bestowed upon me. I really couldn’t ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116999921160720737?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116999921160720737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116999921160720737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116999921160720737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116999921160720737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/01/rooms-occupied.html' title='Rooms Occupied!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116945592990148839</id><published>2007-01-22T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:52:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Jan 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After so long, I finally got myself a Birkenstock! All thanks to Mr Kuek and the great taste of Mrs Kuek. All the way from Europe! WooPee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now there are no prospective tenants thus I will be advertising on the newspapers. Hopefully God will send someone nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the # of days to my final exams and realize that im getting closer to the inferno but yet im still slacking! Suz! Buck up Buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finished moving my stuffs from the old room to the new room! Officially staying in the new room now. I miss my old room. Its so windy lor. Now the new room its pretty stuffy. Well.. I get a bigger bed so who is complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been not so smooth. Some pple trying to play Taichi with me. Don’t forget im an expert in Taichi also ah. Old bird liao think I meow only. I will Bite one ah…They better not step into my territory anymore, or else I will tear flesh one ah… *Purrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting fat again. I feel fat. I feel very fat….. I need to watch my diet again…. Cham..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Blue Monday I had today, had a round of non stop hiccups in office. So farnie… but I hate hiccups! *hic* Hic* Hic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116945592990148839?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116945592990148839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116945592990148839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116945592990148839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116945592990148839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/01/22-jan-07.html' title='22 Jan 07'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116850109430759828</id><published>2007-01-11T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:46:13.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HiHi 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GREETINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets embrace Year 2007 with open arms! Gee I just love 2007 and I cant wait for the exciting challenges that lie ahead of me! Me! Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok who am I kidding. The start up of 2007 was not that smooth sailing. Got some bad news, got some good news. However, the bad prevails the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is still alive hor its not dead yet. I was just caught up with my bz bz work. So many things happened. Many things at home starting to spoil and the maintenance is done by who? ME lor! The Maria of The House. Everything Bao Ka Liao! Then now again, another appliance spoil. Haiyo, how many more things are going to be spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im in midst of getting another tenant for the flat and im going to make some big changes to it. Im changing to the master bedroom. This is the first time im having an attached toilet for myself! But I’ve got so many things to move… Sobzzz…. So many many things to do, so little time. Every night I have been moving my stuffs little by little. Hoping that I would be able to finish moving by end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a new hairstyle for new year! (Photo TBA).&lt;br /&gt;Worst Comment I’ve received : Susan, you are a mushroom head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then i replied, Thank you for understanding Mushroom Language... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, mushrooms are reli reli tasty and it has practically no fats and it does not add calories to your diet. Isnt that healthy or wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116850109430759828?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116850109430759828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116850109430759828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116850109430759828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116850109430759828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/01/hihi-2007.html' title='HiHi 2007!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116738182327430982</id><published>2006-12-29T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:45:29.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Year 2006 is coming to an end. Cant wait for the arrival of Year 2007!!&lt;br /&gt;So many things which I wished I had done differently. I always remembered what my dad always tells me. Make any decision wisely and not to regret it in future.&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me this if I believed in Karma. I told him straight away that I believed. What goes around comes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I experienced something painful, the same thing I caused to someone else. The EXACT same things occurred to me! I got a taste of my own medicine. Very painful indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What if I caused someone to wait for a few years? Will I end up liking someone who in turn is waiting for another? Isnt Earth a crazy place to live in? Opps, Women are supposed to be from Venus rite? It is really hard to predict as the unexpected always happens. I just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou I kind of foreseen that I almost fell into a trap, I was lucky that I managed to escape in time. I confided in one of my colleagues but not much of a conclusion thou. WOMEN are such fickle minded creatures! They can say one thing and mean another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this shall be the last blog entry for 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye 2006 (pls go away and never come back!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello Goody 2007!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116738182327430982?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116738182327430982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116738182327430982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116738182327430982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116738182327430982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-2006.html' title='Goodbye 2006!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116643457982569237</id><published>2006-12-20T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:02:48.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy-to-blog Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/1600/595590/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/320/817089/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/1600/938327/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im so tired to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apologies for my lack of energy self. Gimme some time to charge up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Especially for the YEar 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116643457982569237?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116643457982569237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116643457982569237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116643457982569237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116643457982569237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/lazy-to-blog-blog.html' title='Lazy-to-blog Blog'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116637540611571768</id><published>2006-12-18T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:10:06.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farnie Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/1600/675567/meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/320/133841/meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WAkakak... I think I look very farnie in this pict. It was a candid shot (for e second pict). I dint even know it turned out to be so wacky.  The farnie effect comes in when its not seen side by side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I realised that the prolonged lack-of-sleep symptoms are out! my eye bags are soooo huge! and those dark circles.. Oh My Goodness Gracious! Help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116637540611571768?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116637540611571768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116637540611571768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116637540611571768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116637540611571768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/farnie-picture.html' title='Farnie Picture'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116473080879630489</id><published>2006-12-12T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:04:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Signs To Know U R in love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. You'll read his/her txts over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. You'll walk really really slow while you're with him/her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. You'll pretend 2 be shy when everyou're with him/her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. While thinking bout him/her...your heart will beat faster and faster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. By listening to his/hervoice...you'll smile for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. While looking at him/her..you cantsee the other people around you...you can only see that person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. You'll start listening to SLOW songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. He/She becomes all you think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. You'll get high just by their smell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. You'll realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. You'll do anything for him/her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Courtesy from a Bulletin Board.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116473080879630489?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116473080879630489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116473080879630489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116473080879630489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116473080879630489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-signs-to-know-u-r-in-love.html' title='12 Signs To Know U R in love..'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116581688470906467</id><published>2006-12-11T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:42:48.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Low has been a good girl all year round. I hope you can give me THE PRESENT which I wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped pressing door bells of neighbours and then running away.&lt;br /&gt;I have allowed cockroaches to enjoy its slow death instead of stepping on it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to be a little angel….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a Blessed Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;p.s : I have placed your favourite choc chips cookies and a glass of Hot cocoa by my huge Xmas stocking. Just in case you do not give me what I want this year, the choc chip cookies and Hot cocoa will self destruct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116581688470906467?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116581688470906467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116581688470906467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116581688470906467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116581688470906467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/letter-to-santa.html' title='Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116549978970088173</id><published>2006-12-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:11:07.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Attempt - Ondeh Ondeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been putting back this way too long! I was back in JB last weekend and i was imparted the invincible receipe of making The Ondeh-ondeh. Let me emphasize it again, it is THE Ondeh-ondeh. Not just any normal kuey.. lol ... ok la, it is a good receipe but when it comes to me doing it, then its a goner.&lt;br /&gt;I realised there were 2 kinds of ondeh ondeh. One was the normal pandan flavoured another was the sweet potato kind. I finally had hands on today. Below u can see the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naked Ondeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ondeh&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dressed Ondeh Ondeh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/1600/972990/Naked%20Ondeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/320/860290/Naked%20Ondeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/1600/806737/Dressed%20Ondeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/320/955714/Dressed%20Ondeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As i have mentioned, it is afterall my first try. Some mistakes I have made in fact LOTS of mistakes but then I learn from it and I will make it better the next time round. It was still edible, thank goodness. Will be trying it again over the weekend! Never say die. Wanna at least have the effect of gula melaka spurting out when u suppress the ball with your tongue. The effect is smiliar to squeezing your pus-filled pimple, the way the pus finds its way to the mirror in front of u... whhaha. I have juz made most pple go eeeeeeeeeeee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ended up with a messy kitchen as usual but a new skill learnt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116549978970088173?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116549978970088173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116549978970088173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116549978970088173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116549978970088173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/virgin-attempt-ondeh-ondeh.html' title='Virgin Attempt - Ondeh Ondeh!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116521942134095968</id><published>2006-12-04T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T07:59:00.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Free Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My One and Only Free Week has juz zipped past me. Im glad I had optimized it! Phew, what a week I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday – A Last Minute Dinner with my Bro at Olive @ Labrador Park. Yummilicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday – Watched STEP UP! Have been dying to watch that show! Thanks for the company even thou you were in the midst of exams. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday – Was supposed to meet my bestie but smtg cropped up. Miss her a whole lot. I dun think dinner is enough for us to catch up and gossip! Hrmz.. Dun reli remember wad I did on this day also.. geee.. STM Suz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Met Seewee @ her office! Haven seen her for quite some time thou. Someone who is always cheerful despite being under tremendous work pressure. Someone so successful at her age. My Role Model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday – Long dued Silah-Suz-Connie-Michelle’s Bday Celebration with S.O.N! Unfortunately, Mich was unable to join us. I wish her a speedy recovery! We went dinner at Terra Café and the restaurant mixed up Angie’s order with mine! I ended up with a bloody steak and I mean real bloody steak, it was outrageously bloody! Angie ah angie…. How could you eat a medium-rare steak. I wan my medium steak back! LOL….&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go Butter Factory but it was closed due to a raid recently. Poor Connie and Silah missed out. Was deciding where to go as it seems that most night places had pte events going on. Went Choco Latte and it was Dead Town. Angela called me up and asked if I was interested to go St James. After some discussions, we have decided to head down St James. Went Movida, Gallery Bar, PowerHouse, a Jazz Bar which I dunno its name and the Cantopop Dragonfly! All of sudden it felt as if I was in KL cuz of the canto songs that was played and not to mention uncles with long hairs and tattoos. Sounds rowdy huh. So many places in one night! Power. At last we stayed at Movida, they had a live band over there, I love live bands! We stayed there till 4am! Silah was supposed to leave by 2 cuz she was heading KL that morning. The music was juz “unleavable”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday – RP came with bfast! Not really bfast but still good enuf. I wasn’t even awake when he knocked on the door! I was still in dreamland lor! I was heading back to JB later that day but went Causeway Point to Jalan Jalan! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday – Went for Dim Sum with Mummy and Grandmama. Been a long long time since I woke up that early for bfast. Cant wait for it next week again! Came back to SG and went KTV! Went to “biao” Shin’s songs! Almost broke my voice box! Wahhaha.. Well it’s a way to relieve stress thou! Cant find a safe place in Singapore that you can shout ur lungs out without being stared at as if you are some psychopathic patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday – Currently at work. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116521942134095968?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116521942134095968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116521942134095968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116521942134095968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116521942134095968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-free-week.html' title='My Free Week'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116486835862279477</id><published>2006-11-30T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:32:38.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grossss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I have made up my mind. Nothing is going to stop me now. I am as determined as an ox. I am going to conquer my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have decided to cut up that papaya that has been on the dinner table!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken the pictures of that particular papaya ! Wasted! You would ask what is so scary about slicing up something that is so sweet and nutritious? Most girls love it for obvious reasons. Shant go into too much details. Ok here comes the part. I fear cutting up papaya because of the following reasons :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      The look of the seeds is terrible!&lt;br /&gt;2)      You may get white wiggly worms in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few holes on the outer skin. So I gave myself some mental preparations that I will be expecting worms. I laughed at myself the way I cut that papaya. It was really gross lor. Imagine there were 2 palm sized area which were “worm-penetrated”. You could see the holes and when I dug out the infected parts, there was this HUGE FAT WHITE worm apart from several other smaller worms. I almost fainted on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I managed to salvage only a few pieces of papaya flesh which was still “safe”. I used a spoon to scrap the seeds out….. Trust me, my goosebumps surfaced when I did that. Hopefully I wont go thru that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this opportunity to salute ALL papaya cutters. Utmost respect for u….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116486835862279477?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116486835862279477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116486835862279477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116486835862279477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116486835862279477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/11/grossss.html' title='Grossss!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116479073060528402</id><published>2006-11-29T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:02:39.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for a movie last nite.. STEP UP! It’s a really good show.&lt;br /&gt;It illustrates tough choices we make and how to we make our lives better. It’s not luck it is really up to us. Are we willing to make a decision that would hurt people’s feelings (temporary) for smtg good in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Cinz for makan today but Sanz was back from Aust thus she needed to spend time with him. Furthermore, it is his Bday today! Happy Birthday! So the more she should spend time with him. Thus tot it is a good day to get things sorted out. Going to pick up my dad’s stuff. Get some of my stuffs and prob head home to heat up the chicken curry dad brought out from JB for me. Yummy. Cant wait for evening to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetstar Asia is having their 2007 promotions. Air ticket to Bali is SGD154.00 +. So tempted to go for a holiday but I Must control… control.. Mind over body. I will have my well deserved holiday in no time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed so slowly at work for me. Justina Dar is going for her study leave and exams, no one to chat with me in office le. Sobz. *sings Madonna’s ..Time goes by, so slowly. Time goes by, so sloooowwwwlllliiieee* All the best in her exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33620913-116479073060528402?l=suz-fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/116479073060528402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33620913&amp;postID=116479073060528402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116479073060528402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33620913/posts/default/116479073060528402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suz-fairytales.blogspot.com/2006/11/step-up.html' title='STEP UP!'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13193521986924230430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AHjkcJYoPtA/R-CGINVyh8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QX-9QzyLFX4/S220/Susan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33620913.post-116455583779923344</id><published>2006-11-25T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:19:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1603/3036/1600/
