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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115882323151798355</id><published>2006-09-21T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:28:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...i've moved...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;august has been one of my record month in my 2 years of blogging, a grand total of...ONE...post for the whole month. i feel ashamed at myself for calling myself a blogger, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, moving on, &lt;em&gt;happy 2 years anniversary&lt;/em&gt; to my blog and blogspot counts this post as my 300th post (must have some posts type halfway not posted ba, hee...). to preserve all my entries, i've finally managed get my ass to set up another blog i'm been thinking of doing for the last half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been great at blogspot and a good start to learn all the geek computer language. however, nothing is forever like the chinese saying goes 'tian xia wu bu shan de yan xi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks blogger for all the good times we've had and all the good friends i've had made. you are firmly etched in my heart being my very first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;update your link and visit me at '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loverainbows.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Rainbows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~291~::&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/8168105-115882323151798355?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115882323151798355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115882323151798355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115882323151798355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115882323151798355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-moved.html' title='|||...i&apos;ve moved...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115605197870421341</id><published>2006-08-20T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:05:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...statistician: a man who believes figures don't lie, but admits that under analysis some of them won't stand up either...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its been the longest longest longest time since i've last blog. a good long month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been most busy with my school assignments mainly. sounds as if there's a lot but actually only 2. haa... but its really not easy lor. been looking forward to this weekend because its the weekend since the longest longest longest time where i can just sleep late, wake up, stone and surf the net for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few weeks has been extremely stressful and its like only the beginning with 2 more assignments to go plus 2 tests before my exams in november. i'm really hoping to do it all right this time round so that i don't go around in circles and also waste any more time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things happen in the last month on top of my assignments. like a great loads of fun trip up to genting with dar, regan, ah di and calyn. like watching the nicest, beautifulest and coolest fireworks imported from france. like adopting a new blog name - RAINBOW! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same colleague that commented on my blogging was sharing on how famous bloggers have always some sort of moniker - falling snow, drink won't vomit, drink a lot, sh*t colour etc. so i should come up with one too since those whom always uses own real names are never popular. after delibrately, he felt sticking with the nature is the best (i bet its because i'm such a natural person, haha) therefore i'm now being baptist 'R.A.I.N.B.O.W'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so touched that he bothered (actually it shows how free he is in office lor). but its hilarious. i'm called rainbow aka cai hong, since my surname in hanyu pinyin is really cai, in office - 'cai hong, customer want etc etc, how huh?'. i like rainbows la. imagine finding me is equivalent to finding a pot of gold! so if you find me, you'll be rich, what a cool slogan for my new blog page. yes, i'm moving. because i've accumulated 300 posts and any more it will start over-riding my previous posts which i wouldn't want it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a nice 2 years here. looking back has been wonderful. there was so much memories - happy, sad, angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't decided if i should still stick to blogger or somewhere else yet. will let you all know soon in my next official announcement post. remember to update your link ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~290~::&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/8168105-115605197870421341?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115605197870421341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115605197870421341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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only goes round by misunderstanding...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm feeling melancholic. this feeling always magnifies when i'm all alone at night reflecting the day - if there's anything i can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, there are lots of things that i could. and this makes me depressed thinking why didn't i do these things better than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i've been losing my temper so frequently at dar - always wanting to do things my way, not listening to any of his suggestions or alternatives, sending everything that went wrong his way, nothing is my fault, commanding him here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the best thing that happen to me and has been &lt;strike&gt;pretty&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;very&lt;/strike&gt; extraordinarily wonderful to me (i hope i'm not boosting his ego if he ever reads this, yes, he don't read my blog &lt;em&gt;normally&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think humans are very contemptible. the nicer one is to the other, the other tend to take it for granted. then when being treated the opposite way, the other become nice back. its hardly always one nice and the other nice back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall resolve from this minute onwards to be nice. very nice. very very nice. and i sincerely hope he will be very very very nice back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~289~::&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/8168105-115246140873789896?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115246140873789896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115246140873789896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115246140873789896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115246140873789896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-only-goes-round-by.html' title='|||...the world only goes round by misunderstanding...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115235546971196811</id><published>2006-07-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:51:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...when someone allows you to bear their burdens, you have found deep friendship...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my very buddy fellow colleague was reading my blog and he says i've got a problem because i like taking pictures of myself and putting it up. come to think of it, that was really narcistic of me. &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; that is also a common personality trait of people whom blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not be a strong and obvious characteristic in some. however, i believe this streak of personality is in a blogger, just to what extent - xiax*e vs &lt;a href="http://xiaoluo.blogs.friendster.com/the_world_through_my_eyes/"&gt;xiaoluo&lt;/a&gt;. the first talks about herself all day long. the latter talks about the world, the news, the books and a tiny tiny tiny bit of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to justify to say i haven't been doing that for the longest time. but actually, the real reason why you haven't seen any of my pics is because i've haven't been taking lots of pictures of myself and even if i had, i'm too lazy to upload it. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, i'm growing older everyday and less narcistic? i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i do know is, i keep this blog alive to keep in touch with friends whom i hardly meet, albeit its pretty one-way as i'm sharing about my life nitty gritties, up-and-downs, frustrations, complains etc etc. two-ways occasionally when i've got comments. and three-way when i read the blogs of friends and know whats going on in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also serves as my personal space to share my thoughts, vent my anger and give my 2 cents worth of whatever issue was fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-reading the past also brings back lots of warm memories. like i just spent the last hour reading my archives, reminiscing some of the good old days. this is what keeps my memory of myself alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yes, bryan tan hong kwee, this post is dedicated to your comment to me this morning, i love blogging and i think you should start one too!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~288~::&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/8168105-115235546971196811?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115235546971196811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115235546971196811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115235546971196811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115235546971196811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-someone-allows-you-to-bear-their.html' title='|||...when someone allows you to bear their burdens, you have found deep friendship...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115202733698463974</id><published>2006-07-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:43:50.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let's &lt;a href="http://ping.sg/"&gt;ping &lt;/a&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit @ 11.39pm : ok, i suck at technology. i ping-ed it all wrong. :( will try to do it correctly with the next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~287~::&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/8168105-115202733698463974?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115202733698463974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115202733698463974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115202733698463974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115202733698463974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/07/any-sufficiently-advanced-technology.html' title='|||...any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115194092463834960</id><published>2006-07-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:46:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...an adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered; an inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm getting fat. its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;uncle neighbour : wa, congrats! expecting 2nd baby ar. good la, about time.&lt;br /&gt;me : what.the.#$%^&amp;*#$%^&amp;amp;xzyabctuv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already burn that set of clothes i was wearing. it &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually how to not get fat you tell me when i'm going to have dinner only at 11pm at least 3 times a week since i'm starting my lessons this week? that's like supper and you know what the experts say about not eating 3 hours before you sleep and suppers are a confirmed guarantee plus 20 chop sure get fat because the body slows down when you sleep and it takes a long time to burn up the fats and low metabolism rate as well and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i just ate 3 bbq chicken wings and a bag of fries with a can of coke contemplating if i should go on to my 2nd can. and i'm like yawning when typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty glad though i'm not the only one whom's going to mug like mad sooooon. though &lt;a href="http://dar/"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://uzyn.com/"&gt;ve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ah_di/"&gt;ry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://incywincy.wordpress.com/"&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahmeng22.blogspot.com/"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; in different courses and most probably different assignments and exam timelines but i guess we could all study together at one point or another or just motivate one another. especially this time round, many of them is like me - work and study. yay~ i'm not suffering alone. ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come come, lets all form a study group... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~286~::&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/8168105-115194092463834960?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115182941547910873</id><published>2006-07-02T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:36:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...to punish me for my contempt for authority, fate made me an authority myself...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what a beatiful lazy sunny sunday......10 minutes ago. now is what a boring hot everythingnotnice sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had a swim and feeling relaxed and wonderful till i got pissed and now everything just sucks. had lots to blog about when i was in a good mood but all the stuff that i wanted to say just vanished when moodiness crept into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind's now in a blank and when i log-on blogspot to create a post, i totally had no idea what to blog. waiting for the seconds to tick by so that i can get more pissed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so true woman's mood can swing from one end to the other in a matter of nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~285~::&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/8168105-115182941547910873?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115182941547910873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115182941547910873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115182941547910873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115182941547910873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-punish-me-for-my-contempt-for.html' title='|||...to punish me for my contempt for authority, fate made me an authority myself...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115159649032155866</id><published>2006-06-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:05:38.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...if you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm not happy thinking that some of my very buddy colleagues are on their way to redang, a trip that i initiated but can't go. so sad lor! every other minute, i'm wondering 'hmmm, the bus is now 1/5 way there and perhaps making a stop for some supper at one of the road side setups in malaysia'. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun, the sand and the sea - my favourite combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i think redang is so overpopulated with tourists right now because so many friends or friends of friends or friends of friends of friends or friends of....(well, i think you get the picture) has been there or going there or is there right now, this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people not fun one lor. how to enjoy thoroughly when it looks like east coast park with blue waters on a sunny sunday afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my colleague told me i'm being sour grapes as i cannot go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lor. not true lor. i think not fun &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. i'm not a bunch of sour grapes okie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~284~::&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/8168105-115159649032155866?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115159649032155866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115159649032155866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115159649032155866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115159649032155866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-tell-truth-you-dont-have-to.html' title='|||...if you tell the truth you don&apos;t have to remember anything...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115150737608682065</id><published>2006-06-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:45:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...to achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think regan is growing at an alarming rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when i'm not so tired and not in a rush to continue watching my tv or surfing net, i will spend more time tucking regan into bed. yes, i'm that bad a mom to view that the telly and internet are more important. :p anyways, so tonight happens to be one of the night i've got more time to tickle him and play-pretend with him during his bedtime but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : ok, i sing you songs ok?&lt;br /&gt;regan : don't need. big boy cannot sing song already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~283~::&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/8168105-115150737608682065?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115150737608682065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115131676837968421</id><published>2006-06-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:12:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...health is not simply the absence of sickness...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been sick, very sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bad time to fall sick when there is so many activities over the last weekend planned. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling depressed that i've wasted a weekend full of activities. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~282~::&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/8168105-115131676837968421?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115131676837968421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115131676837968421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115131676837968421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115131676837968421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/06/health-is-not-simply-absence-of.html' title='|||...health is not simply the absence of sickness...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-115011890508277255</id><published>2006-06-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:33:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...we do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today manage to get off work early for some weird unknown reason. expected to work late as another colleague is on leave. haa... nevertheless, its going to be work-till-10pm for tomorrow as some renovation contractors are coming to touch up some parts of the lousy botched job they did earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid right, they do lousy job but we got to suffer with them when its not our damn problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i hate soccer but for some weird unknown reason again, i'm like more interested in this year's matches. funny... and i can sit through one whole game. which is amazing considering i used to just fall asleep almost immediately once the tv is tune to a soccer match last time. nope, i did not bet on any team so no reason why i should be like &lt;strike&gt;monetary motivated&lt;/strike&gt; keen in watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope no one around me is going to bet heavily. 'shi du jiu shu' lor. little bit for fun ok la - like betting on saudi arabia - 10 to 3500 (last heard)! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be a long week. felt super depressed about work yesterday when i thought about the long week as whole week got somebody not around in office everyday. but after going through one day today, it wasn't as bad as i imagine and i realised i'm not on duty this saturday (bad news is will be &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; duty every saturday for the next &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; saturdays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope such optimistic thinking sustain lor. hope my happiness won't be short-lived lor. hope its really going to be like today everyday lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its school holidays month. its world cup month. its ah di coming home month. its regan's birthday month. its father's day month. its joanna's birthday month. its a month before my birthday month. its a month before dar's birthday month.  its cartoon network concert on sunday which regan will be going month. its a rainy month. its a 18-june jovan and swimming coach go overseas thus no swimming class month. its regan's first art class on last day of june at the nearby cc month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, its a month that seems boring but full of many things month after listing all of them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, looking forward to ah di coming back from perth. that means cal will be around everyday. which also leads to one more person for me to torture or keep me entertain. hee... and can go sentosa la, bbq la - more people more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to do even more interesting things still. still pretty sad i can't go redang during end of the month with my colleagues. it would be so fun. but actually go with who also ok la because the main point is I WANT TO GO REDANG. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is want to go redang so much lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~281~::&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/8168105-115011890508277255?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/115011890508277255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=115011890508277255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115011890508277255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/115011890508277255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-do-not-know-what-we-want-and-yet-we.html' title='|||...we do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114987001583085286</id><published>2006-06-10T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:24:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...friends have all things in common...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just have the mood to blog and blog and blog...and blog and blog and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 contacts on my msn and noone is online. damn, just when i feel like talking to someone, anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is so lame sometimes. can it be ever highly highly highly interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a yo-yo this couple of days. got good days and bad days. but who doesn't? not too please that things are moving *&lt;em&gt;interrupt&lt;/em&gt; i hear some GOAL shouts, has the first match of world cup started? i thought it starts at 3am or something? hmmm* like kinda slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talking about time here because time on the other hand is moving too fast. but i'm talking about things like my career progression and...and... erm, ok thats it, just my career progression. why does things take so long to move from once phrase to the next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really a patient person lor. but i'm also not so capable until can move up and up and up. no brains, no looks (female boss so got look also no use), no luck. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is stagnant now and its getting boring with all the daily many and lots and tons mundane things that i must do to get past each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why like that? i only i have a magic wand or a genie or a fairy or something that i can wish a thousand wishes that i can wish and wish and wish. yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;interrupt &lt;/em&gt;goals shouts again? i think the match has started. but so fast got team want to kick goal liao ar? i hate football actually! so boring. sit and watch like 120 mins for that 1 min of ball flying pass the goal post lor. how fun is that?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i go on my tv to check if the very first world cup match has began. got game in office to guess then top 16, top 8, top 4 and so on to get the most number of points and win the pool of money. wanted to participate but i really don't know which team to choose lor. so its sure money give to those li hai punters thus never join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any tips anyone? i think not too late to submit my form to them though. if you are good at this, give me a list of...erm...i think...top 16, top 8, top 4, last 2 and your guess of winning team will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~280~::&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/8168105-114987001583085286?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114987001583085286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114987001583085286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114987001583085286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114987001583085286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends-have-all-things-in-common.html' title='|||...friends have all things in common...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114986801066493217</id><published>2006-06-09T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:27:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...creative work is play; it is free speculation using materials of one's chosen form...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;got the mood suddenly to blog after reading an email one of regan's classmate mother on her blog. hee... visit &lt;a href="http://starzjewels.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sure you (like &lt;a href="http://incywincy.wordpress.com/"&gt;dap&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.calyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;cal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xiangying.blogspot.com/"&gt;xiangying&lt;/a&gt;, pamela, rachel) will like it lor. i love the designs (especially the sweet sweet ones because i'm such a sweet sweet girl - hahahahaha, don't puke) but i'm not a dangling earring girl. actually i'm not an accessories person la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do wear them (those non-dangling non-fanciful types) but i too lazy to change. so once i wear it will always be there till it drop off by itself a.k.a. i lost it unknowingly. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, do give her your support ya as i think the designs are very original, it comes in limited pieces so not common and best part is the price is affordable. she accepts orders via emails too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy direct best because no middleman to cut the comm but if you want to browse, her creations are available at far east plaza too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited as i've no friend (consider a friend la hor, if not son's friend mother like so long-winded right?) whom is selling accessories. do have some friends who make but for their own wear and they don't blog about it at all. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog about regan's birthday 2 days ago soon with photos (hopefully, too lazy to upload and save and do the collage and publish lor). unless someone want to volunteer to do it? pretty please? *winks* anyone? ok, i know when i'm being ignored. *pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~279~::&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/8168105-114986801066493217?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114908593665411261</id><published>2006-05-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:32:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...nobody believes the official spokesman... but everybody trusts an unidentified source...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last day of the month. feeling very sick of my job. *sighs* its really sucking me out of my life working almost 14 hours daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a bad mood. hair is in a mess. don't know what to do with it. complexion in a mess. because of 'time of the month' i suppose or my stressful state lately. body in a mess. i think its falling apart, some parts are malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal state is in red and high and critical alert conditions. boo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;::~278~::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168105-114908593665411261?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114908593665411261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114908593665411261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114908593665411261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114908593665411261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/05/nobody-believes-official-spokesman-but.html' title='|||...nobody believes the official spokesman... but everybody trusts an unidentified source...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114771473636146202</id><published>2006-05-16T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:41:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went back to work today because i couldn't help but worry about the amount of things i wasn't able to do on saturday. end up left office at 12am which was just a moment ago. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work today, the &lt;strong&gt;'loss of the safe vault keys' &lt;/strong&gt;saga was at play. i'm so freaking mad even till now. *sighs* it has been a long long day and so too tired to tell you what had enacted. would save the email when i get back to office on wednesday and publish here instead of re-typing the whole story la. that email was emotion at its peak (or maybe 3/4 peak. when the saga unfolded, i was too stunned to have any reaction) and so &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; email reflects the best on how i really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left that email as the last to do before i stepped out of office (to proof to them how late i really work) but as poor dar was waiting downstairs in the car with poor regan, didn't have time to to really plump it up. even then, i think the email has put my point across (hopefully unless some people are just so dense which indeed &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things to do tomorrow on my delayed off day. but i don't i have enough time to do all of them. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom going on a trip to taiwan in about 5 hours time. how i wish i can take a break and travel some to unwind. saw on our intranet there's a redang snorkling trip coming up in june. pretty cheap and sounds fun! forgot to print out the circular to persuade dar or some girlfriends. set, prioritise that on wednesday. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addicted to these &lt;a href="http://www.funnyflash.com/profile.php?id=2748"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;. give it a try, sure get hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~277~::&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/8168105-114771473636146202?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114771473636146202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114771473636146202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114771473636146202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114771473636146202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/05/pleasure-in-job-puts-perfection-in.html' title='|||...pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114750810695988442</id><published>2006-05-13T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:17:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...all things are difficult before they are easy...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;supposedly to be another long weekend for me as friday (yesterday) is a holiday (vesak), off today (saturday) with sunday (tomorrow) the usual rest day and i took off on monday (the day after today) but i went back office today (saturday) for almost 4 hours to clear some (or rather alot) of work. sounds confusing? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired. i seem to be working day in day out, non-stop. my mind is even going through the day's event to double-check if i've missed out doing anything when i close my eyes at night. and if &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; think of something that i did not do, i'll be tossing and turning in bed worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can be less work oriented. i wish i'm not such a perfectionist so everything can be done 'chin chin chye chye'. but the best solution is &lt;strong&gt;i wish i have 36 hours a day&lt;/strong&gt;. then i can finish everything and still have time for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my achilles' heel is being scatterbrained. someone can tell me something and once i turn around, the something also get turned out of my brain. *sighs* like i just forgot where a bunch of safe vault keys had went to. i am going to be so d.e.a.d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, worry about that on tuesday. going to rest full and well for the next 2 days to make up for all the loss of personal time accumulated over the last 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~276~::&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/8168105-114750810695988442?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114750810695988442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114750810695988442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114750810695988442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114750810695988442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-things-are-difficult-before-they.html' title='|||...all things are difficult before they are easy...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114711018792002428</id><published>2006-05-09T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:47:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...stupid is forever, ignorance can be fixed...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i so pissed with those bitches in my office. i've never been so pissed with colleagues in my entire working life. i've had enough of them. they (note the plural) are super inconsiderate, loud, so full of themselves and they either don't understand english or just plain dumb as they can never follow the instructions that is given. i really feel like smashing up their faces. can i can i CAN I??!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~275~::&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/8168105-114711018792002428?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114711018792002428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114711018792002428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114711018792002428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114711018792002428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-is-forever-ignorance-can-be.html' title='|||...stupid is forever, ignorance can be fixed...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114685059345424220</id><published>2006-05-06T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:36:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...it is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm totally maxed out at work. left office at 12am today. not mentioning for the last 3 weeks, i've been working till about 9pm AND i reach office at 8am. that's like average of 13 hrs a day. i'm so going to lodge a complain with the ministry of manpow*r for salvery or cheap labour or whatever works. but then again, i think they are in cahoots being a 'governm*nt' bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* i'm dying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~274~::&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/8168105-114685059345424220?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114685059345424220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114685059345424220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114685059345424220'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by : &lt;a href="http://www.jobsite.co.uk/cgi-bin/myjobsite_questionnaire.cgi"&gt;jobsite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~273~::&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/8168105-114623928216856870?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114623928216856870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114623928216856870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114623928216856870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114623928216856870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/04/personal-profile-test.html' title='|||...personal profile test...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114468395086501859</id><published>2006-04-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:45:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...rest: the sweet sauce of labor...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm supposed to be blissfully enjoying this one week of break. but here i am since saturday already worrying about the pile of work that's waiting for me to clear next week after my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai yo, my mind is really not resting like that lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~272~::&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/8168105-114468395086501859?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114468395086501859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114468395086501859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114468395086501859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114468395086501859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/04/rest-sweet-sauce-of-labor.html' title='|||...rest: the sweet sauce of labor...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114388027920170248</id><published>2006-04-01T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:47:03.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...happy april fool's day...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;damn, just when i thought noone celebrates april fool day anymore and i got con!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to uzyn... i thought he had turned nuts from school and missing sek ling when i click on the link to his blog and saw it turned to something so unlike him - bunnies and stuff and saying its under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't come up with anything to trick all of you or anyone at all. the very first (and i think last) person i trick was dear at 12.05am. came up with some lame trick. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember it was more fun in schools where we would trick the teachers mainly. hoho... for my secondary school, we weren't really &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; it la. just mild and basic jokes. i do hear some schools where its really happening lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving to a container to work for a month starting tomorrow. got to go back tomorrow to unpack the boxes. how sians to go back to work on a sunday right. *boo* got lots of pictures but lazy to upload them. will get down to it soon (&lt;em&gt;i hope&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the last time i was complaining that the stupid bluetooth adaptor doesn't seem to work no matter what i did. i complained to dar the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; wa lau, i think your pc sucks leh. everything spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dar :&lt;/strong&gt; what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; i want to use the bluetooth adaptor to transfer photos over to the pc lor. then cannot detect my hp. i try so many times. plug out and in, reset pc, off and on my hp ALL cannot work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dar :&lt;/strong&gt; is your hp bluetooth detect setting turned to invisible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and VOILA! i'm so stupid &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~271~::&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/8168105-114388027920170248?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114388027920170248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114388027920170248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114388027920170248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114388027920170248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='|||...happy april fool&apos;s day...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114356218406077910</id><published>2006-03-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:47:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sighs* i'm supposed to be in bed but i can't get to sleep. why always like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its time for bed, i can never seem to get my body to rest because my mind is in a mess. and then when its time to wake up, i simply snooze in bed until my hp alarm has rang dozens of time before i will jump out for bed and then begin my day with a mad rush of getting to office on time. and of course, i never get there in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is under the attack of a million zits. *wails* it must be the bad air in office (i was glue-sniffing the whole day today, if you see me next time with a runny nose + yawning nonstop + looking listless, please buy me a bag, i must be addicted, the rest of the days where i'm not glue-sniffing, i'm being a vacuum cleaner, breathing in all the dust particles! imagine the place looking like genting in the morning when we stepped in lor, its that serious.), thinking of tens of ways to come up with counter strategies against my political office colleagues, stressing over other business ideas, worrying about the high rate of transmission for hand-mouth-foot disease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the paragraph above looks intimidating but trust me, those are only some of the problems my brain is going through at any point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received a call from regan's school that scared me for a minute yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*music - my way by zhang jing xuan*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teacher :&lt;/strong&gt; hi, this is teacher meng choo, can i speak with mr or mrs chan please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; this is she. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teacher :&lt;/strong&gt; hi mrs chan, miranda has more uclers after doing our routine afternoon check for all the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; *confused, thinking what has this got to do with regan* huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teacher :&lt;/strong&gt; you asked me to call you if miranda has more ulcers in her mouth in the morning right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; *urhhhhhhh* er, this is regan's mom, not miranda's mom. you've got the wrong mrs chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teacher :&lt;/strong&gt; AHHHHHH, sorry sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; its ok. by the way, please keep regan far away from miranda hor. thank you ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really freaked me because regan was suspected of hmfd 2 weeks back. but after monitoring for 2 days, the doctor said it wasn't. its not a illness to joke about as it can be fatal for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone i meet whom are rude enough is really shock at my face condition and have no qualms about asking me openly and loudly "what happen!?!?". yes, my face is that bad... went for a facial on monday evening to clear them out. so hopefully they recover quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about that, the only place i go for my facial is at faber house. its really great. i hate pushy service staffs and they don't at this place. i mean how can you relax when someone is talking their about the wonderous ways of their products or harping on how much you can save by signing up for their package? then my brain needs to do mental sums on how much i can save, how much is the package, if i've enough to pay, after i sign how long i must lunch on cup noodles etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT since they have been so nice so nice for the last couple of years, i've took up their package there. haha... its a big step for me as i do not believe in taking packages. couple of reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i have to come up with a lump sum upfront. just like insurance, i pay mine monthly and not yearly. hurts less on your pockets though if you pay yearly, you do get a small discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, what if the shop close down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i don't normally frequent just one. i go to wherever is convenient. sometimes, during the last minute (sounds very like me), i suddenly want to do a facial (or pedi or mani) and cannot wait till next day, i will call until i find one has available slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, what if my favourite service staff that do for me is not there, i don't like to be 'handled by strangers' after i get a package since its mainly because that favourite service staff is there to 'do' me. don't need to build a relationship all over. very tiring one you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth, its really my favourite facial house. i'm been going to them for the last couple of years. not that i every visit others but i've heard lots of horror stories about others - face gone wrong, made to sign a $20,000 package, bought thousands of useless products and so on which is enough to make me appreciative of my current anesthetist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 5 good reasons are really enough reasons to qualify my signup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't tell dar how much yet. in fact, i don't every tell him how much each session cost. his heart stops easily over money matters ma. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the system is pretty an ingenious one so they don't really call it a package. they coined it as credits. so you get a certain amount of free credits for the applicable tier of credits you purchase. more credits you purchase at one go gives you more free credits of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no expiry date plus its not restricted to just yourself using the credits. the calculations comes up to about a 10% after adding in the free credits for mine. so if you got money can buy more, this 'discount' will be more lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i'm getting like so boring over this. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CALYN LEE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAPHNE LOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i'm sorry i missed both your birthdays. you know i'm never good with dates. very bad in fact, so please forgive me. only realise it after i read both your blogs just. hope both of you enjoy your very day. and remember to say thank you to your moms for bringing both of you to this world ya! =) *muakz + hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit @ 1:12am : i think my birthday tag was not prominent enough (in case they think i "bo sim")... so here goes ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit on 1-apr-06 @ 4.00pm : after some feedback (everyone happy! yays...) ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAPHNE LOO&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MENGLI JIE&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; CALYN LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~270~::&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/8168105-114356218406077910?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114356218406077910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114356218406077910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114356218406077910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114356218406077910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/03/nobody-got-anywhere-in-world-by-simply.html' title='|||...nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114338680639904609</id><published>2006-03-26T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:29:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...i'm tired of following my dreams; i'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in a pretty good mood now. must be that glass of white wine i had earlier. i think a glass after a long day really has therapeutic effects. it really lifts your mood by leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, for those who drink often, i think they need more than a glass to get the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is said one glass of occasional red wine is beneficial for health. my dad's neighbour says don't drink wines from australia as the quality is poor and thus bad for liver. try french ones instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also said that beer is cooling for the body, like our chinese 'liang teh'. good beers like hoegarden taste ok, not too bitter like carlsberg or tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, now why am i at this topic when i'm not really considered a drinker huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days are passing by like a bullet train that is running late of its schedule. so fast that its scary sometimes. wishing i can turn back the clock. oh well, then again no point hoping for something that will never ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good (other than my office politics which sucks bigtime). finally had a day to rest last friday. met char and sa to go shopping. didn't buy much though. only got 2 tops after like 4 hours of shopping. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more clothes! and shoes! and bags! and accessories! and...you get the idea...i just need to shop. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to logoff to watch my tv. i'm such a tvholic. i'm in love with 'da chang jin' airing on channel u at 10pm. its so nice. and its got a happy ending! i've finish reading the synopsis online. so touching. spent like 2 hours finish reading them as there's like 50 over episodes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you've had a great weekend like mine. back to the battlefield again tomorrow. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~269~::&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/8168105-114338680639904609?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114338680639904609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114338680639904609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114338680639904609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114338680639904609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-tired-of-following-my-dreams-im.html' title='|||...i&apos;m tired of following my dreams; i&apos;m just going to ask them where they&apos;re going and hook up with them later...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114269788616073797</id><published>2006-03-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:07:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...acting is all about honesty; if you can fake that, you've got it made...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/d04-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/d04-800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm so in love with this serial. wanted to go buy the vcds. but after reading through the synopsis online, its got a sad ending. and i hate sad endings. it will make me feel dejected for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not buying and not watching anymore so i won't feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channel u showing episode 13 now and its still very happy and funny. though i only catch that few half episodes now and then, i've laugh loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like li xiaoyao, he looks so delicious! a bit like aniki takeshi. i like zhao ling-er! look so sweet. a lot of people likes li yue ru when i was reading the review, but i generally hate 3rd parties so though she's so sacrificing and stuff, NAH! as for ah nu and tang yu, they are the best! so candid, straight and direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all of them are younger than me. so sad... *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the show cannot have happy ending one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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title='|||...acting is all about honesty; if you can fake that, you&apos;ve got it made...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114267127363836757</id><published>2006-03-18T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:41:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...people seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out of the pleasure...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm pissed. i've to attend a wedding dinner of someone whom i don't know just because mom and dad says so. sighs... the burdens of married life sometimes. or rather, the burdens of my married life. it doesn't make me more independant. quite the opposite in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to pose some pictures from work. show all of you my messy table, my black-out situations at the bank (imagine d*s bank branch black-out! how safe is that. but of course, the important security and systems, like my pcs, run on a different electricity line) and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the bluetooth adapter is not working. i've tried various means to make it detect my mobile but it doesn't. grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...next...time...ba...hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sleepy. think i shall go take a nap. just wanted to post something. anything. haa... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~267~::&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/8168105-114267127363836757?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114242869539585624</id><published>2006-03-15T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:56:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...be careful about reading health books; you may die of a misprint...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm reading the above author books nowadays, not that she wrote that many, i think only like 8? but i've read them all and love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way she writes is simply hilarious. imagine me sitting in kfc having my late lunch and bursting into giggles while at the same time trying to bite my lips and looking left and right to make sure noone seen me but still end up looking like a lunatic! hur hur... its &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like watching a comedy romance, well in this case, reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of her books is a series - confessions of a shopaholic (i tell you, the front part sounds so much like me that its scary), shopaholic takes mahattan (a little boring but still funny), shopaholic ties the knot (awww... so sweet, this proves all girls must marry rich man!) and shopaholic and sister (i think this book is the most touching one among all, i was crying in buckets). the other 2 is by itself - the undomestic goddess (not too bad) and can you keep a secret (i tell you, this one i laugh until i want to die).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a common trend of all of her above books is that anything disastrous happens, the female lead always thinks of running away from reality (and in couple of the above books, they did run away, which was stupid as grown adult women absolutely do not run away from problems, i mean where can you run to? reality still there what.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another is why do the male lead always being protrayed as successful, rich, dashing, witty, understanding, so understanding that with a look they know what the female lead is thinking? ooooo, that just makes me so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lucky thing is dar do sound a bit like the male lead. erm, by that, i meant the last point la, cause, well, he is not dashing and definitely not successful or rich or what. but we are a bit telepatic as i only need move my tail abit sometimes and he knows what i'm thinking about. ok, not that i've a tail but i meant in context. if you get what i mean. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when he asks me how much i bought that new pair of shoes, i say 'its on sale! only $5.90!' and his face goes like 'ya right.' but of course he just says 'ok' and agrees with me. tee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies, i digress. but anyways, do read her books if you have the time. its really worth the read. just what i'm looking forward to after a long stressful day at work. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~266~::&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/8168105-114242869539585624?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114242869539585624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114242869539585624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i do not follow through any idol searches or anything that needs me to pay money to vote. i think its just a scam to make more money out from consumer just its a free-to-air channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also do not feel its fair to the contestants and all and i think it must be mentioned by one thousand and one people that its just a game of who is richer than who (campus) to be able to garner the votes or who is more 'ke lian' than who (no offence here, just my 2 cents, superstar) or who is more handsome than who (super) or which record label wants who (singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it should be free for all to vote. i think it should be restricted to one vote per ic and need thumbprint verification (so that it will become whose kampung bigger who is winner as one may vote using all his/her uncle, auntie, ah ma, ah gong etc etc ic lor). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after each round it should be reseted all over and all can revote. sounds a bit like our elections but its good ma, more fair right. and transparent. its auditable and trailable and accountable so no one can cry foul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sounds like a big hassle. and i think the sponsers don't really care as long as the lines are ringing. it means that &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; cash register is ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, perhaps, i'm a little sore because sometimes i do catch one or two episode of super idol (timing just nice still at mom's hse after dinner and nothing else to watch ma) and i really like cheng xi whom got booted out last week. he's witty, funny, crappy and more natural than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though that bryan looks more cool but he really act like a block of wood with a stone face lor. lesser comments on the other as he's ok la. just not that cute enough. tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love the last part where they were asked to talk about the good points of the other two and cheng xi's answer is most spontaneous and interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after singing so much praise for him, alas, i did not vote for him. i did told dar that if he does go into the finals, i will spend one call on him. and thats a lot considering i absolutely absolutely do not pay to call for anything at all. not even charity calls considering its too commercialise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~265~::&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/8168105-114225561591857843?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114225561591857843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114225561591857843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114225561591857843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114225561591857843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/03/comedy-is-simply-funny-way-of-being.html' title='|||...comedy is simply a funny way of being serious...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114217579018811722</id><published>2006-03-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:14:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...if only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BOO! surprise.. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling moody a couple of days back and suddenly miss the song, auld lang syne. nothing depressing happening la. =P i think i was pms-ing ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite that the time of the month is almost over, i'm still feeling rather restless. (erm, the feeling was like fifty times worse this time last week, at least it kinda tone down) feeling things are getting very monotonous. very colourless. very uneventful. very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that my life is boring until very...boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean dar loves me to the max - calls me every morning to wake me up for work, calls and chat with me during office hours, buys me lunch occasionally during his lunch break (bt timah plaza has absolutely nothing good to eat and i refuse to walk under the sun to the nearby bt timah market to eat), fetches me home everyday after work... i'm happy, really really really happy, that he does all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did some stuffs interesting once in a while too like visiting the asian aerospace 2006, trying out new food places (balestier fish head steamboat - 5 stars!), going to malaysia on our own to walk walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs... but i don't know why sometimes a little part of mei still feel a little void and very restless. i decided to classify that as part of my pms-ing and i hate that feeling. i wish it can begone with a snap of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think deep down in me, i roughly know why - like &lt;em&gt;g o b t m&lt;/em&gt;, like&lt;em&gt; s a d h&lt;/em&gt;, like &lt;em&gt;e s l&lt;/em&gt;, like &lt;em&gt;n a&lt;/em&gt;, like &lt;em&gt;w d m s i a b a d n a w y t a m&lt;/em&gt; etc (sorry its all in codes as its personal la and i'm not like dap using the steady pom pee pee blogging website, wordpress to protect my entries) but...but...but...excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, lets forget all abt it &lt;strike&gt;for now&lt;/strike&gt; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling super hot now. thinking if i should take a bath to cool down. the weather is really unbearable of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is hopeless. don't know what i'm doing. just do whatever comes. actually, another colleague is on long leave and i'm covering her duties so i should be extremely busy (was thinking i've to work till 10pm everyday at first) but i've managed to go home before 7pm or rather 6.30pm almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efficient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i'm looking forward to her coming back next thurs (as in, next ya, not this coming one). i'm very burned-out already. looking forward to my off on 24th and a whole week's leave in april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going anywhere for the short break. intending to but decided to save money la. =) so going to buy vcds (chinese paladin! i so in love with this serial) to day watch night watch and r-e-l-a-x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its coming to 11pm. *yawns* think i better go get that bath i was talking about and watch the ch 8 serial, 'xing yuan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a smashing week ahead peeps~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~264~::&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/8168105-114217579018811722?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114217579018811722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114217579018811722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114217579018811722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/114217579018811722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-only-wed-stop-trying-to-be-happy-we_12.html' title='|||...if only we&apos;d stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-114165156995947271</id><published>2006-03-06T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:28:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...auld lang syne...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot&lt;br /&gt;and never brought to mind?&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot&lt;br /&gt;and days of auld lang syne?&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;we'll take a cup of kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot&lt;br /&gt;and never brought to mind?&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot&lt;br /&gt;and days of auld lang syne?&lt;br /&gt;And here's a hand, my trusty friend&lt;br /&gt;And gie's a hand o' thine&lt;br /&gt;We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for the time being ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~263~::&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/8168105-114165156995947271?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/114165156995947271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=114165156995947271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing all a very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; very prosperous year ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/god-of-star-yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/god-of-star-yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~262~::&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/8168105-113868035195306766?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113868035195306766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113750966179696118</id><published>2006-01-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:57:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...one fine leave day...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage6.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~261~::&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/8168105-113750966179696118?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113742464046942867</id><published>2006-01-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:19:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...shopping help...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyone seen a bag like this selling any where? please sms me if you happen to see lor. looking for this pattern type of bag for chinese new year but i don't have time to go shop anymore. went yahoo online auctions and saw this bag. its from ch*rles and ke*th and pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person is only selling for S$10. but being chinese new year la hor, you know la, more bantang, so must be new new one. the person used a couple of times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see it in ch*rles and ke*th anymore. they are carrying another similar but bigger one which i find its too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, any kind soul if you happen to go shopping keep a look out for me and sms me if you do come across on where and how much and i will sprint down to buy le!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Bag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Bag.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~260~::&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/8168105-113742464046942867?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113742464046942867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113742464046942867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113742464046942867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113742464046942867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/01/shopping-help_16.html' title='|||...shopping help...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113722979680937381</id><published>2006-01-14T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:32:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...in time we hate that which we often fear...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;blogging at dad's house using ah di's pc. dar is busy lacquering. it started off as compulsory lacquering of the upstairs living room parquet. a follow-up from the previous couple of weeks back labouring on the revamp of the 2nd living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think he got addicted to it and started lacquering all the wooden things he sees in the house like the wooden pillars in the backyard kitchen, garden chairs and what nots. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regan is busy playing his new sony psp - play station portable, that my dad just got for him. its a freaking near $600 (plus 3 games). *gasp* lucky him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for dinner at the palm beach located in one fullerton. haven't been there. hope its not going to be frightfully expensive. we are celebrating ah di's birthday early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cal, you must THANK ME lor actually!" hee... because cal can't come over our house so i bet she must be wanting to celebrate ah di's special day with him outside so i push forward our celebrations for him instead. haven't got a cake though i meant to get one from secret receipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the chocolate banana cake is heavenly. hmmm, maybe monday night i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've bought my chinese new year's clothes 'seven seven eight eight'. there's 3 days this year. thinking of getting another top. i've got 1 dress, 1 top, 1 suit + inner top, 1 cardigan and 2 pairs of shoes (one for 'kai kai' and one for office). my list is not complete still though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus still got regan's and dar's. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not normally so enthusiastic about chinese new year. really. this year i wonder what's wrong with me. i hate chinese new year in fact because of all the money i must spend. i'm going all wrong since my christmas spirit went on a holiday and now my chinese new year virus is all acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my new notes already somemore. gosh! i'm all raring to 'pai nian' lor. but this year i'm not to go a lot of places. just wanna rest more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the photos were taken when i went to return some LONG long LONG overdue books. haven't go pay the fine yet. it should be in double digits. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was the very first time i saw os*m's i-g*llop. bad bad bad idea. i wonder which idiot in the company thought of it. the machine is freaking laughable. i saw many kids on the machines having fun but the target consumers are definitely not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the promoters given up hope on it as they were like standing miles away pretending to be tupperw*re promoters instead. haha... no la, but they just let the kids be. i don't even see their parents anywhere so that the promoters can at least make a sales pitch to the parents to &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home and saw the advertisement for the very first time on tv as well. ho ho ho... what a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they were trying to be innovative but why galloping? i think the sales chart is going to be a kamikaze straight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~259~::&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/8168105-113722979680937381?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113722979680937381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113722979680937381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113722979680937381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113722979680937381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-time-we-hate-that-which-we-often_14.html' title='|||...in time we hate that which we often fear...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113707983228368144</id><published>2006-01-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:41:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anniversay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~258~::&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/8168105-113707983228368144?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113707983228368144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113707983228368144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113707983228368144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113707983228368144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-looks-not-with-eyes-but-with-mind.html' title='|||...love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113681781150662246</id><published>2006-01-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:02:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...if your parents never had children, chances are you won't, either...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;regan has this humongous baluku below his eye. *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was running out of a door and his friend, miranda, was running in and *bang* *plop* *wails*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : regan, so miranda also got a baluku on her eye ar?&lt;br /&gt;regan : no.&lt;br /&gt;me : huh? hmmm? why you so lousy one? she no baluku then your baluku so big?&lt;br /&gt;dar : then her head got baluku? *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;regan : YA, the baluku on her &lt;em&gt;HEAD&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;me : ._." hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was like making fun of him because she's a girl and no baluku and strong and what not thinking 'is she zena the warrior princess?' (just joking la, she's a cute girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly dar, who knows miranda got a baluku as big as regan's on her head instead as she's shorter than regan ma plus the teacher also told him, pretend to ask him lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~257~::&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/8168105-113681781150662246?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113681781150662246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113672592303388805</id><published>2006-01-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:13:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...opportunities multiply as they are seized...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm blogging too much. way too much. i know. hahaha... ai ya, don't complain la hor, more is always better than less right? just like money! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, forgot to mention that my dad's house that street is getting famous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recent hype about the ntu professor ng*i k*k a*n bry*n lives just right opposite him and oh boy, do i feel like a star when i was going over to dad's place for dinner as usual every evening when hordes of reporters rush up to want to ask about his personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly based on my exclusive knowledge on him, he totally deserves it. i shan't say more because ONE, its going to be lengthy, TWO, i don't want to be sued on banking secrecy and THREE, well, i don't like to flame people on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm reconvinced on a saying and belief that 'ER YOU ER BAO' lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, another one reason why the street is a little famous is we do get visits from minister lim sw*e s*y. his mon lives here. but he's nice la. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus songwriter brothers lee s* song and lee w*i song also work closely with someone whom lives a couple of units away. so when they have occasions, they do invite them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hor, the very last unit on the street always have people from the tv station using their house as a filming location. but have yet to spot anyone famous milling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, not bad right. other than the one staying in the unit opposite, whom is smacked right in the middle of a scandal now, i think the feng shui of this street must be pretty steady can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~256~::&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/8168105-113672592303388805?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113672592303388805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113672592303388805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113672592303388805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113672592303388805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/01/opportunities-multiply-as-they-are.html' title='|||...opportunities multiply as they are seized...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113671518713509705</id><published>2006-01-08T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:27:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...assume a virtue, if you have it not...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had posted the photos at home but not enough time to type what i wanna blog about. now at dad's house using di's pc because dar went to run an errand for dad and i've got nothing to do lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its very hard using his keyboard as its those laptop type of keyboard and though i use a laptop at work, i'm still not typing as fast as i'm using a normal keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took quite a bit of leave this 2 weeks plus the public holidays, i'm only working like 3 days a week or 3.5 days including the saturdays i'm on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've so many things to do so it wasn't very sufficient. and i've got so many things to do that i don't know to start on what first. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy chinese new year clothes for dar, regan and myself &lt;em&gt;(so far i've only gotten a dress for me)&lt;/em&gt;, springclean my house &lt;em&gt;(nope, nothing started yet)&lt;/em&gt;, go for a massage &lt;em&gt;(but feel its kinda extravagant given the fact that i'm going to be broke with all the new notes i must change for the red packets)&lt;/em&gt;, dye my hair &lt;em&gt;(same as per previous reason)&lt;/em&gt;, use my shopping vouchers that's going to expire real soon, return my library books, pay the fines involve &lt;em&gt;(because i was too lazy to drag myself to return it and the books were in dar's car perpetually so even when i was around the area during my leave, i couldn't return them)&lt;/em&gt;, source for curtains for my bedroom at home &lt;em&gt;(managed to find a nice set for the living room already albeit it's kinda too short - by 10 inches)&lt;/em&gt;, celebrate my 6th wedding anniversary &lt;em&gt;(got nothing planned yet)&lt;/em&gt;, get a gift for my 6th wedding anniversary &lt;em&gt;(since i missed the christmas prezzie, i do intend to TRY to get something for this at least)&lt;/em&gt;... think i'll stop here. haa... its getting distressing listing all the stuffs i must do but have yet to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have time on weekends but i rather spend them with dar and regan and i absolutely do not wish to go to town to jostle with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* oh well, guess i try to do what i can ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been extremely hectic since the beginning of the new year. last month was really slack but i guess everyone is making up for it now. plus with everyone taking leave here and there and one colleague going on course for 3 weeks, its going to be long long days ahead for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been raining the whole day today. so cold! i do like the cold and wet weather. but its january already so it shouldn't be like that. everything i like should be in december. keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my new year resolution this year is to make december 2006 a happy and happening month! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/Collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/Collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~255~::&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/8168105-113671518713509705?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113671518713509705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113671518713509705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113671518713509705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113671518713509705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/01/assume-virtue-if-you-have-it-not.html' title='|||...assume a virtue, if you have it not...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113665380922965425</id><published>2006-01-08T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:09:01.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...grrrrr...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it took me freaking 2 hrs to make them look pretty with all the comments and it took me another freaking 2 hrs to post them up because when i posted it, the picture became very small. so tiny you cannot even see whose face is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i finally managed to overcome the problem and ta dah! at least it looks decent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had lots of say. was thinking on what to blog about when i was monotonously putting up the collage. but all the posting took out lots of steam out of me that now my brain can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures were taken over this 2 months and tiled chronically. managed to install microsoft office (to read the manual on how to creat polaroid photos using photoshop), usb bluetooth adapter (to transfer the photos from my hp to the com) and hello (to upload the pictures). not bad eh! nagged dar to install for me so long still never. so rolled up my sleeves during my leave and get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i present you, 39 thousand words (p.s. - i think i shall photoblog more often, its less taxing then correcting my grammar, spelling after each entry lor, now that i've gotten the hang of it again after such a long time. =&gt; ) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart5.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/320/PhotoPart7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/1599/480/PhotoPart7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~254~::&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/8168105-113665380922965425?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113665380922965425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113665380922965425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113665380922965425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113665380922965425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2006/01/grrrrr_08.html' title='|||...grrrrr...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113602687372662581</id><published>2005-12-31T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:52:53.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...happy new year...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wishing all lots of love and joy in the coming new year! happy happy 2006...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;divalign="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;::~253~::&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/divalign="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168105-113602687372662581?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113602687372662581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113602687372662581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113602687372662581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113602687372662581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='|||...happy new year...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113578345944362701</id><published>2005-12-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:12:42.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...merry belated christmas...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm simply not in the christmas mood this year. what a big big difference! i'm guessing that i must have used up all the christmas spirits for the next 3 years during the christmas celebrations last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many gifts were bought, i didn't feel excited at all and it just felt like another holiday. which is bad. i felt depressed over it. why am i not in the christmas holiday mood this year? why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is absolutely my favourite holiday of the year because of all the lights, presents, food and friends coming together. but can you believe it, i did not had any christmas dinner at all! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even attended a funeral of a close friend's dad on christmas eve. how happy can i be? i feel really really really sad and sorry for her. its so so so scary as well. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's christmas is a big disaster to me. its not that bad to all as the usual christmas bbq went on fine but to me its... ... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started late, i didn't invite many people, i didn't cook anything unlike last couple of years where i will prepare pasta and stuffs and of course, the demise of my close friend's dad did play a part in making me feel life can be so fragile yet we always take it for granted. which kinda diminishes the festive mood a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lost spirit made me not buy dar and regan a christmas present. kinda serious right! i did try to because i got off work very early on friday. thus, went to shop but the shopping centre was so freakingly packed that i left after like 15 minutes of shopping. how to buy anything you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not buy many presents actually. like a grand total of 6 (because they were compulsory - christmas dinner gift exchange)? and oh ya, plus 1 as i helped my colleague buy one for the branch christmas presents exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dar was sweet this year and got me a top. it was a surprise! i wasn't expecting anything lor. last few years nothing ma. pretty or should i say very touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got many pictures to post but dar just reformatted the pc and the bluetooth adapter is not installed yet. so that gotta wait ba. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my christmas break is a long one as i'm on off this couple of days but end up being construction worker at my dad's abode. imagine me hacking and dismantling and painting and climbing. haha... NO LA NO LA, i where got so li hai, i was just hanging around in the background watching dar do it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to extend my rest day for another day but too short-handed. i must grumble 'WHY cannot handle? WHY do you need me to be back? WHY you all do things so slow?' ok, i got that off my chest so at least tomorrow when i go in, i won't be pulling a long face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, i still feel sad why i'm not in the festive mood on my most looking-forward-day of the year. i must do something about it next year. "tian ling ling, di ling ling, christmas spirit &lt;strike&gt;kuai lai ling &lt;/strike&gt;ming nian yao lai ling!" hmmm, that should work! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe try to make up for it on new year's eve and day then. hee... anyone heard of a new year's present?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~252~::&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/8168105-113578345944362701?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113578345944362701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113578345944362701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113578345944362701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113578345944362701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='|||...merry belated christmas...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113428008880876374</id><published>2005-12-11T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:48:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...the average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'wo hao men ar!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore is so small, so nothing to do and so boring. we don't have 4 seasons, we don't have natural beautiful works of mother nature, we don't have waterfalls, streams, lakes, rivers, we don't have beautiful clean blue beaches... the only ONE thing i'm glad we don't have is natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think when god made earth and singapore, somehow, someone bargained and traded everything else out for no natural disaster hor. right? what do you think? i think so lor. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, is there anywhere else in the world where there's no natural disaster but got more things than singapore? maybe because their land bigger so can bargain for more things. singapore too tiny le ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can tell i very bored right. going sentosa in a short while. can't think of anything else to do. don't want to go to shopping malls thats packed with people like sardines. then spend more money also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, tomorrow would be another 'MANIC MONDAY'! so which is better - boring sunday or manic monday? i can't decide. really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~251~::&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/8168105-113428008880876374?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113428008880876374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113428008880876374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113428008880876374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113428008880876374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/12/average-man-who-does-not-know-what-to.html' title='|||...the average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113405640948905383</id><published>2005-12-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:14:20.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm never happier than before. then again maybe i was too deprived of happiness sometime back when i was so busy being sad at work &lt;em&gt;remember&lt;/em&gt;? but anyways, as i was saying i'm happy and that's scary. i'm never one to believe i can be happy and always STAY happy. i always feel if i'm too happy, its always a prelude to something disastrous. just like the chinese idiom or english saying goes 'the calm before the storm'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironical i am and life is sometimes, isn't it? i want to be happy but when i'm happy, i get worried and end up not that happy because i would be thinking when will some calamity befall. oh well... enough of awful thoughts as my favourite month of the year is here once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love december and all that is coming along. i'm in a pretty much festive mood organizing christmas dinners with friends and all. have yet to do my christmas shopping. hmmm, dig some time out soon, i hope. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been great this couple of weeks. albeit me falling sick almost whole of last week and still not fully recovered as of now. caused 2 colleagues to fall sick too and went on mc as well. *bleahz* its really a potent flu virus lor, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but work is really going well - getting along with my colleagues, knowing more about all the systems and processes, near home etc. i'm really enjoying it more and more. so good right! i'm really happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just msn-ed with one of my ardent fan. haha... no lah, not fan, maybe just a occasional by-passer whom added me on the msn. i should say the bypasser is pretty lucky because i'm pretty anti-social. i don't add any-one and every-one. so to be on my list, thats pretty tough. i mean got thing to chat with a stranger meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, next msn-name-adder got to run background check already. =P i always believe the point of friends is not the quantity but the quality of the relationship. a few good ones are enough to last a lifetime lor! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, it just surprises me that there's people i don't know really about my life. all along, i thought perhaps that theres only those few close friends i have whom patronises my blog - mengli jie, dap, cal, uzyn, sek ling, xiaoluo, ...... , ..... erm and thats it. but whoa, there really is &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; people reading lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i must maintain a image already le lor. i got image one ok! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i find there's so many people that blog for attention or for bloggership and what not. theres so much news about those controversial people. i do read their blogs on and off for entertainment, however, end of the day, i still find blogging a means of way to keep in touch with my friends like knowing what they are up to even without chatting or meeting up. on top of reminding me years down the road what i did during that time la hor. a means of supplement to my deteriorating memory! haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to go into your friend's blog, see what they have been busy with, thinking about, going to do and be in touch AND vice versa. not for some fame or for money or what lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to olivia olsen's 'all i want for christmas' and that's my favourite song when it comes to december along with billy mack's 'christmas is all around'! they are songs from 'love actually' and i love that movie. so touching lor. i watched it around this time last year. so "lomantic" can... *awwwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed for me now and before i forget, christmas dinner anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~250~::&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/8168105-113405640948905383?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113405640948905383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113405640948905383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113405640948905383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113405640948905383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/12/get-your-facts-first-and-then-you-can.html' title='|||...get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113324977417880240</id><published>2005-11-29T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:36:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...a celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm super sick. *wails* and its my OFF day... this is just so SICKENING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~249~::&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/8168105-113324977417880240?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113324977417880240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113324977417880240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113324977417880240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113324977417880240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/11/celebrity-is-person-who-works-hard-all.html' title='|||...a celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113318902519778965</id><published>2005-11-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:02:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...i don't necessarily agree with everything i say...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hear you all! hee... its been such a long longer longest time since i've blogged. 2 days to a month. wa, no wonder i hear people protesting and petitioning to remove me from blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened within this last month - from unhappy at work to happy, from...from...from... erm, basically that's it. keke... well, that's a lot ok, considering i don't think its that easy to be happy at work. not that i'm extremely extremely extremely pleased with my work now but it has improved leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm met up with a couple of friends for dinner but other than that its really all work, work and more work. like i'm going to consectively work from this coming wednesday to next saturday. i'm so not looking forward to it. *sighs* but what to do! got to earn a living to pay my bills. how sad that my pay just come in not too long ago and its like depleted to 10% left without saving any of it and bills not fully paid. its true and that's how pathetic a 25 year old me is. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a spendthrift. natural born spendthrift. i earned $1 to spend $2. bad bad bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyways, i'm off today and tomorrow but i'm sick. having this bad sore throat and runny nose with that slight tinge of fever. so sians can! finally can rest only to fall sick. but i insisted on going out and not cooped at home being a glorious OFF day. so off i went for lunch with dar and regan (dar took leave too and the reason why the both of us is on leave is because its regan's childcare centre's designed school closure days - they can choose to close 5 days a year in view that the school operates from 7am to 7pm but i must mentioned of course the teachers still work 8 hours a day in case you think they are so hardworking, they have a 'shifts' one lor) and then to ikea, the second time in 2 days and third time in 1 week. haha... i went ikea last sunday, yesterday and today. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again a case of too long no blog, too many things to say. *bleahz* so lets continue, i went ikea to buy some boxes la and this and that. threw out lots of things at home and now my house looks empty. i'm getting ready for chinese new year la. then lesser things to packed mah! another or rather the main reason is we got a XBOX! you sure say "chey, xbox 360 coming out liao now then you buy xbox" but nevermind. haha... we just signed up for max online since our singnet contract has ended and got a free xbox. so saturday went to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with every new item, dar will clean the house up. its his weird habit. like when he buy a new printer, he will spring clean the house also. haha... and we moved our sofa from the living room into the study room because we put the xbox in the study room. so now we are looking for a new sofa but too broke so its on the 'need to buy but can wait a while' list. saw one we liked already in courts and its on sale. a very good buy just that we haven't yet act on it in view i've spend more than a thousand within these 3 days paying bills. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, enough of all the daily nitty gritty stuffs. christmas is just round the corner and i'm so excited. like daphne, i've a short memory and was re-reading my december 2004 posts which reminds me of lots of things. i love the beauty of blogging where its like a diary. if only i can export all this and store it somewhere in case blogger server crash and nothing is retrievable after that. but don't think they support that feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have a very bad memory nowadays. like yesterday so funny. we were going to my mom's house for dinner as usual but was there earlier as i wanted to go bukit panjang plaza to buy some ingredients to cook spaghetti. so as i was getting off the car, dar asked me to open the metal gate so he can reverse park a bit inside my mom's house as he wanted to wash the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happily say "ok!" and got off the car. when i walked in the house, i literally forgotten all about him! i went to the kitchen to chat with my mom about my buys at ikea and was showing off this new spaghetti server scoop that i bought. i'm simply so excited about that lor. haha... then i went upstairs to drag ah di and cal to go bukit panjang plaza with me and even had a debate with silly ah di whom was being incoherent when i asked if he wanted to do, he said "wo bu yao qu" and i went "so you not going?" but he was walking up and stripping off his t-shirt which signifies he is changing and most probably wants to go with me. so i asked again "ni yao bu yao qu?" then he replied "you going right? i want to go" and for some reason i still hear as "i'm not going" but i feel confused by him changing. hell, to cut a long story short, i don't know what's wrong with me. i think my body is falling apart. ALL THIS WHILE, dar was waiting out for me to open the metal gate which i really forgot until the house phone rang and i went down to pick up the phone and dar had drove the car so that his car window is parellel to the house door and he yelled "OI!" and i suddenly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so kuku can! because after i get off, he already move the car in the reverse position so he can directly reverse in when i open the metal gate but he wait and wait the gate never opened. end up, he had to shift the car again so that the car window is parallel to the door and he can see me or any one of us to "OI!" to open the metal gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is really falling apart lor. no joke. my finger nails all are breaking, out of 10, 4 fingers nails are super short because it broke. my ears are hurting as i didn't wear my earings and some of the holes are closed so when i tried to wear and poke through, it bled. my vision is constantly blur as my lenses are not prescribe fully due to the 'shan guang'. high 'shan guang' lenses cost a bomb and its not disposable. its so troublesome to maintain non-disposable lenses lor. my sore throat is killing me. my nose is dripping. my skin, especially those on my soles and hands, are so dry. my memory is dying. ai yo, I'M GROWING OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as evidenced by my non-stop nagging blogging style lor, hais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~248~::&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/8168105-113318902519778965?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113318902519778965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113318902519778965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113318902519778965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113318902519778965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-necessarily-agree-with.html' title='|||...i don&apos;t necessarily agree with everything i say...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113066772479877927</id><published>2005-10-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:22:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...don't worry about the world coming to an end today; it's still yesterday in uk...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love this coming week. imagine working only on every alternate day of the week! wheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its my saturday duty on so not really alternate days la. nevertheless, i'm satisfy already. if only every week can be like that. my favourite week of the year is actually christmas week because i love christmas. this coming week can be my 2nd favourite week. but alas, it comes only like once in a...long...long...long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember hari raya was within weeks of chinese new year when i was in secondary school so it was like public holiday after public holiday lor. now hari raya is within weeks or week of deepavali. becoming deeparaya! hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming too. yay~ ah di is coming home too. woot~ well, so many things to be happy so i shall not be not happy anymore ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be the owner of the best actress award at work. agree at everything. smile at everything. say yes to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm going to do just that. i've got a high eq in case you don't know. high eq in my behaviour to those that i don't like. but of course once those i don't like is not in front of me, my temper goes full fledge. haha... pity those around me when those i don't like walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping my acting skills won't be worn out. i've made drastic actions already to ensure i won't have to act for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been boring and hot. wanted to flat-hunt but feel sleepy all the time. been napping and napping and smsing. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laalalaalalalaa... happy week ahead peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~247~::&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/8168105-113066772479877927?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113066772479877927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113066772479877927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113066772479877927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113066772479877927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-worry-about-world-coming-to-end.html' title='|||...don&apos;t worry about the world coming to an end today; it&apos;s still yesterday in uk...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113043111922165410</id><published>2005-10-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:40:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm going mad. i'm going crazy. i'm going to die. today is remarkedly one of the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* but i shall forget everything from this minute that happen before and remain positive. yes, i shall and i will. no more being upset, angry, sad, depress or frustrated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to my poor training colleagues whom had bore the blunt of me complaining non-stop. thank you to my dearest friends whom had listened. thank you to my most beloved family for being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a better tomorrow. *cheers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~246~::&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/8168105-113043111922165410?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113043111922165410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113043111922165410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113043111922165410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113043111922165410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/truly-great-madness-cannot-be-achieved.html' title='|||...truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113033171664621630</id><published>2005-10-26T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:43:54.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...things are more like they are now than they have ever been...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***deleted***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i'm feeling better already. was depressed to the infinity earlier. i tell you, i was and still am very very very sad. i hate myself for not liking &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; but i hate &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; even more. i wish we all can get along. i really do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~245~::&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/8168105-113033171664621630?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113033171664621630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113033171664621630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113033171664621630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113033171664621630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-are-more-like-they-are-now-than.html' title='|||...things are more like they are now than they have ever been...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-113016583877965582</id><published>2005-10-24T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:47:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...my definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just a quick update on how everyone, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; i really mean everyone in the office, that had seen the condition of my storetable being revamped to my table surprised. plus those that hadn't seen the original state, complaining why i was unsatisfied with my table because it looks so nice in the pictures posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a sense of accomplishment...for being such...a award-winning efficient maid? should i cry or be happy for myself, i really don't know. all i do know is, i'm really glad i got a place to plop myself down and attack my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following that, i must clarify &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; very important thing now now now. &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;, sidetrack - now now now was my favourite phrase at my previous very enjoyable workplace h*bc because one of a cartoonic manager always like to say now now now and that phrase got stuck with everyone who wants things to be done in a hurry, so just say now now now and its done, keke... how i miss h*bc. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has been asking why i'm back with d*s since i'm not at all happy. answer is i don't know. don't ask me. i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't know. or maybe i say the reason may seem ridiculous to some whom don't understand my situation on career progression but logical to others whom really understand the issues i'm facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyways, its not that important now since i'm already here. so i shall will be happy, try to be happy, learn to be happy and stay very happy while i'm here. its always the attitude that counts you know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... side track so LONG. to continue my &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; very important point, is that i do not blog or even surf the net during office hours. at h*bc, i have all the unlimited web access but i did not ONCE surf the net for personal pleasure. (ok la, maybe ONCE lor. haha... really just once ONCE or er, TWICE. keke...) its mostly for work like yellow pages to find contact numbers or street directory for addresses and postal codes or other char-ba-lang what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that now hor, its restricted net access lor. d*s think we children lor. restrict us. machiam we will go play friendster or download irc can. bo liao right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, its not that i don't want to do all this fun stuffs la, but i really got no time at all. the day is hardly enough for me to finish my work and some days i knock off at 10pm. plus, when i'm not busy, i try to do other miscellaneous things work-aiding things like print extra relevant forms for future usage, pack files etc etc. i'm a model employee ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm highlighting this, because well, haa, a couple of my colleagues read my blog and find that i got so much time...to blog in office. ok la, not all, only......"yes, alvin, i'm talking about YOU! so, see, i specially dedicate this part of my entry for you to tell you, i not slacker like you hor, surf net during office hours ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee... no la no la, actually alvin is also very conscientious.just that the f-up bank, sometimes just screws up on our jd (job description, for those a little lost on my acroynms), training schedules and blah blah blah... so much so that, staffs like alvin gets stuck somewhere and doing nothing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i can also do nothing at the moment but just hang around lor. i'm already like 300% operational. hais... today i so clever somemore, go shred some very crucial document. god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup, i blog only at home and no where else. not even my friends or parents place because blogging needs a certain type of environment. not conducive, blogging juice won't flow lor. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to locate all those entries that has d*s in it and amend it. scarely they sued me for slandering based on my last entry. just in case they hire a platoon of staff to google or yahoo out blogs that badmouth them since they got so much things to be badmouth about lor. ma fan right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with all the hoo-haa over blogging, i better be proper else, the next time i see you all, might be behind the &lt;em&gt;glass&lt;/em&gt; wall liao lor. i see some of you are smirking. wishing i'm behind the &lt;em&gt;glass&lt;/em&gt; right? one word - EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, i got so much things to complain about actually. my colleagues, my meetings, my jd, my office, my boss... but i can never finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember months back when i went back h*bc and i was talking about the guy sitting beside me whom was extremely untidy. now with my current colleagues, i think i was making a mountain out of a molehill then lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i have a colleague whom ignores me and another whom is scary to the core - revengeful, insincere, fickle, proud... well, the list for this particular colleague just goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i'm going to survive. just hope that another new colleague whom would be joining us in december, in exactly the same position as us, can stand, think, work, walk, action on the same line as me. starting to pray from this very minute. pray for me too, will you? her name is stacie neo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~244~::&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/8168105-113016583877965582?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/113016583877965582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=113016583877965582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113016583877965582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/113016583877965582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-definition-of-free-society-is.html' title='|||...my definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112996839848818464</id><published>2005-10-22T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:03:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...super duper efficient maid award...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*phew* after spending about a day to clear up the new office, i finally finally finally got a table. my own superior 'dua' me also lor. i previously mentioned that she was going to relocated another staff so that i can take-over his table right. then she 'chu' pattern and gave away that table to another colleague can! kaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heng i got...hmmm...whats the word...ai ya, anyways, so i was devastated for a while but during this while, racked my mind because if i don't, the next thing would be my resignation on my superior's desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i managed to clear up the space where they weren't using and it was dumped with boxes under the table, files, cabinets, trays on top of it to the maximum till you cannot even recognised its a table in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why it wasn't occupied was because there is no lan point to log into the network when i asked why no one is using it and piled high with stuffs but of course, i asked only after i realised that, THAT is actually a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i checked if its ok to sit there since the 'original' plan was &lt;em&gt;modified&lt;/em&gt; to accomodate &lt;em&gt;someone else&lt;/em&gt;. and they say as long as i can connect to the network, i can do what i please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i explored on ways to utilised the existing lan points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST problem - the patch cord i was using was too short to 'extend' my lan point and the standard available patch cords are 3m in length and any deviation requires a special requisition which takes a even longer time to deliver because you need to e-mail for quotation from the vendor lor. but i can't wait anymore as that would take another week or so sitting at the current sickening shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then SECOND problem - i can't buy my own patch cord because they said that outside patch cords don't work, must order through the bank. and that would be the above mentioned process. STUPID right? no wonder my e*pl*yer is named &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;amn &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;loody &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tupid or &lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;illy or &lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;tingy or &lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;ickening bank. &lt;em&gt;(amended 24-10-2005 @ 11.02pm - due to slandering issues, must be more discreet la hor)&lt;/em&gt; its all so apt lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but HENG, heaven was on my side lor. because i snooooooooped around and saw a extremely long patch cord hiding. i was so excited but not without some people pouring cold water saying that "it might not work you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; because &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; patch cord is for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; lan point so cannot anyhow change lan point one ok." wa lau, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; thinks &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; very expert but heng i join a IT company before and got a bit of knowledge ok. even if it doesn't work at the end of the day, at least i tried right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i swopped the lan points between anther colleague's pc, my laptop and stuffs (pretty technical here so i shall skip it) and TA DAH, my system is up and running. setup ALL BY MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have taken a picture before i shifted and i think all of you would be mega amazed by the change from storetable to table lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now, i think all of them are jealous of my excellent 'feng shui' seat and i thoroughly love my new office already. it doesn't matter if the place is run down, as long as, i have my own tiny little space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, just wanna say thanks to &lt;strong&gt;mengli jie&lt;/strong&gt; because she's the one that thought me how to do the polariod effect above. so nice right! anyone wants the tutorial on that just drop me a taggie with your e-mail and i can send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend peeps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~243~::&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/8168105-112996839848818464?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112996839848818464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112996839848818464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112996839848818464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112996839848818464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/super-duper-efficient-maid-award.html' title='|||...super duper efficient maid award...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112973406473063086</id><published>2005-10-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:40:43.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...in mathematics you don't understand things; you just get used to them...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just finishing reading a story to regan. that's what i try to do every night before he sleeps. a story. been reading classics like 3 little pigs, jack and the beanstalk etc etc as i suppose that's part of a childhood. so as a mom, i must ensure he got childhood right? i mean and i'm sure everyone knows the stories on the above mentioned mah correct not? got people don't know one meh? i think if don't know really got serious problems already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i must inculcate those must-know-s classic tales to regan lor. very bad mummy liao. if people laugh at him because he don't know next time i become the worst mummy. worst is worse than bad ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy that i'm working so near office now. just a 20 minutes bus ride away. its been so long since i work so near. the last one was 2 years back and it was at dbs bukit batok. i guess being the largest bank in singapore with such a big network they can put you at a branch near your house. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do have colleagues not as lucky as me too. like one stays at bedok work at thomson branch, another stays at tiong bahru works at parkway parade. but then again, thomson branch and parkway parade branch is not near &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; la. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is getting better. i guess it can't get any worse from my last entry because it was already at its most jia lat situation lor. my only grouse is i don't have a proper table. i'm going to type a letter to ministry of manpower to complain lor. we got RIGHTS one ok! there is a standard guidelines given by mom on the minimum workspace for each employee lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so deprive. can you imagine my laptop is place on a shelf and i've have to sit sideways to do my work. wa lau! how to work you tell me? hopefully as promised by my boss, she will arrange a table for me soon as she do have empty unoccupied table lor, just that its somewhere else and she wants the centre to sit together according to the group function like there's the service team and sales team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, another guy whom is not really from our centre (doing mortgages) would be moved to sit elsewhere and i can sit at his desk. please please please, let it be faster, earlier and quicker. if not you see me walking sideways next time liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm under the service team by the way. i hate doing sales. or rather banking products sales. though i should think its rather lucrative but its just not me trying to hardsell or product push something to someone whom don't need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but think again, actually, when i go shopping buy clothes, i also get upsell like crazy and i fall for it myself. and for us bankers, we are actually trying to get customers to invest and grow their retirement funds. we are not, in fact, asking them to spend their money lor. hmmm, i suddenly got new insights while blogging. haha... like a angel and devil inside me debating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i too long never blog suddenly got so much to yak about. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to blog one lor. like last night i spend like 1 whole hour doing the "7 things" questionaire but i gave up. kaos, i can only think of maximum 4 things to write per topic lor. think my life is not so exicting like others can write so many things can. *boo* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yup, its still under 'draft' status. got time then i brainstorm properly then post it up ok. in the meantime it shall stay there for awhile which honestly is an eyesore seeing that post in green. i hate pending things actually. i'm very prompt in my work or personal life one. albeit i'm always late for appointments but thats a different la hor. punctuality and efficiency are 2 separate matters right not? heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, backtrack a little to the fairy tales part, i think hor, all the fairy tales like so cruel one. why must there be death? its a children BOOK leh! like jack and the beanstalk, the giant eat children, fell to his death and jack's mother even said "well done jack!" or snow white right, the version i borrowed from the library was so gross i read 3 pages and stopped "the stepmother salted and ate the liver and heart thinking it belonged to snow white." *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i got to change the story a little to make it less gruesome or cruel or evil or petty lor. i mean jack can forgive the giant what. so sometimes i will change and say "jack chopped down the beanstalk and the giant fell to the ground cutting his leg. jack immediately send the giant to the hospital and they became friends happily ever after." see, so much nicer right not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean we are suppose to teach children good morals like forgive and forget, treat evil with kindness and stuffs ma. else later grow up selfish, mean and evil how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read somewhere that its been documented that actually grimm brothers stories were meant for adults than children when it was first written long long ago lor. hmmm, wonder why become children books hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~242~::&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/8168105-112973406473063086?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112973406473063086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112973406473063086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112973406473063086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112973406473063086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-mathematics-you-dont-understand.html' title='|||...in mathematics you don&apos;t understand things; you just get used to them...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112809460061055359</id><published>2005-10-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:49:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...i detest life-insurance agents; they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i simply hate my new office. its extremely claustrophobic - messy, smelly, stuffy. grrrrr... its known i'm a neatrophobic so i really do not know if i can live through that after-a-warehouse-sale state of environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely hope i don't detest my work. first day back at the center today after 3 full weeks of training. but not after lots of hoo-haa of where i (or rather my batch of comrades-in-arms) should report to - training center at tampines or our actual workplace itself which is bukit timah for me. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad start... after the bad bad bad beginning with senior management on my first day of work. should have known that, that is an omen itself. too late for any regrets. gotta pull up my socks, pull down my hat, bite my teeth and survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~241~::&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/8168105-112809460061055359?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112809460061055359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112809460061055359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112809460061055359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112809460061055359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-detest-life-insurance-agents-they.html' title='|||...i detest life-insurance agents; they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112714326198298229</id><published>2005-09-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:51:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...to err is dysfunctional, to forgive co-dependent...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;many of my concerned friends has been asking how was my first day at my new workplace today (again after like 4 months? hee...). i'm so very touched that my friends do care and bothered to sms me. hmmm, or maybe they were wishing my new colleagues had tekan me? =X no la no la, i'm sure all of you very nice one RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty uneventful and boring (almost fall asleep and pinch my thigh to keep myself awake) today because i didn't report at my new workplace due to my course for 3 weeks including 3 full day saturdays. *phew* not due for "action" till 10th october when i report back to centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be a loooooooooong 3 weeks man. i wonder how i'm going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, talking about uneventful, just remembered something &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with an ex-colleague from hsbc for lunch and was late by 15 minutes going back for various reasons. it just so happens that my boss's boss's boss's boss was giving his welcome speech to the newcomers aka us aka me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA LAU, so heng right. of all timing, he had to chose that time just after lunch to come in. why he cannot come this morning. i was very punctual this morning can. even though i had to come to work at 8.30am instead of the usual 9am lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the best part was when i was waltzing in, he was on the topic of discipline and just so happen to be talking about punctuality can. how fantastic. *faints* end up i didn't dare to maintain long eye contact with him in case he conveniently single me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOSS'S BOSS'S BOSS'S BOSS lor! a bad start. really bad. he asked for my name before he left somemore. (i mean i don't &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; solely myself la hor as i &lt;em&gt;guessed&lt;/em&gt; he had most &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; asked the rest before i went in, i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;) HABIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's something to mull about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another would be i have to wake up at freaking 6.15am tomorrow onwards till training's over because training is at tampines and it starts at 8.30am thus with 1.5 hrs journey all the way to the east, i've to leave the house at 7am and another 45 minutes before that to bathe, change and get ready. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to end of training when i can wake up later again as new workplace is only a 30 minutes maximum bus ride away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i do love training with 1 over hrs lunch and early knock-off than facing those "haven't make it yet but think they are there already" group of customers at work. that's what premier and priority banking is all about. the made-its are in the private banking group and they ARE the ones that are really nice and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is always such a delimma of love and hate can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~240~::&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/8168105-112714326198298229?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112714326198298229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112714326198298229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112714326198298229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112714326198298229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-err-is-dysfunctional-to-forgive-co.html' title='|||...to err is dysfunctional, to forgive co-dependent...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112713723827796755</id><published>2005-09-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:22:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...prima tower revolving restaurant...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just had dinner on saturday at one of my favourite restaurant that revolves near the northern end of singapore. it takes about 2 hours to go one round so just nice you finish your dinner, you get a 360 degrees view of the surroundings. that's sentosa in the background on the last shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the peking duck there, a must eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little girl is so cuteee right. but don't wanna look at my hp camera. maybe she's wondering why i'm so weird as the equipment i'm using to take the shot doesn't look like a camera and my uncle uses a solid camera to take pictures ma not like me so cheapo only got my nokia 6230i. so she look left look right only lor. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this little angel my cousin. we are of the same generation but i'm sadly 24 years her junior. even my son is older than her because my uncle (dad's brother) married late. should i be pai say? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she's just so so so adorable. calls me jie jie. i LIKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~239~::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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restaurant...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112713712931310481</id><published>2005-09-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:21:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...just another day...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~238~::&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/8168105-112713712931310481?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112713712931310481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112713712931310481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112713712931310481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112713712931310481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-another-day.html' title='|||...just another day...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112713697745180019</id><published>2005-09-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:20:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...family trip to perth...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we had loads of fun visiting magaret river chocolate factory (showing true blue singaporean colour by grabbing fists and fists of free chocolate pebbles samples - only my family aka ah di aka hubby, i not so cheapo one ok), wineries like the famous leeuwin estate for its chardonnay(too bad and so sad its not the season so we just see rows and rows and ROWS of vines everywhere only), sheep shed (hey, e wool sweeper there earns A$150 a day, i'm moving there soon lor), &lt;strike&gt;farm&lt;/strike&gt; forest stay (kena cheated can, no farm animals one, just lots of grass and the cottage we had was in the middle of a forest, how &lt;em&gt;safe&lt;/em&gt;) and and and .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's so much to jot down so why not leave it till we meet for lunch? then i would have something to share about my long due and finally here but already over holiday. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the thing that i missed most is the weather. it was wonderfully cold. though i didn't sweat but hor, i still got bathe everyday ok. wishing i am back there now. *sighs* guess only in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~237~::&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/8168105-112713697745180019?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112713697745180019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112713697745180019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112713697745180019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112713697745180019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-trip-to-perth.html' title='|||...family trip to perth...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112607156521916213</id><published>2005-09-07T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:48:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm having permanent pms. its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the perth trip, decided to take pills to prevent my menses from coming as the dates had kinda clash. i've always heard about such pills but noone around me actually tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so brave me went to my current favourite dr su-anne from raffles medical group (company's panel clinic) near my workplace last week to seek her opinion on such hormone medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the professional says that there is no side effect and once you stopped eating the pills, the menses will come the next day. you have to start eating the pills 5 days before the menses supposedly start date. it does cause one erratic menstral cycle but it will be back to normal after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good deal right! wish i can be on it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on monday and it seems like the menses came as i had all the symptons - backache, cramps, diahhorea. and my cranky mood seems to be stuck on me. TILL NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissing everyone off. i'm so short-tempered. everything seems so wrong. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion - bad idea. should have let it come on monday and usually it clears in 4 days which would be thursday. =[ oh well, too late for regrets so i shall just to just curb my horrible attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~236~::&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/8168105-112607156521916213?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112607156521916213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112607156521916213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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more...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~235~::&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/8168105-112589285827834770?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112589285827834770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112589285827834770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112589285827834770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112589285827834770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-need-enough-to-tide-me-over.html' title='|||...i just need enough to tide me over until I need more...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112589277002012802</id><published>2005-09-03T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:44:44.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...laughing at our mistakes can lengthen our own life; laughing at someone else's can shorten it...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~234~::&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/8168105-112589277002012802?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112589277002012802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112589277002012802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112589277002012802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112589277002012802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/laughing-at-our-mistakes-can-lengthen.html' title='|||...laughing at our mistakes can lengthen our own life; laughing at someone else&apos;s can shorten it...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112589263593444775</id><published>2005-09-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:44:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~233~::&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/8168105-112589263593444775?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112589263593444775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112589263593444775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112589263593444775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112589263593444775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-judgment-comes-from-experience.html' title='|||...good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112550177212715103</id><published>2005-09-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:37:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...my office...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~232~::&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/8168105-112550177212715103?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112550177212715103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112550177212715103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112550177212715103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112550177212715103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-office.html' title='|||...my office...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112533504996763787</id><published>2005-08-31T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:11:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, that's enough updating for today. phew... spent 2 whole hours one it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to be missing for so long and coming back with a vengence. well, can take your time reading them as i don't think i've the time to update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things on my itinery at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell lunches and dinners. clearing and handovering of work. packing up my barang barang. taking pictures with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about that. my hp camera is really cool. i think the pictures are all pretty sharp and clear except the night ones. but just dropped it earlier. hope i didn't damage anything. though its not the 1st time i've dropped it but i do feel my ache being knocked when it happens. *sighs* clumsy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, did i mention a perth trip next thursday? i'm so looking forward to it. hope everything turns out fun and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a free &amp;amp; easy holiday for my whole family. i'm doing the organising, co-ordinating and booking. assistant chief planner is my brother whom is studying there. praying it goes smoothly. or else the financial controller might pull the plugs and not re-imbursed all that i've paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of you better answer my calls because i would be borrowing from you. heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photos soon. too lazy to blog properly but i guess pictures are also a great way of communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the saying goes "a picture speaks a thousand words"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~231~::&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/8168105-112533504996763787?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112533504996763787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112533504996763787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533504996763787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533504996763787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-no-fear-of-perfection-youll-never.html' title='|||...have no fear of perfection - you&apos;ll never reach it...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112533297161543978</id><published>2005-08-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:07:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...you only live once - but if you work it right, once is enough...||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my favourite handphone pouch! just bought it not too long ago but its black black already. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its very kiddish but i love it. its the kid in me! going to use it for a while i guess till i start my new job where i need something more appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, you've heard it right. i'm changing job &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. this friday is my last day with the bank. i'm extremely sad to be leaving. though it for the better but i'm really depressed to be leaving behind my wonderful boss and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have been extremely kind to me... *sniffles* just did my exit interview with hr today. its the 3rd time thus i bet the hr hates me. *wails* the nice hr manager was so sacarstic too "i think you still remember the procedures right?" DUH! it was last year can. i don't have super memory ok. grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just want to say a big thank you to my boss, jolene ho. she's been exceptionally nice to me all this while after asking me to join her back. i know i'm being treated better than the rest by her and i really appreciate all that she've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU and SORRY for making you upset! i dare not ask for another opportunity to work together again but hopefully we can still find time to meet up. take care and rest more, your baby needs it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a better life. cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~230~::&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/8168105-112533297161543978?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112533297161543978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112533297161543978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533297161543978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533297161543978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-only-live-once-but-if-you-work-it.html' title='|||...you only live once - but if you work it right, once is enough...||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112533373762588728</id><published>2005-08-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:06:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...be rich to yourself and poor to your friends...||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my ever bestest secondary school friend! she's a familiar face plastered on my blog. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's single. she's rich. she's cool. any takers? (hmmm, must charge he advertisment fees. keke... but come to think of it, she might sue me for posting her picture up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;latest contest! guess how young my this dearest colleague is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image001g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image001g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures used in this post are fictitious. any similarity to any person living is merely coincidental. (well, just in case, both of them are pretty rich and might sue me. you'll never know you know. heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~229~::&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/8168105-112533373762588728?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112533373762588728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112533373762588728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533373762588728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533373762588728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/be-rich-to-yourself-and-poor-to-your.html' title='|||...be rich to yourself and poor to your friends...||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112533262587236991</id><published>2005-08-17T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:42:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...either I've been missing something or nothing has been going on...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;covering my front desk when my colleague is out for lunch. took this to mms dar. hee... keeping myself occupied when there's no customer by surfing net, reading blogs and narcissistic-ing. keke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, this is what i see when i sit there praying noone walks through that door so that i can continue to zho-bo-ing. shhhhh... but of course, being the very professional service personnel, i always light up with my mega-watt smile when a customer walks in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~228~::&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/8168105-112533262587236991?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112533262587236991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112533262587236991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533262587236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112533262587236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/either-ive-been-missing-something-or.html' title='|||...either I&apos;ve been missing something or nothing has been going on...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112533125143019579</id><published>2005-08-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:20:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...carnival @ marina...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had lots of fun. it was one of the most memorable days of my life. a big thank you to daphne whom made it happen too. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image033.jpg" border="0" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112532853305107237</id><published>2005-08-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:56:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...very huat...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my current hp wallpaper at the moment. can HUAT tree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~226~::&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/8168105-112532853305107237?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112532853305107237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112532853305107237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112532853305107237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112532853305107237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-huat.html' title='|||...very huat...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112532807403359919</id><published>2005-08-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:16:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...chicks...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aren't the chicks cute? they are made in singapore at house no. X hazel park terrace! but alas, my dad whom was desperately looking forward to some chicks hatching from the eggs that the mother hen was sitting on, didn't manage to catch the cuddly cute little chicks as he was overseas and they passed away before he came back. they were only like 5 days old. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking forward to some black chicken soup. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~225~::&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/8168105-112532807403359919?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112532807403359919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112532807403359919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112532807403359919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112532807403359919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/chicks.html' title='|||...chicks...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112342532883979543</id><published>2005-08-09T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:55:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...stealth...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/stealth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/stealth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;In this fast-paced thriller from extreme action director Rob Cohen (THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS, XXX) a group of top-trained fighter pilots Josh Lucas, Jessica Biel, Jamie Foxx) find themselves saddled with a terrifying mission. When a drone bomber with artificial intelligence is being tested, it turns rogue, and could start a war if the pilot team can't stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i always agree "with great expectations comes great disappointments". so with not much expectations for this show, i felt it was pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched it with dar &amp;amp; regan on sunday. tried to smuggle regan in but got expose that he is above the height limit. *bleahz* so end up buying a movie ticket for him as well. S$8.50 x 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought the show is above a auto-pilot air craft losing control and wants to bomb washington or something. very guy show. but it turns out it rather sentimental with the cute toy blasting pop songs and having feelings. sweeeeet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its quite worth the ticket price. maybe i'm still having the bad taste in my mouth with 'war of the worlds'. totally horrible. har har... as the sayings goes "never offend a woman". see i'm still cursing that show after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~224~::&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/8168105-112342532883979543?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112342532883979543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112342532883979543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112342532883979543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112342532883979543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/stealth.html' title='|||...stealth...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112339588761071188</id><published>2005-08-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:33:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...life is just a bowl of pits...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my dance class ends next week. 2 months just pass by in a flash. every week i look forward to the class as i always feel good after the session. i didn't used to think that way. last time, i thought "huh? after work so tired still go exercise? siao bo!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after i started taking the dance classes, i felt invigorated after the class. it makes you feel more refreshed. the power of EXERCISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, since its ending, thinking of signing up for a gym or yoga membership near my office so that i can pop by after work or during lunchtime to work out. still considering as its a long commitment of 12 months. so many things can happen within 12 months thus i'm still so undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why they don't have something that's like monthly thingy leh. maybe don't so high class la hor, go community centre learn yoga also can. cheap, near and should be as good. not so glamorous only mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the eve of national day. for once, i'm like looking forward to work because the next day is a public holiday. wheeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~223~::&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/8168105-112339588761071188?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112339588761071188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112339588761071188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112339588761071188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112339588761071188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-just-bowl-of-pits.html' title='|||...life is just a bowl of pits...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112338265566406197</id><published>2005-08-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:21:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;congratulations to calyn lee xin bei being the winner of the 1st 'guess the place' contest. please collect your prize anytime at number XX hazel park terrace. i'm sure you know the way. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Pantry31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Pantry31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the above place is indeed my office newly renovate pantry. before you go "wa, so good sia", it is shared by the whole damn building of 22 storeys. and they only put 3 tables. how sufficient is that you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously before the renovation, not many people actually come down to utilize it so it was usually rather empty. but now after the renovation, become so nice, cozy and comfortable, its almost always crowded during lunchtime so its not possible to get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the living room, its impractical to buy your food and sit there to eat as its rather awkward that way since you can't really sit on the floor in your suit. its not home afterall mah where u can sit or lie in your living room any way you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we use it for our meetings and i do find it rather conducive for that purpose. more relaxing then sitting at our usual place which is in our premier centre, hence everyone tends to give more feedback or ideas. not that our meetings are to gather such becuase usually its a one-way meeting whereby the boss just tell us what to do. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i get my S$15 usb cable, i shall show you my desk! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~222~::&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/8168105-112338265566406197?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112338265566406197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112338265566406197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112338265566406197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112338265566406197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/regret-for-things-we-did-can-be.html' title='|||...regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112304849635864786</id><published>2005-08-03T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:24:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Pantry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Pantry1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Pantry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Pantry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yay~ photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right? very clear right? super nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee... these pictures were taken from my most loved possession at the moment - my sooper dooper nokia 6230i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think its extremely costly (as its chargeable by the size of the file) to e-mail myself these pictures as its pretty big file as compared to a vga taken camera pictures due to the higher resolution of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this only prove 1 thing, i need a usb cable...FAST. since dar just bought a nokia hp too. then i can justify it! haha... i can help him take pics and upload it into the com then he can transfer to his hp. i'm just so smart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the pictures. guess WHERE that place is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st person to post the right answer will get...hmmmmm...kisses from...lets see...&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;br /&gt;my dad's house pond's koi fishes! you get to choose which one from the MANY to kiss you ok - white one, black one, white with red dot on forehead one, orange one, orange mixed with black one and blah blah blah. many many ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR if you think its too slimy, he have new born chicks to muakz you too. also can choose ok - black or white! unless you like old mother hens la. then can ask the chick's mom or my mom &lt;em&gt;or myself&lt;/em&gt;. heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer shall be revealed in my next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~221~::&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/8168105-112304849635864786?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112304849635864786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112304849635864786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112304849635864786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112304849635864786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/happiness-isnt-something-you.html' title='|||...happiness isn&apos;t something you experience; it&apos;s something you remember...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112290980865923963</id><published>2005-08-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:36:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. it is the source of all true art and science...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i'm going to die very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to live really old. but maybe at about 55 to 60 yrs old? after i get my cpf money and go on round the world trip. har har... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be more realistic, i think by that time which is another 30 more yrs or so, the world would be a very different place. perhaps teleporting would be possible or cars can fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning, when i take the public transport to work, i would sit down in the same bench at the same spot located at the same lrt station nearest to my house and think the same thing - if only i can teleport myself to work, then i can save lots of time travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many benefits : i can sleep later, i won't be late as no jams or line fault or whatever public transport issues, good mood due to smooth morning and blah blah blah. i can list TONS of them lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really don't mind going to work but i hate all the squeezing into the train carriage and standing all the way to my destination. most times, i arm myself with a book so i don't feel bored or that time is passing so slowly. the most sians thing about my morning journey to work &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the standing for 45 minutes part as its a killer in my high heels. i will wobble whenever the train jerks and try to balance myself. so un-glam and tedious right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing those days where i drive to work. now parking alone cost up to a freaking $350! still haven't add erp and petrol leh? *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* so yes, i wish teleporting can be invented really soon. of course at an affordable rate la. i don't need instant one. like in 5 minutes time can already. so maybe less expensive? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger and read the bookworm series, i think there were some articles on human teleporting. records has shown there WERE people whom did it. but how true i don't know la. when i was younger, don't mind taking the public transport. finds it exciting instead. haha... because last time good life mah, got parents send and fetch. ahhh... those were the DAYS lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my 'die young' topic, the reason why i felt that way is because of the unhealthy diet i've maintaining. i eat fast food for at least 4 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look skinny skinny like bamboo stick but my last health screening (free provided by the bank) shows my cholestrol levels are on the high side. however, try as i might, i can never seem to resist fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fast. its yummy. its filling. you get a burger, a side and a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying very hard to curb the desire for it already but to no success. like this afternoon, after thinking for the longest time (especially didn't eat over the weekend), chose to eat 'zhu char tang' for lunch. then night came, as had to work late and i was famished, end up buying back burger king for dinner. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how? how? how? all the calories and carbohydrates and ucky cholestrol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~220~::&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/8168105-112290980865923963?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112290980865923963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112290980865923963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112290980865923963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112290980865923963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-beautiful-thing-we-can-experience.html' title='|||...the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. it is the source of all true art and science...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112279790758517235</id><published>2005-07-31T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:38:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...the island...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lincoln Six-Echo (McGregor) is a resident of a seemingly utopian but contained facility in the mid-21st century. Like all of the inhabitants of this carefully controlled environment, Lincoln hopes to be chosen to go to the "The Island" - reportedly the last uncontaminated spot on the planet. But Lincoln soon discovers that everything about his existence is a lie. He and all of the other inhabitants of the facility are actually human clones whose only purpose is to provide "spare parts" for their original human counterparts. Realizing it is only a matter of time before he is "harvested", Lincoln makes a daring escape with a beautiful fellow resident named Jordan Two-Delta (Johansson). Relentlessly pursued by the forces of the sinister institute that once housed them, Lincoln and Jordan engage in a race for their lives to literally meet their makers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perhaps its after watching a lousy movie (war of the worlds) that i think this movie is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what to expect at first as i didn't bother to read any of the reviews or articles on this movie. thought it would be like the tv series (island) about some people going on a boating (the tv series is a airplane wreck) expedition and getting trapped on an island with man-eating dinosaurs or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its totally different from what i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was exciting throughout the movie. thrilling and unexpected in many ways. the opening already gave me a shock (some sound effects). haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie is pretty futuristic. about human cloning and stuffs. i really love the plot due to the twists and turns. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very cool, a must watch!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~219~::&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/8168105-112279790758517235?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112279790758517235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112279790758517235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112279790758517235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112279790758517235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/07/island.html' title='|||...the island...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112265079830158935</id><published>2005-07-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:45:52.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...happy birthday dar...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Kis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Kis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;happy bbiirrtthhddaayy to dar dar~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to youuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;may you be happy everyday for the following 364 days! I LOVE U! *muakz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~218~::&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/8168105-112265079830158935?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112265079830158935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112265079830158935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112265079830158935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112265079830158935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-dar.html' title='|||...happy birthday dar...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112247709842787980</id><published>2005-07-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:47:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...about the time we think we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmm, weird leh. if you noticed, i will manually number all my posts and this is number 217 supposedly. but blogger counted 220 posts already. dodo bird me must have repeated some numbers accidentally. *geez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall coincide my 300th post with the date 2-9-2005 because its my blog's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, using blogger's count, its another 79 posts and september is about 2 months away, which means i need approximately 1.3 posts a day. HUH? a bit a lot right! looking at the rate of my entries of about 1 post fortnightly. but i'm doing better already. my last post was 2 days ago. =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* who ask me so lazy. so now must put in double the effort. hee... then on 3-9-2005, a new bloggie shall be born! idea right. =) i'm so clever. hur hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to &lt;a href="http://www.chopchop.com.sg/"&gt;chop chop&lt;/a&gt; near my office to try out their instant massages today. &lt;a href="http://www.ahlei.blogspot.com/"&gt;adel&lt;/a&gt;, my colleague and friend in office, was having bad backache and wanted to get some relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't too bad. S$14 for a 10 minutes pounding and kneading. the only grouse i've is that its a bit weird having an uncle doing it. kinda awkward. *bleahz* well, and its not helping that its my virgin massage session so i was a teeny weeny nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking around for spa services for dar and me as part of my itinery plan to celebrate his birthday. i know he definitely wouldn't appreciate it. wanted to give him a surprise initially but knowing his 'pattern', i asked him first and prove myself right. that dumb dumb rather use the money, i quote him "to buy some car accessories".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me how romantic a car accessory is? spa is a body and mind thing ok. makes you feel good what. hais... he will never understand. too practical a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i found this spa place that looks pretty cool from the brochure. its called balik kampong located at those private houses. they have 2 outlets - changi &amp;amp; hillview. will definitely go try it out with my next pay check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month's pay already dry up with 3 pairs of shoes, pedicure (yes, i did it yesterday! an express pedicure that only cost me S$12. so cheap right? and its quite good.), endless amount of food (i ate 4 meals today)... its only the 7th day since i drew my salary and its all gone. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking half day afternoon to go shopping for dar's birthday present. he wants a wallet. thinking of getting some other brand than renoma as he has been a faithful fan of that brand since we first met and i got him the first wallet from there. so thinking of breaking the tradition for the 4th wallet. shall see what i can get tomorrow. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on leave on friday to accompany him. its our usual yearly routine to take leave to accompany each other on our birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for myself, the most important reason i take leave is to avoid getting screwed up by nasty customers and feeling lousy for the whole day. birthday leh! already depressing enough you know. get scolding somemore become even worse right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, 78 more entries to go. shall save some words for tomorrow (i hope)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~217~::&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/8168105-112247709842787980?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112247709842787980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112247709842787980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112247709842787980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112247709842787980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/07/about-time-we-think-we-can-make-ends.html' title='|||...about the time we think we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112230488021746579</id><published>2005-07-25T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:32:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...drive-in banks were established so most of the cars today could see their real owners. ...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yays~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit my 10,000th visitor...finally. nothing to be proud about la. i wasn't even keeping track these days. but just so happen tinkering with my blogskin to change colour as blue doesn't seems to be very me and i thought i had accidentally deleted my invisible statistics tracker. thus, stumbled upon it when logged into my account to get the html codes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to the lucky 10,000th reader. you can get a free candlelight dinner with me if you are able to identify yourself. not bad leh. dinner with me ok. or if you prefer, i have a whole family for you to choose from to dine with. from the SYT (sweet young thing) to the ROM (rich old man) to the CMI (cannot make it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was tinkering with my html codes once again, i've noticed the depressing number of entries i made this month. its an all time low at a grand total of TWO! *gasp* i'm really neglecting it. so sad because sometimes when i re-read some of my past entries, it brings back fresh memories. a good aid that now i'm getting older and brain memory space is lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. anyways, sometime back when my beloved brother was back from australia, he took the digital camera back too. i was so excited because i can go on a photo-blogging-spree. &lt;em&gt;however&lt;/em&gt;, that asshat, took back the camera and not the usb cable. and i only discover the saddening news after i took a memory card full of pictures and was stuck with it. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've a 1.3 megapixel hp camera, i was all geared up to take some pictures as well. but then again don't have the usb data transfer cable. maybe tomorrow go m1 and check how much they selling. thats 2nd on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 1 is to do a pedicure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but got dance class tomorrow and with some of the moves that requires swiveling on floor, it sure damages the nicely done toenails. comtemplating doing it on wednesday instead. but the current sight of it is quite an eyesore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais... i think my life is not too interesting lor. so much so that i can be debating my thoughts online on a personal pedicure. "to do or not to do" when there are so many other major things happening out there in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the poor chap that was suspected as one of the bomb-setting terrorist in uk and got shot. so sad for him. its a delimma as well. one part of me wish he is innocent as i wish there are no baddies in the world. another part of me wish he is not innocent so that at least he didn't die in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* well, when i think about all this 'bigger' things, life seems so depressing. ok, i think i'm better off deciding if i need a pedi tomorrow anot. heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~216~::&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/8168105-112230488021746579?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112230488021746579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112230488021746579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112230488021746579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112230488021746579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/07/drive-in-banks-were-established-so.html' title='|||...drive-in banks were established so most of the cars today could see their real owners. ...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-112169759661003727</id><published>2005-07-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:39:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...i can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. i'm frightened of the old ones. ...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, a quick entry before i go read a few pages if my novel and then sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to write. actually i had a lengthy entry but i erased it and want to re-start. *sighs* think i better get back to my book. get myself off the pc. dar seems upset that i'm still online. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites nites~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~215~::&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/8168105-112169759661003727?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/112169759661003727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=112169759661003727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112169759661003727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/112169759661003727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-understand-why-people-are.html' title='|||...i can&apos;t understand why people are frightened of new ideas. i&apos;m frightened of the old ones. ...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111727039636416329</id><published>2005-07-17T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:41:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...personally I think birthdays and anniversaries are like menstrual cramps, a regular pain in the ass that's somehow connected to birth...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wanted to post this on my birthday but had forgotten all over it. saved this quote for a long time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great birthday. got many prezzies this year. mostly from my new colleagues. the closest ones all never give lor. some kind of family and close friends right! "right, cal?" hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've got a new phone. yippee! and i dropped it the moment i opened my box. so smart right. wondering if i damaged anything inside now. the side seems to be jutting out a little. wonder if its normal. *bleahz* its a birthday gift from dar. before you go "awww, so sweet!" kindly note that we had an 'issue' over it and its a day late. *sighs* don't sound very romantic right? it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still got it in the end. so "thanks dear. *muakz*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro flying back to australia tomorrow. time flies. he has been back for 3 weeks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been working for coming to 3 months now. time really flies lor. goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long no blog, now don't know what to blog. maybe should hire a professional full-time blogger to blog for me. i don't think there's such a profession yet. heh... maybe one day there will be. you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling tired already. tomorrow got to wake up at like 6am. ok la, continue blogging soon. nites nites~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~214~::&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/8168105-111727039636416329?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111727039636416329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111727039636416329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111727039636416329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111727039636416329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/07/personally-i-think-birthdays-and.html' title='|||...personally I think birthdays and anniversaries are like menstrual cramps, a regular pain in the ass that&apos;s somehow connected to birth...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111979699754460220</id><published>2005-06-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:45:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...when we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really have so little time for blogging nowadays. even when i do blog, its like so brief and boring. no time to make it sounds more interesting or exciting even though it is, like my previous sensual dancing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been not bad for me. been busy with work, colleagues, friends and family. but i don't why do i feel suddenly if i'm doing the right stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what's the purpose in my life. what do i hope to achieve. what i want to do. and where. but no answer came up. i seem to be just drifting along with my life. with no main goal in sight or in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i'm busy. so busy. but what am i so busy for ultimately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, i will think "hey, maybe that's what i want to be" but a little time later, i think "hmmm, then again, maybe not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, really young, like any other kid, i have my own aspirations and ambitions. there, those common ones like doctor, lawyer, teacher, policewoman, businesswoman and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, nothing. nothing to aspire to be or to do. nothing to aim to be or to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did life take such a turn? why do i grow up to want to be nothing? i feel lost. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just that its nearing my quarter-century of age and i look back and feel like i've achieve nothing in my life. is this what they call the mid-life crisis? ok la, maybe quarter-life crisis. quarter-life identity crisis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~213~::&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/8168105-111979699754460220?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111979699754460220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111979699754460220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111979699754460220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111979699754460220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-we-are-unable-to-find-tranquility.html' title='|||...when we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111968507087955085</id><published>2005-06-25T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:43:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...it is good to be without vices, but it is not good to be without temptations...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yays~ i finally took up dancing! i'm so excited. however, didn't take up exotic dancing as initially planned but something close - sensual dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very 1st class yesterday was really fun. it was only a small group of 3 of us. but i expect it to grow as i think one of the other girl's friends wanted to join in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 8 classes in total and i would expect by the end of it to dance sensually to a song for about 3.5 minutes. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling excited. my colleague that dragged me there kept laughing throughout the session. then i tell her "girl ar, you are suppose to feel sexy, think sexy and be sexy. how can you expect me to focus on being sexy when you are giggling beside me every other minute?" hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was certainly hilarious especially when we have to think of our own poses to strike. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~212~::&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/8168105-111968507087955085?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111968507087955085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111968507087955085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111968507087955085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111968507087955085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-is-good-to-be-without-vices-but-it.html' title='|||...it is good to be without vices, but it is not good to be without temptations...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111847804094958784</id><published>2005-06-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T16:36:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...how come we never see a headline like 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love doing feel good things to yourself like having a pedicure. =) i'm really feeling great! wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on duty today. it was definitely better than last saturday as the 2 on duty last saturday had a lot of walk-ins to attend to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily for me today, i was free most of the time from 9.30 am to 11.00 am that i was sitting there. so i decided to keep shop and started moving my own stuffs back to my table at 11.15 am and chatting with the others around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told the other on duty colleague that we must go at 12 pm 'zhun zhun' as i want to go do my nails. then he says "ok ok" and started packing up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the bizzare happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11.30 am, he received an sms from other colleague to say that her customer is coming in and to assist to let her sign a form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11.35 am, another customer walked in and wants to do global cash withdrawal (ang moh want to draw from his uk hsbc account).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11.45 am, yet another customer walked in to complain abt some stuffs and the other colleague attended to her as i was busy arranging for the global cash withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 pm, i managed to get rid of the ang moh and happily switched off my pc outside and inside thinking that "yes! finally i can go and i'm early. (official off work time on saturdays is 1 pm)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only off my pc once a week and that is over the weekend, the rest of the times, i simply off the monitor so that its faster for me in the mornings. don't need to go through the whole routine of on-ing the pc, waiting for it to start up and keying in the password. anyways, the pc goes into energy saving mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last straw came when at 12.10 pm, an irritating person from downstairs brought a customer up. *grrrrr* the best part was he is a deaf-mute so we had to communicate by writing each other notes. so it took triple the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* they always say and i always believe that its a jinx to say "there is no customers today. can go home early. YAY~" when working. only can pray and wish in the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not bantang ok because once said, all the wrong customers will come knocking. i really do believe but i forgot the rule not to vocalise your thgoughts and jinx myself this morning. never will i again......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~211~::&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/8168105-111847804094958784?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111847804094958784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111847804094958784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111847804094958784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111847804094958784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-come-we-never-see-headline-like.html' title='|||...how come we never see a headline like &apos;Psychic Wins Lottery&apos;?...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111815589638495488</id><published>2005-06-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:02:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...love is, above all else, the gift of oneself...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Regan%20Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Regan%20Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~210~::&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/8168105-111815589638495488?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111815589638495488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111815589638495488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111815589638495488'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/up_up_in_the_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/up_up_in_the_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to BAO BEI!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Youuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zu Ni Sheng Ri Kuai Le!&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni Sheng Ri Kuai Le!&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni Sheng Ri Kuai Le Le!&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni Sheng Ri Kuai Leeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm sorry baby that i'm not having a major birthday party in school this year. i know you love the above aeroplane cake that i bought for you last year to celebrate in school. but i think its pretty sweet to have a smaller session with your good friends in class like nicholas, rachel, jannese right... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were hiding behind me throughout the celebration last year remember. you are always shy at the wrong times one. want you to be shy, you jump around like a monkey. don't want you to be shy, you stick to me like glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i love you so so so much. it pains me when i discipline you. hard as it might but i still have to do it as its for yourself. i'm not a great mommy always but lets grow up together ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muaks* happy 4th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ * ~ MEMOS TO ALL MOMMY &amp;amp; DADDY ~ * ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't spoil me...&lt;br /&gt;i know quite well that i ought not to have all that i ask for. i'm only testing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid to be firm with me...&lt;br /&gt;i prefer it, it meakes me feel more secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make me feel smaller than i am...&lt;br /&gt;it only makes me behave stupidly 'big'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't correct me in front of people if you can help it...&lt;br /&gt;i'll take much more notice if you talk quietly with in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make me feel my mistakes are sins...&lt;br /&gt;it upsets my sense of values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't protect me from consequences...&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes need to learn the painful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be too upset when i say, "i hate you"...&lt;br /&gt;it isn't you i hate but your power to thwart me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't take too much notice of my small ailments...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they get me the attention i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget i cannot explain myself as well as i should like...&lt;br /&gt;this is why i'm not always very accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make rash promises...&lt;br /&gt;remember that i feel badly let down when promises are broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tax my honesty too much...&lt;br /&gt;i am easily frightened into telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be inconsistent...&lt;br /&gt;that completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me my fears are silly...&lt;br /&gt;they are terribly real, and you can do much to reassure me if you try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't put me off when i ask questions...&lt;br /&gt;if you do, you will find that i stop asking and seek my information else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible...&lt;br /&gt;it gives me too great a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever think that it is beneath your dignity to apologise to me...&lt;br /&gt;an honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget how quickly i am growing up...&lt;br /&gt;it must be difficult to keep pace with me but do try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget i love experimenting...&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't get on without it, so please put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget that i can't thrive with lots of understanding love...&lt;br /&gt;but i don't need to tell you, do i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~209~::&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/8168105-111807516394782405?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111807516394782405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111807516394782405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111807516394782405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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starting to find some parts of my life getting better, before it had a chance to get really good, it becomes very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another long day at work today. never seem to be able to clear my in-tray before something else comes along. everything seems urgent. the bottom of my in-tray is stagnant since last week as something more important just appear and i have to do it first. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, i was still in a fantastic mood feeling that the work is getting better. that moment didn't last for long because monday onwards, its like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstest, regan was really sick last week. so sick that he seen the gp twice and we brought him into kk a&amp;e on thursday midnight and spent the three quarters of the night there. though the place was teeming with parents and children, they were really efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barely registered and i heard the doctor calling regan through the announcement speakers. really fast lor. everyone hanging around was under observation as after the doctor had examined regan, we spent the next 3 hours waiting around as the doctor will call for him hourly to see if his condition is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think we were just paranoid but it comes to kids, you would never lose by playing safe. he's ok now. *phew* we have been religiously giving him his medicine. he seems skinner now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i don't know what's wrong with work. it just seems to pile up really high. i can hardly breathe. it seems never ending. and i don't know what's wrong with my colleagues or particularly this 2 colleagues, IK &amp;amp; LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are not picking on me or what but i can feel this streak of detest of me in them. i lunch with IK often for the last couple of weeks somemore. the other colleague LA gets the vibe from IK as she is like IK's although LA is of the same age as me. maybe i sound more senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but LA don't seem to know her stuffs really well. less confident, vocal, cannot-be-heard kind of staff. you know some staffs just melt into the background type and you even forget they exist sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more participative i should say during meetings and around the center. i ask questions. i volunteer myself to do some sh*t work noone wants to do. but i can't really afford the time now for 'volunteer' work. i'm currently overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is the premier centre and normal branch conflicts. kaos... i mean we are located at the same place. we used to be under the same management. now that they spilt premier banking with personal banking, those people at personal banking are so snotty i don't know what's their issues. walk into their territory only, they start to sharpen their claws. "COME ON, WHAT'S WRONG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i like to trouble them. i don't even like to trouble my own colleagues and do everything myself. but certain things i cannot do and only they can do, so can't they just do it more nicely. like customer's cash deposit, can't they hold the cash for a freaking 15 minutes when i set up the account? if i can hold the cash, i would. or cheque books and debit cards and pins and every damn collaterals that my side is not allowed to hold and only they can. DUH! if i can get the operation centre to send to me, i would instead of going through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry. i'm frustrated. i'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already been bad for a week. now i forsee this week isn't going to be any better. hais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regan birthday tomorrow. not celebrating in school for him. but thinking of buying a small cake for his class to cut. i find it pointless for the whole childcare centre to celebrate as though its small (60 kids) but he is not close to most of them. only his class so they sing for the sake of singing and not for him personally so whats the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned to bring him to underwater world last weekend but he just recovered so didn't want to tire him out. plus dar was on 11pm to 8am shift on friday and saturday night so he's zonk out on saturday and sunday morning to afternoon. *bleahz* so perhaps this weekend ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking half day so that i can bring him out. a colleague says there's this kids play gym at safra toa payoh. thinking of bring him there but don't know the age limit. he likes swimming but he can't swim as just recovered from his flu/viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there used to be a play gym at suntec long ago but they tore it down due to no business. located at the current harvey norman shop. even longer ago, during my times, before marina square was renovated, the arcade there was an indoor amusement park with those fly-up-fly-down helicopter rides etc and when mummy goes there shopping, she sure gives us a couple of dollars to play there. so fun can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember we were really young but rather independent already (when it comes to play). every week, mummy will always go shopping. once we reach her destination, she would just shop hers and we would run to find the toys section and eat macdonalds till she picks us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like in the lower primary. i mean for regan, i wouldn't allow him to roam at the toys section alone lor. so dangerous right. even though the world is more developed and we should be more relax about security, the opposite seems to be true. the baddies are also improving i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the side of my lower calf is so itchy. i've been scratching it non-stop and now its like bleeding. i'm 'mo-peng'. trying not to scratch it now but its really so itchy. *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed. else tomorrow sure late for work. jolene on a week's mc due to her pregnancy and coming back tomorrow. did i mention she is 38 and her husband is 51? that's why she is more careful. her husband is the head of the chinese department of nus. age old enough to be my dad. but he looks pretty youthful i should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should be careful la. i mean one of my ex-bm, she refuse to rest even after the doctor gave her mc and insisted she do, ended up she over-worked herself and had to be confined to her bed during the last 3 months of her pregnancy. wanted to prove herself and eventually had to have someone to cover her absence which is worse right i find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i didn't mention it has been bad since last week also because of all the bad news. on top of being sick, a rachel's boyfriend, yude, ah gong fell, landed on the ah ma, then both fractured their hips. though the latter is less serious so she can rest at home, they had to be separated. both love each other dearly. the saddest is, the ah gong while in hospital was diagnosed with final stage of lung cancer with a year left. *tearing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another close girlfriend, pamela, of the same cliche was operated on last week to remove her gall stone (which had a stone in it causing an obstruction and the gull juices becoming glue-like which is threatening) and appendix. she had admitted to the hospital 2 weeks back for gastric ulcer. so poor thing. when she was at sgh last week, she waited for 12 whole hours and still no bed, then decided to go to mount e. heng she did that lor. because at mount e, the doctor said if she delayed any further, the gall stone's stone which is moving more and more towards the vein which is life-threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, one bad news after another. the three of us is really close and each of us got our own headache to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* there is so much i want to say actually. so much i want to unload and just type and type so i feel better. other things includes like this morning when i was taking the train, this gross couple was so showy of their affections that it irks me. imagine the guy pinching the girl's waist fats lor. so er! not that i want to see, but i was reading my book and i was looking down (nobody hold their book so high that they have to look up right). from the corner of the eye i can see him doing just that. *yuck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i didn't mentioned i just paid a lost library book fine of S$19.95 because some dumbo was blocking the door one fine saturday morning when i was on my way to work. causing those passengers that want to alight can't alight properly and squeezing inbetween me and him (i was standing at the extreme end of the door leaning against the glass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the ugly stares the rest of the passengers are giving this goon-du, he just blissfully listen to his music plug on his ears. then one dumb dumb was in a hurry to exit as the closing door signal was sounding that he knock into my hand causing the book i was holding in my that hand to fall out. i tried to catch it but i only managed to touch the side once and twice and "plop", it went into the dark dark whole. i was at tanjong pagar mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was very late for work already so didn't alight there and then or at raffles place station (my station) to inform the station control. tried to call smrt when i got into office but all the lines are closed. so sent them an e-mail but no response. then on monday morning, i inform raffles place station control but they simply gave me the number to call tanjong pagar. after some of my insistence (i got so free meh? can't they call? they should talk between stations right?), she says she will pass the message for me first as well. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the usual monday morning meeting, i called tanjong pagar station and they said they can only check at night after the train stops servicing. but they ask me which door number. wa lau, they think i work there or what. how i know what door number. i had to repeat my agar-agar door to them. towards raffles place direction, door near the front escalator. not clear meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they called me the next day and said they couldn't locate the book as they have something called a tunnel washing every weekend after the tran services end and my book probably got flushed or something. another doubt. if its a routine weekly thingy, they should have let me know before hand that i've called so late and most probably the book wouldn't be around right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the most angry part is their customer service replied my 1 WHOLE F*****G WEEK after i e-mailed them. i'm seething with anger. its just i don't have the time to reply that 'sorry, we cannot help you' e-mail from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm unload lots of my mind already. feeling worned out after my outburst. leg still itchy. grrr... couldn't possibly be i'm allergic to seafood right. i just ate tons of crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was craving for crabs for weeks and yesterday dad bought lots of crabs so had chilli crabs yesterday and today. though i ended work late, i find it so shiok to sit in front of my tv watching whatever's on (it was the news just now) and eating crabs. yum yum yum. =9 but i ate really so much i'm so sick of it now. no more crabs for the next 3 months sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is getting horrendously big. and my face is getting horrendously ugly eith gigantic ance type of pimples on it. 4 and still counting. can understand why from the long, unstructured and messy ramblings above right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i should stop. i keep going on and on and on. still itchy. arghhhh... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, please pardon my language for this post. i'm too lazy to read through and edit. just wanted to get everything out of my system so that i can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much better now. really. going to surf a little more on indoor playgrounds or fun mazes or gyms so that i can bring regan tomorrow afternoon before hitting the sheets. nites nites peeps~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~208~::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/230750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/230705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/230705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~207~::&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/8168105-111789786129988660?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111789786129988660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111789786129988660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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may...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/heart_desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/heart_desire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HaPpY BiRtHdAy To MaY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;although i know she never reads my blog. but i'm pretty sure she would be impressed i still remember her dialect name. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've know siyun (hanyu pinyin) for like 13 years so far. she uses may more commonly now. a name she adopted after she went poly. but i still address all my secondary school khakis by their hanyu pinyin names. siyun, shuyin, shuilian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, i suddenly realised their names all start with S! no wonder they clicked, even till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i've lost touched with them other than the now-and-then phonecalls. hmmm, maybe only siyun la. shulian and shuying, i haven't seen or even talk to them since like 4 years back when i had regan and they came visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good time yesterday. didn't really catch up alot as we were more busy talking nonsense and laughing like hyenas every 5 minutes about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping we can arrange a dinner soon to catch up properly and lesser interuptions. better do it this week as both siyun and jane is on leave. otherwise, with the 2 of them flying, its gonna to be so difficult to synchronise their schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we weren't particularly close and had some quarrels here and there during the schooling days, i still miss them. they are so very different from &lt;a href="http://-l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2004/12/trust-yourself-think-for-yourself-act.html"&gt;joanna and huizhen&lt;/a&gt; - from dressing to hangout places to behaviour to preferences. like ah lians and sports girls differences. but i still enjoy both sets of friends tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend seems to have just gone in a blink. start of a new week... happy or sad that its another new week, i don't know yet. well, at least i'm back to blogging more conscientiously. thats a good thing. shows i'm getting the hang of things. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ * ~ manic monday ~ * ~ 'by bangles'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six o'clock already&lt;br /&gt;I was just in the middle of a dream&lt;br /&gt;I was kissin' Valentino&lt;br /&gt;By a crystal blue Italian stream&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be late&lt;br /&gt;'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid&lt;br /&gt;These are the days&lt;br /&gt;When you wish your bed was already made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another manic Monday&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was Sunday&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's my funday&lt;br /&gt;My I don't have to runday&lt;br /&gt;It's just another manic Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to catch an early train&lt;br /&gt;Got to be to work by nine&lt;br /&gt;And if I had an air-o-plane&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't make it on time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it takes me so long&lt;br /&gt;Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the train&lt;br /&gt;But the boss is already there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the nights&lt;br /&gt;Why did my lover have to pick last night&lt;br /&gt;To get down&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it matter&lt;br /&gt;That I have to feed the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Employment's down&lt;br /&gt;He tells me in his bedroom voice&lt;br /&gt;C'mon honey, let's go make some noise&lt;br /&gt;Time it goes so fast&lt;br /&gt;When you're having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~206~::&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/8168105-111737913379543280?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111737913379543280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111737913379543280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111737913379543280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111737913379543280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-lim-sze-yin-may.html' title='|||...happy birthday to lim sze yin may...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111726962815282243</id><published>2005-05-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:27:13.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...in prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Lilies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so nice right! i simply love flowers though its so superficial, so pompous and so wasteful because it will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invited to may's birthday bbq so got her a bouquet of lilies. don't know what she likes and i'm sure she has everything that she wants to have with my amount of budget. the stuffs that she wants to have and don't own it yet, i definitely cannot afford it. so got her flowers. no girl will complain she has too &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; bouquet flowers though i'm sure her 1st bouquet for her birthday would be from her boyfriend. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so HINT HINT - i love &lt;em&gt;many many many&lt;/em&gt; flowers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar picked me up after work as usual today. finally i fulfilled the dumb rule of working every saturday for the 1st month. next week onwards, i only have to work 1 saturday every 3 weeks. yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove down to causeway point sakae sushi for lunch. then dar needs to go ubi to settle some stuffs hence got him to drop me off at lot 1 to walk around with regan. got the flowers, tiny card, pink op skirt (now got 30% storewide discount leh, i love GSS!), yellow top for regan, date stamp, small puzzle for regan and personalised sticky notepad (below).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/Notepad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/Notepad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm a sucker for personalised stuffs. good thing that my name is common so confirm have. but sad thing is so common thus usually sold out lor. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got the name sticker, name mini notepad, name handphone pouch and now name sticky notepad. wheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i was so tempted to buy 3 can but stopped myself. the name mini notepad i bought 2 weeks back still haven't use as bu she de (can't bear to). haha... it looks so nice ma. then i was thinking got &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; occasion then use lor. the only thing is i haven't figure our what are considered &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; occasions. hur hur... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my obsession with anything that got to do with my name shows i'm rather narcissistic. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling tired. go take a nap before making my way down to east coast park for the bbq. its been so so so long since i met up with my secondary school girlfriends. kinda looking forward to it. so sad no camera still. *sighs* so no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* nappy time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~205~::&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/8168105-111726962815282243?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111726962815282243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111726962815282243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111726962815282243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111726962815282243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-prosperity-our-friends-know-us-in.html' title='|||...in prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111726989891389419</id><published>2005-05-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T16:52:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its been so long since i even talk to dap and cal, not to say meet-up. i really miss them. missing all the times that i was mugging and them rooting for me. but i'm feeling so guilty because when it was their turn for exams, i was so busy working that i wasn't there for them. i'm the worse friend ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/DSCI0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/DSCI0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/DSCI0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/DSCI0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/DSCI0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/DSCI0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/DSCI0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/DSCI0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/DSCI0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/DSCI0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/DSCI00241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/DSCI00241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~204~::&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/8168105-111726989891389419?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111726989891389419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111726989891389419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111726989891389419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111726989891389419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/without-friends-no-one-would-choose-to.html' title='|||...without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111703166675368809</id><published>2005-05-26T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:47:59.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...don't throw away the old bucket until you know whether the new one holds water...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;brief update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) centre manager is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) i left my calculator somewhere in office and now i cannot find, don't know which idiot stole it. *grrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) tomorrow first thing must dig out all the faxes from 3 may to 18 may for one customer instruction as operations centre did not process and i cannot recall which date was the fax dated. dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) dinner with pamela, rachel and lixuan tomorrow night. hope noone cancels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) was late this morning. *geez* don't know its the how many time-th this two weeks. came up with a lame excuse that it was raining somemore because as i walked in, centre manager was at my desk asking someone something. how lucky. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) go fly kite this weekend (if i can manage to buy a kite). those ma-ma shops don't sell anymore and i don't want to go all the way to marina south which seems like the only place that has now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~203~::&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/8168105-111703166675368809?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111703166675368809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111703166675368809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111703166675368809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111703166675368809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-throw-away-old-bucket-until-you.html' title='|||...don&apos;t throw away the old bucket until you know whether the new one holds water...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111703014275344665</id><published>2005-05-25T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:35:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...happy birthday to jianglin and happy BELATED birthday to dad...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/320/candyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/1599/480/candyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy birthday to my youngest bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out on my dad's birthday on 8 May. so... happy belated birthday to my dearest dad too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~202~::&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/8168105-111703014275344665?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111703014275344665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111703014275344665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111703014275344665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111703014275344665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-jianglin-and-happy.html' title='|||...happy birthday to jianglin and happy BELATED birthday to dad...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111626333276816640</id><published>2005-05-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:19:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...the whole life of man is but a point of time; let us enjoy it...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is a bad week. one of the worst. sometimes i find it so true not to gloat over the good life that i'm having or else it would turn horribly wrong. and that's what had just happen. not that my life was very good but i was contented. now i have a thorn stuck in my flesh and it doesn't seem like its going to be removed anytime soon so i got to live with it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, its another hectic week. time always pass in a flash when i'm working in a bank especially as there are so many things to do. one minute ago its 9.00am and the next its 6.00pm. its ok to be 9.00am but its not ok to be 6.00pm with the in-tray still piled high with stuffs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like carrying things un-done to the next day as it doesn't mean that the work will just disappear. it means i have more to do the next day. so i must well finished it then rolling it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find life kinda un-fair sometimes too. sit-next-to-me-colleague is rather messy (a nice colleague la, i'm not like detesting him or whatsoever, just that i find that me being neat and meticulous has no rewards) so his desk has lots of papers scattered all over the place but mine being next to his is neat as a pin and such a stark contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i'm new and very free ok. even when i'm so so so busy, i always make it a point to keep it neat. i'm obsessed with neatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so when my bm walks over with some stuffs for sit-next-to-me-colleague to be done, see his desk like so messy = busy, see my desk so neat = nothing to do, pass the stuffs to me and ask me to help to do because he is busy. i wish i can just scream "NO LOR, I'M DAMN BUSY ALSO CAN! that's why i stay till 9pm to clear my work and this colleague leaves at 7pm for home sweet home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only my bm thinks so, everyone seems to think so can. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even eat lunch today because i was swarmed with work but the sit-next-to-me-colleague went for his usual lunch can. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i being penalised with more work, other people's work some more, for being tidy. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i say "no prob, i can do." to my bm when his work was given to me. i'm not one to retort "i'm very busy now ok". i try what i can. i do what i can. its not that i'm hypocritcal here by saying things behind sit-next-to-me-colleague's back but i can't say "bm, no lor, sit-next-to-me-colleague is very free ok. he looks busy only because his table looks like a hurricane just went past it." not very friendly right. with me being new and all somemore. and maybe he is really busy at that point in time leh. =P oh well. maybe i should mess up my table real bad also. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already nagged at sit-next-to-me-colleague to be less messy before we left office today but i must get it out of me and say it once again "sit-next-to-me-colleague, i'm really not against you nor don't want to help you when you are busy BUT i really appreciate if you can be neater and tidier please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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whole life of man is but a point of time; let us enjoy it...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111599837592215531</id><published>2005-05-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:42:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...missing...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is what happens when i'm working. i've been missing before when i'm so pre-occupied with my work. i hadn't even had the time to pick up blogging when i was still working last year till august. tells how much work takes up my time. i'm a motivated, focused, serious and dedicated worker ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can settle down at work soon and then i will have more time to do my own stuffs. now its like work-eat-work-eat-sleep. but i still think that the last two weeks had been great! enjoyed every minute of my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, after work, went red star to eat dim sum. hee... looking forward to the weekend. planning to order pizza hut home after work and watch dvd while lunching on pizzas! yummy. =9 but next weekend even better! long weekend. yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss everyone. miss reading everyone's blog. miss msning. kinda sad i'm like losing touch with lots of friends. late in replying sms-es. not answering calls. i'm like a hermit in my social life. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry should be more eventful and meaningful being my number 200th entry. but i really can't work up anything decent after a long week of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my brain is shutting down on me. evidenced by my incoherent entry above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[edit on 13-5-2005 @ 11.36pm ]&lt;/span&gt; re-reading after publishing, i really cannot understand what i'm typing. all my messy random thoughts. shows how tired i am. nites nites peeps. enjoy the weekend ahead! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~200~::&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/8168105-111599837592215531?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111599837592215531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111599837592215531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111599837592215531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111599837592215531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing.html' title='|||...missing...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111522136279493398</id><published>2005-05-04T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:58:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...age is no guarantee of maturity...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;work is ok. pretty much the same as before so can cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleagues are ok. i'm so happy i'm the youngest even at 25. yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bm is ok. understand her well already so its going to easier working knowing what she detests and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;environment is ok. office layout is neat and it doesn't hurt that i can do lots of shopping near-by. only thing is not many fast-foods around. i love fast-foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table is lousy. i don't like sitting in a position where there are people behind you and they can see what you are doing. but no other seats available already, though i did get to choose between 2. haa... another existing guy colleague had to take the last seat left because his existing seat is no good, according to a feng-shui master that was hired to look at the branch's feng-shui last week. ladies first ma so i got to choose first. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet is &lt;strike&gt;interesting&lt;/strike&gt; shocking. its a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unisex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; toilet like the one in ally mcbeal. YIKES! there are 8 cubicles, 6 sinks and 1 vanity mirror. and shared by the whole branch (personal &amp;amp; premier) staffs. its ultimately &lt;em&gt;un-nerving&lt;/em&gt; for me. so far, i haven't met any of my male colleagues in there and i don't wish to. why like that... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~199~::&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/8168105-111522136279493398?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111522136279493398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111522136279493398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111522136279493398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111522136279493398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/age-is-no-guarantee-of-maturity.html' title='|||...age is no guarantee of maturity...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111496448959689062</id><published>2005-05-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:44:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...happy labour day...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't know how to start this post. i've tried a dozen ways "just came back from...; feeling bloated...; had a great weekend..." but none seems to be apt. no mood to blog perhaps. blogger block. lack of inspirations. *bleahz* it seems weird that i keep up with my blogging during my exam period and now when i can blog, i don't seem to be blogging. can't do the right thing at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at prima revolving restaurant today. i love their peking duck. yum yum... its so crowded and noisy today because of the holiday. and we were served so slowly - from being seated to taking orders to serving the food. that 10% service charge of almost $50 is a waste as i don't feel like i'm getting any service. *geez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner is an early celebration for dad's birthday and mother's day which happens to fall on the same day this year which is next sunday. but next weekend is going to be even more chaotic so we pushed it to this week instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lamenting it seems odd that ah di is not here (of course dad shrugged it off as we are those 'conservative traditional family', but i can tell he is missing him also lor, eldest son leh, how not to miss when its his first long trip away from home, ns don't count ma) and we were somehow missing him during the dinner and voila, he called. telepathy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, mom, sister and brother are going to perth for 3 days during the vesak day weekend to visit him. wish i can go but i gotta work. *sighs* *sighs* *sighs* although its an extremely short trip but still... so i have to be 'gan men gou'. cannot go and must be watch house dog, so &lt;em&gt;sucky&lt;/em&gt; can! dad decreed we got to move into his house for that 3 days to look after his fishes, his chickens, my rabbit and his maid. but come to think of it &lt;em&gt;properly&lt;/em&gt;, its a good deal in fact. haa haa... i got MAID for 3 days! yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy tomorrow is still a holiday (finally, i start to appreciate holidays, haven't been as everyday &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a holiday to me for the last 9 months). heh... i'm going to enjoy myself thoroughly and work is gonna start proper the day after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worrying constantly if i can get along with my new colleagues. hope they are easy to get along with. though i'm working under my old branch manager and some old colleagues, but majority are new faces to me. and working environment matters a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millions of worries running through my mind now. what if i cannot get along with them? what if they are snobbish? what if they super like to backstab? what if they are not friendly? what if they purposely sabo me? what if......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just to stay positive. so far all my workplaces are great and most of my ex-colleagues are great. so this place is so not going to be the first that i will hate. yes, it will be a fantastic workplace teeming with fantastic colleagues with fantastic synergy! hmmm, do i sound convincing? =P *fingers crossed* will i jinx it by thinking so positive? sometimes i hate to be so optimisstic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bad habit of mine is to think the worst of things so that (a) if it turns out to be bad, i'm mentally prepared or (b) if it turns out to be good, its like a bonus to me. that's why i think i'm quite a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if any of you happens to be at raffles place, remember to ask me out for lunch ya. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~198~::&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/8168105-111496448959689062?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111496448959689062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111496448959689062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111496448959689062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111496448959689062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-labour-day.html' title='|||...happy labour day...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111478519856507915</id><published>2005-04-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:23:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...be personal, be patient, be informed - and you can bargain successfully for anything...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;feeling lonely. very lonely. so lonely. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petercincotti.com/"&gt;peter cincotti&lt;/a&gt; was in town at &lt;a href="http://hotchix.blogspot.com/2005/04/up-close-and-personal-with_111466886502599084.html#comments"&gt;thumpers&lt;/a&gt; having his private concert. he is so cute. *slurps* something usually stirs in me when i see a &lt;strike&gt;guy&lt;/strike&gt; cute guy playing the piano soulfully. like &lt;a href="http://www.lee-hom.com/"&gt;lee hom&lt;/a&gt;. i love watching mtvs of lee hom playing the piano. its just sooper dooper sexy lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a couple of guys (like my one-and-only-ex) that play the piano but they don't play the piano &lt;em&gt;soulfully&lt;/em&gt;. its a different feeling when they just play or they play from their heart and &lt;em&gt;soul,&lt;/em&gt; immersing themselves in it and playing using their feelings (as in not reading from the score).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my stint as a &lt;a href="http://-l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html"&gt;relief teacher&lt;/a&gt; a short while back, the school had organized a music week where each individual class would take turns and sing or play recorders for the rest of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the organizing teachers committee shot an arrow at a pe teacher to be a guest performer. he played 'gan xin ti dai ni' by ekin cheng on the piano. its such a romantic song, one of my favourites. the way he played is damn mesmerizing. like lee hom. i just didn't see him in the same light as before after his performance. cool, cute, handsome, well-built, tanned WITH a soft edge. *drools* hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, my dar don't play the piano but i still think he is ultra mega sexy and i love him very very very much. *grins* (well, just in case dar reads this and is sadded by my guys-play-piano-sexy fetish. must have disclaimer ma. hee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs were aching badly yesterday night after the short shopping trip. we didn't even cover a lot of ground (heeren marche, hello singtel, takashimaya post office, takashimaya zara, takashimaya guess, takashimaya levis, lucky plaza levis, scotts mango and THATS IT lor) but i want to die from the pain already. =( getting old already. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to this newly opened cafe called il caffe di roma that is set up by a good buddy of &lt;a href="http://www.limbueytor.com"&gt;lim buey tor&lt;/a&gt;. he was like promoting it so much that, since i was in the area and feeling so tired after the walking around, so sat down there and had a cuppa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the (among the many) cafe's unique proposition is that it uses special looking glasses to serve its iced water. the construction of that glass and the way it rest on the waitress tray on its way to my table worried me for a minute ok. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the cafe is located at a really good spot to people-watch. but singapore so little yan daos, so me and char were bag-watching instead. counting the number of lvs, pradas, guccis, diors walking past. so &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; lor. wishing we can be among the &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a good girl today. stayed home to clean up the house thoroughly (really thoroughly ok) although i wish i can be out doing something more interesting. but i must do it or else once my work starts, i would hardly have time for such thorough cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think my bones are getting lazy. i used to mop the floor twice a week, now its only once and i'm complaining. complaining a LOT. *bleahz* not working now somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days. *gasp* i've lost the working momentum. lost the balance between work, home and school as well. need &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; time to get it back. to be more exact, maybe &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; time is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of next tuesday makes me depress. no more waking up at 5pm. no more leisurely lunches. no more do-what-i-please anytime. *arghhh* i must be and stay positive. washing my own brain - i love my work, i love my work, I LOVE MY WORK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~197~::&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/8168105-111478519856507915?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111478519856507915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111478519856507915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111478519856507915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111478519856507915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/04/be-personal-be-patient-be-informed-and.html' title='|||...be personal, be patient, be informed - and you can bargain successfully for anything...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111461606646530490</id><published>2005-04-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:45:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...some feel the rain; others just get wet...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm so full that i want to puke big-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with &lt;a href="http://-l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2004/12/trust-yourself-think-for-yourself-act.html"&gt;joanna and huizhen&lt;/a&gt; at newton circus hawker centre. its so so so yummy lor (at least it was when i was fantasing about the food on the way there and when we were starting to eat). =9 we had sambal sting ray, sambal kang kong, hum, chicken wings, carrot cake, or-ruah, hokkien mee with sugar cane and lychee drinks to wash it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; i just feel like vomiting. my stomach is still hurting from all the gorging. *burps* please don't talk to me about eating within the next 24 hours ok. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting &lt;a href="http://-l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2004/09/eat-breakfast-like-king-lunch-like.html"&gt;charmaine&lt;/a&gt; for lunch tomorrow at heeren's marche (ooops, that's food, please excuse me while i go to the toilet to......pooourghhh) before the walk-walk and the shop-shop. but i'm pathetically poor so cannot splurge on anything. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one part of me is feeling happy i'm starting work next tuesday because i will have more money. YAYS~ but another part is dreading it because of all the meetings, meetings and more meetings that i must attend. BOOS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is always such a delimma with never-ending contradictions...well...to me at least...i guess. =/ *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~196~::&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/8168105-111461606646530490?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111461606646530490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111461606646530490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111461606646530490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111461606646530490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-feel-rain-others-just-get-wet.html' title='|||...some feel the rain; others just get wet...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111455718376611329</id><published>2005-04-27T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:39:55.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...the sign wasn't placed there by the Big Printer in the Sky...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*yawns* i'm up dark and early today in an attempt to right my body clock. its all inverted - sleep at 5am, wake up at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried so damn hard to right it yesterday after waking up at 9am, however, because i slept at 5am on sunday night or rather sunday morning, i can't help (heavy head and unworking mind) but dozed off at 12pm and only woke up at 6pm. *geez* so yesterday night, i used all my willpower to lull myself to sleep at 11pm and DA-DAH - i'm here now at 7.12am and not feeling &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tired! heh... &lt;strong&gt;[edited at 7.46am : *yawns* is it time for bed YET?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching the 15 minutes news on channel u at 9pm last night and they had a clip on lian zhan visiting nan jing and the blue vs green supporters creating a ruckus at the airport. all the shouting, pushing, kicking and throwing of whatever is at hand, especially eggs. furnee thing to bring to an airport right - eggs. i mean they were all prepared to be mean lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their regular cabinet elections are a joke lor. watching adults hooting one another and tussling on the floor. i watch them (usually, i would avoid politic news) to have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to be happy or sad for them. happy because they really love their country. sad because they are so kiddish in the way they show their love for their country. don't need to be so violent right? can be more civilised right? we don't see such happening anywhere else in the world ma. then again, i guess they treat it as their country's 'tu chan' (national symbolic product) ba. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless on whatever their issues with the world is, I WANT TO VISIT TAIWAN! all the yummy food. *slurps* with the budget airlines tickets so affordable, i must, die die must go there &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;. but firstest, i must ...... save. =[ thats my worst trait. %$#%*^%$*^$ &lt;em&gt;how?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~194~::&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/8168105-111455718376611329?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111455718376611329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111455718376611329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111455718376611329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111455718376611329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/04/sign-wasnt-placed-there-by-big-printer.html' title='|||...the sign wasn&apos;t placed there by the Big Printer in the Sky...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111456597776756338</id><published>2005-04-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:19:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...opera-in-the-sea...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uzyn.com/"&gt;uzyn&lt;/a&gt; was seeking help as he was part of the &lt;a href="http://uzyn.com/index.php/2005/04/26/getting_away_with_murder"&gt;conspiracy&lt;/a&gt;. i think &lt;a href="http://www.opera.com/swim/"&gt;its&lt;/a&gt; highly entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~195~::&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/8168105-111456597776756338?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111456597776756338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111456597776756338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111456597776756338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111456597776756338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/04/opera-in-sea.html' title='|||...opera-in-the-sea...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111435831184211796</id><published>2005-04-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T03:18:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...the secret of walking on water is knowing where the stones are...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;another week gone. time seem to pass so fast. sometimes i really wish it can stop in its tracks, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good weekend. though i didn't do anything much (usual routine stuffs - wake up, lunch, idle, dinner, tv, sleep) but i'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are rather lost and restless now. can't seem to settle them (my thoughts) at all. i had actually typed out 6 whole paragraphs of stuffs and then just deleted it as it didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore me. think i'm pms-ing. time of the month. mind's feeling kinda low at the moment. hmmmmmmps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~193~::&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/8168105-111435831184211796?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111435831184211796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111435831184211796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111435831184211796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111435831184211796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/04/secret-of-walking-on-water-is-knowing.html' title='|||...the secret of walking on water is knowing where the stones are...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168105.post-111427317754053559</id><published>2005-04-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:38:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|||...bird, not just any bird, but a peace-loving bird...|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love bloghopping. some blogs are just so side-spilting. i like to have a good laugh anytime. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Malaysian Armed Forces has just purchase a super sleek Combat Chopper and wanted to show it off to the rest of their neighbours. So what is a better way to show off than to have a Celebration, so Syed Hamid (the Malaysian Foreign Minister) decided to host a big celebrations inviting all the dignitaries, Ambassadors and diplomats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the rest were dining and feasting on the spread, suddenly a loud bang marks the entrance of their prestigious helicopter. After numerous turns and manoeuvre (with the paid crowds cheering), the Chopper went up up and away into the bright morning sky, even PM Lee (not LKY, the other dragon) look impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the chopper came crashing onto the ground. Luckily the pilot escape with slight injury when he ejected off before the helicopter crashed. Obviously Hamid was not pleased, but to show that he is gracious and understanding for his subjects, he went to visit him in the hospital (with the FULL media glare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamid (with all the cameras and videocam in sight) :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I hope you are feeling better now, but tell me, how on earth can a super duper chopper crashed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilot :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tuan (meaning Boss), all was well when I did the swings and turn. Then when I go up into the sky, it become a little cold, so I turn off the fans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha... i was laughing so hard after i read that sometime back during my &lt;em&gt;stressful&lt;/em&gt; exams period that i simply think i should share that moment with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lifted from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mein_kempf/"&gt;bird&lt;/a&gt;'s, my &lt;em&gt;loyal supporter&lt;/em&gt; (as he coins it), blog. interesting life he leads. interesting stuffs he do. interesting events he encounters. =) *envy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of reading hilarious blogs to make me happy, reading other blogs allows me to imgaine myself in that person's life for a while. going through what the person is going through at that moment. and seeing the many facets of life i may never know can exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also like the idea that friends will know how one another is doing through reading each other blogs even without the usual communication like sms, e-mail, phonecall or snail mail (but i do love receiving letters or cards from friends, very personalised). it keeps one another close without being close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is 8 months old now. not a long time. but i'm definitely loving every minute of it since the day i step into the blogosphere. its an avenue for me to rant my thoughts, pend my thoughts, diarise my thoughts. i've met many new friends. receive much support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the advent of blogging and my blogging friends. *toast*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;::~192~::&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/8168105-111427317754053559?l=l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/feeds/111427317754053559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168105&amp;postID=111427317754053559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111427317754053559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168105/posts/default/111427317754053559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com/2005/04/bird-not-just-any-bird-but-peace.html' title='|||...bird, not just any bird, but a peace-loving bird...|||'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15881992819162232256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/lindachua/Image026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
