<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:49:37.051+08:00</updated><category term='Social'/><category term='Alcohol'/><category term='Achievement'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Appearance'/><category term='Thinking'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>My This Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-9144993695234706455</id><published>2008-06-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:34:22.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol'/><title type='text'>Resisting Temptation</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself last night. I did not give in to temptation like I normally does these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching movie "Get Smart" @ Vivo, we dropped Ming off. On the way home it's convenient for me to suggest to VV to have a drink @ Vila Bali. But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another 'evil' thought striked. I almost wanted to ask her to grab a beer @ 7-Eleven @ her block void deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I resisted yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo to my achievement! Bravo to a step closer to a healthier body, better figure. Bravo I saved at least S$10 from the beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-9144993695234706455?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9144993695234706455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=9144993695234706455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/9144993695234706455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/9144993695234706455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/resisting-temptation.html' title='Resisting Temptation'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-1916352061458802548</id><published>2007-09-08T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:14:22.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On 5/9/07 - I'd an operation @ Gleneagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The night before I didnt sleep well. If you ask me if I was afraid, I wasnt exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was I worried? I was alittle. I was worried of complication. I was worried of what if....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On the other hand, I know I've to get it done as quickly as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cant sit &amp; wait &amp;amp; hope it will heal by itself, it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dami didnt want to accompany me to the hospital initially when I told him about the op.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe because of PMS, I got v emotional, I cried &amp; cried &amp;amp; cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His reason was he has a flight to catch &amp; therefore cant see me to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And he argued that I said I'll arrange for my sis to accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But that was before I knew his flight is actually 12pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I told him I need to be admitted @ 7.30am &amp; surgery @ 10.30am, he didnt volunteer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I told him is the thought that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He called me the day before the op. He asked me how I am going to the hospital the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I said: "Take bus, by myself lor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By then my emotion has calmed down. It didnt matters anymore if he's going w me, of cos it'll be bonus if he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God grant me that bonus, he said it's so pathetic to check in on my own that he'll go w me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So we took a cab there. On the 7th floor where the day wards are, there're 2 people seated @ the lobby. I went to pay the deposit &amp; watched tv for awhile before the nurse called me in to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kissed Dami goodbye, I started the journey alone. I was thinking how am I going to pass this 2 hrs....(8.30-10.30am) I thought it would be a long wait, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The nurse got me to change, asked my a list of questions, I made 2 phone calls to Apple &amp; VV. Before I know it, I'm been wheeled to the operation theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now it has been 4 days. I'm healing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Received gifts from colleagues/friends really cheer me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank God for his blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-1916352061458802548?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1916352061458802548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=1916352061458802548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1916352061458802548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1916352061458802548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/09/operation.html' title='Operation'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-9141077938222120297</id><published>2007-07-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:06:47.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Picasso &amp; The Vollard Suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally we made it to the art exhibition on 30.06.2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mingming, Pucca &amp; I went. Mei was sick so couldnt join us last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After the art exhibition, we went BrusselsSprouts for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st time for Pucca who loves the place &amp; the mussels, I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Met up w Dami @ Tong Building. Went to attend a time-share talk with him which he agreed w/o my consent. Showed a terribly black face, the sales person released us in less than 15mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He wanted to get a pair of shoes from Timberland but Metro Paragon doesnt have his size. So we left for Vivo. He was the woman that day &amp; I was the man. He shop, try &amp;amp; buy. Me just standing around giving advice &amp; carried bags when he went into fitting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We went to a Nonya restaurant for Asam Curry Fishhead which was our favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In total he bought a shirt from Timberland, a shirt &amp; pants from Esprit. I bought him a boxer short &amp;amp; a t-shirt from Metro. It was nice shopping as a man's role once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before going home, we went Gloria Jean for coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-9141077938222120297?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9141077938222120297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=9141077938222120297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/9141077938222120297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/9141077938222120297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/picasso-vollard-suite.html' title='Picasso &amp; The Vollard Suite'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-1563574539720795211</id><published>2007-06-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:35:27.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>42Kgs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dinner tonight is another round of yong tou fu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm very please with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My goal of 42kgs still seems far away though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I'm going to keep trying. At least I aim for the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even if I don't hit my target, I'm still achieve high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dami is really too much. I'm very disappointed with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As usual I'm the one who will call him &amp; ask if he had his meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yet he never ask me back! I should pamper myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thought today is the beginning of Mango sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went by during lunch to Centrepoint branch, only to realise they are open for those with invitation card :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll have to wait till tomorrow to find out if there's any good buy. Had lunch with Peggy the temp staff today. She's a nice &amp;amp; simple girl. Hardly can find such plain girl these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;On the way home, Mei called me. She exclaimed excitingly that she has something to share with me. Of course w/o guessing I know what it is. Ah Siao proposed. In her bedroom. Haha I told her why so unromantic? She said nvm. She's too thrilled by her diamond ring that the rest seems so unimportant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope Ah Siao will be as nice if not nicer to Mei. I'm happy they work out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saw LP today. She's happy to see me &amp; I like the way she look into my face closely &amp;amp; call me YiYi. So sweet &amp; innocent. I wish she stays like that forever but I know it's not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Momo &amp;amp; KW went for movie that's why LP's with mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At least they make effort to spend time w each other. For me, I'm always the one who propose...&amp; he's always the one who turned me down. So sad right? Yeah. I should go &amp;amp; sleep liao. Don't want to waste time thinking of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Good night to me,myself &amp;amp; Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-1563574539720795211?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1563574539720795211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=1563574539720795211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1563574539720795211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1563574539720795211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dinner-tonight-is-another-round-of-yong.html' title='42Kgs'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-1726240670085550823</id><published>2007-06-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:43:44.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Healthy Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd a healthy dinner today. Dried yong tou fu.....&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself. While working out inthe gym, loads of craving for sinful food.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily didnt give in to temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally agreed to go dinner with E71 after so long. I guess it's too cruel to say another 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;I guess a dinner won't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded Dami over sms today. His attitude was sickening. I hate 1 way conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-1726240670085550823?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1726240670085550823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=1726240670085550823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1726240670085550823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1726240670085550823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/healthy-dinner.html' title='Healthy Dinner'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-7146913452716175313</id><published>2007-06-18T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:44:50.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What a sleepy Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look around the office &amp; it's half empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today is MME's last day &amp;amp; the team went lunch w her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meimei n I didnt get her any farewell gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're just too disappointed w her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I'm looking forward to this evening - Soup gathering @ VV's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Upon my request, Golden Goose prepare my favourite soup - Peanut w Chicken Feet...Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-7146913452716175313?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7146913452716175313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=7146913452716175313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/7146913452716175313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/7146913452716175313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-monday.html' title='What a Monday'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-6076185130055258621</id><published>2007-06-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:54:14.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dumpling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is Sunday. It is also Father's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad isn't working like he normally does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went over to mom's place @ 9.30am to help her with dumpling making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the 1st time in 34yrs, I tried making dumpling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eating is easier, haha but I enjoyed learning from mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She has alot of patience, showing &amp; explaining to me the technic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I made a total of 16 dumpling the whole afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mom was expert! We started @ 11am, she sat through the whole making process till 6.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In between, I walked around @ home, watch cable, played w my nephew Leroy, took a short nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mom didnt complain tired at all! Except she was having alittle headache &amp; took a Panadol Extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Super Mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Father's Day - Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank You Mom for the dumpling technic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This will be one memory I will always remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-6076185130055258621?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6076185130055258621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=6076185130055258621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/6076185130055258621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/6076185130055258621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumpling.html' title='Dumpling'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-1386036646982342115</id><published>2007-03-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:09:51.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Del Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;Last Fri 23Mar07, PuccA came to pick Meimei &amp; me from office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We were excited about our outing to Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It has been quite awhile since we last catch-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It started raining before we reached Cafe Del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lucky for us, we got a table w nice view before it started pouring really heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;At 1st we were very pleased but when our food were served, our excitement turned into disappointment. The portion was very little for all the dishes we ordered. For S$8+++ there were only 8 pieces of calamari. For S$26+++ we got a fish fillet that's smaller than the size of our palm. We thought we saw the worst, we were wrong until our cheese 'cake' arrived. For S$16+++ what was served was 1/2 scoop of cheesy taste stuff which didn't taste like cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The martinis that the girls ordered tasted blend. We will not go back there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-1386036646982342115?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1386036646982342115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=1386036646982342115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1386036646982342115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1386036646982342115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/cafe-del-mar.html' title='Cafe Del Mar'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-7129301978477326665</id><published>2006-12-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:49:36.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appearance'/><title type='text'>Plum Evening Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Waited 2hrs this evening till 11pm for my tailor-made evening dress was worth it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Although I was a little disappointed when I first saw the unfunished piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am pleasantly surprise I love it when it was completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can I say seamtress is like magician who turned a pc of cloth into something you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To many, my dress may look to simple for Glamourous Hollywood theme but I think I can still carry it out pretty nicely. I kept thinking if I have bought the Zara red dress, would I be able to say the same? - No I don't think so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks Shirley for rushing the job for me. I know you are probably still rushing someone else's dresses now &amp;amp; I know they will be just as excited when they see how beautiful you have made their dresses :) Good night...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-7129301978477326665?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7129301978477326665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=7129301978477326665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/7129301978477326665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/7129301978477326665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/plum-evening-dress.html' title='Plum Evening Dress'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-3947684730665517838</id><published>2006-12-05T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:19:13.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Achievement'/><title type='text'>Basic Japanese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes yes another how quickly time zoomed off topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought not too long ago I started my break from Jap lesson to prepare for exam. Today new term has started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I promised myself to put in more effort to do my homework &amp; revision so I won't miss next year's exam :) &amp;amp; pass w flying color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before I reached the school, I was half-hearted; very tempted to shop instead of attending class. I went anyway &amp; I'm glad it did :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love seeing my classmate; chatting w them. They are a bunch of nice people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh yah, I received my Certificate for Basic Japanese (laminated)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-3947684730665517838?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3947684730665517838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=3947684730665517838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/3947684730665517838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/3947684730665517838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/basic-japanese.html' title='Basic Japanese'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-1677628312597602876</id><published>2006-12-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:06:50.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Memory Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Nowadays I seems to start off my blog commenting how quickly time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;It really does, don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Over the weekend, PuccA sms me to google 'bakerzinn' and see what I will get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;So I did.......(thinking to myself she must has some trick waiting for) but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;My blog was the 1st item listed under the search for 'bakerzinn'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Oh my God oh my God how cool that is! (Ok give me a little chance for online stardom please) haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;I read the beginning of what I wrote...I can't recollect anything from that 1-2 sentences so I eagerly clicked to read (as if reading someone else's blog, haha). When that particular blog of the day popped up...it was my detailed description of my dinner date w PuccA. If I hadn't blog it, we both would have let it sink to the bottom of our memory bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;At the moment, I truly appreciate the goodness of 'penning it down' in blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-1677628312597602876?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1677628312597602876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=1677628312597602876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1677628312597602876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/1677628312597602876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/memory-bank.html' title='Memory Bank'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-116167867017182638</id><published>2006-10-24T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:31:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Holiday Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So much laundry to do after Holiday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Spend nearly half a day washing all the clothes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That's the price to pay for Holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Did you have your holiday too during this long break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-116167867017182638?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116167867017182638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=116167867017182638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116167867017182638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116167867017182638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-holiday-laundry.html' title='Post Holiday Laundry'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-116126865972133902</id><published>2006-10-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:37:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Meimei and I had Korean dinner tonight @ Heeren. It's our 1st time. We both enjoy it and had a great time. I have been nagging her to watch My Lovely Samsoon. Hopefully she will do it while I'm away in Krabi, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;After dinner we window shopped for awhile - Mainly looking for evening dress for our coming D&amp;D in Dec which the theme is Hollywood Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Now I'm exhausted. I will go shower &amp; probably pack alittle for tomorrow's trip :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-116126865972133902?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116126865972133902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=116126865972133902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116126865972133902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116126865972133902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/korean-dinner.html' title='Korean Dinner'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-116126839775879944</id><published>2006-10-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:33:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2 months ago when I booked our air tickets to Krabi. It has been so long since we last travel on plane together. But why am I not too excited? Maybe because I'm worry the more excited I am the more disappointed I would be if the trip didn't turn out as good as I wish. So is it good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway, I will let me hair down, relax and enjoy a good break :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-116126839775879944?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116126839775879944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=116126839775879944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116126839775879944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116126839775879944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/krabi.html' title='Krabi'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-116020259034818066</id><published>2006-10-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:29:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When we were younger, we always thought friends are forever right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We signed off our schoolmates farewell autograph saying that, didn't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why didn't the adults warn us that not all friends are forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once upon a time, there is this person or persons in your life that you shared everything with including your dreams, fear &amp; even love experiences with, you thought to yourself "Yes, I can trust this person, this is my forever friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But time is always the best time of all relationship, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And why am I suddenly feeling that not all friends are forever? Because I have seen it &amp; been through it myself. Yes it's sad to know that but I'm ok because I have more important things in life to achieve to focus on than some past faded insincere friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have tried my best, I have put in effort to maintain the friendship. It has come to an end which I no longer want to waste anymore time on it. If both parties or all parties are sincere &amp; keen to maintain the friendship, wouldnt it be everyone's duty to keep strong &amp;amp; going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Would I regret in the later part of my life for giving it up? I don't know. Maybe I will maybe I would. For now, I just dont wish to see or to know anything about people who don't worth my waking hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-116020259034818066?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116020259034818066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=116020259034818066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116020259034818066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/116020259034818066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever?'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-115250377346181327</id><published>2006-07-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:56:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health or Wealth</title><content type='html'>If you have to choose between Health or Wealth, what's your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple enough question but Dami &amp; I argued about it.&lt;br /&gt;It was all because we have different believe &amp;amp; goal in life, there are just things we can't see eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I chose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-115250377346181327?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115250377346181327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=115250377346181327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115250377346181327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115250377346181327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/health-or-wealth.html' title='Health or Wealth'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-115250429516623091</id><published>2006-07-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:04:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup In Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The 1st &amp; last match I watched this World Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dami &amp;amp; I went to Robertson Quay @ 11.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The whole place was already gearing up for the final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were surrounded by projectors &amp; plasma. Hence the atmophere was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;However, it started pouring after half time. We were luckier as our seats were very near the shelter. The minute I felt the rain, we shifted in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The rain didn't dampened all the supporters' mood. Everyone still continue to cheer for their team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We left after the 90mins. We knew we had enough time to rush home to watch the penalty shoot. And we did. We watched the final of the game in the comfort of our bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I can have my Dami back after 'disappearing' almost every night to watch World Cup in pub w friends, thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-115250429516623091?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115250429516623091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=115250429516623091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115250429516623091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115250429516623091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-in-rain.html' title='World Cup In Rain'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-115216369161648187</id><published>2006-07-06T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:28:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Red Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/P1000174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/P1000174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After waiting for about a month, I finally got my ideal &lt;strong&gt;Red Heels&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This design was so hot that it went out of stock the very day it's display on the shelf. According to the shop assistance, this's their 3rd batch of production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funny thing is I don't see anyone wearing on the street....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, my Red Heels so eye-catching. Almost everyone (ladies only) inthe office who saw it would pass nice comments, so thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-115216369161648187?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115216369161648187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=115216369161648187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115216369161648187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115216369161648187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-red-heels.html' title='My Red Heels'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-115069784718538884</id><published>2006-06-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:17:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Strawberry%20Drink%20n%20New%20Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/Strawberry%20Drink%20n%20New%20Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Jerry%20BBQ%20n%20Grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/Jerry%20BBQ%20n%20Grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unusual Sat afternoon after attending my Japanese Class, I had craving for good steak!&lt;br /&gt;Being sick for one whole week I was finally feeling better &amp; have the appetite to eat some solid food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I planned to drop-by Tanglin Mall to pay a visit to Pucca's flea market stall, I took a stroll along Hilton &amp; Forum while searching for a nice place where they serve good steak. Nothing come to mind except for Black Angus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm eating alone, I didn't want to spend too much. Then I found Jerry's BBQ &amp; Grill. The restaurant look new &amp;amp; the price seems ok. I was the 1st customer for the evening. Ordered a strawberry yoghurt drink &amp; a New Zealand steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a new story book by Haruki Murakami, I had a lovely evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-115069784718538884?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115069784718538884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=115069784718538884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115069784718538884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115069784718538884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-unusual-sat-afternoon-after.html' title=''/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-115009341599445586</id><published>2006-06-12T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:23:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I always thought good health is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I take good care of myself. Less sugar, less salt. No MSG if I'm cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take my vitamins daily but still when Flu bug strike I still got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't understand! Frustrated with being 'handicapped' in bed for the past 2 days (over weekend) I decided today I'll 'recovered'. I went to see doc to get extra medicine &amp; also MC so I can rest another day @ to be fully recovered. Then I went for hotcake breakfast @ Mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everything seems well. I came home, do some laundry &amp; bit by bit I feel exhausted. I feel weak. I feel I need to lie down. But I don't want to. I continued vacuuming my room &amp;amp; suddenly I see stars! That's when I 'surrendered'. Damn! I thought it's mind over body?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well....I guess I better not be so stubborn; take my med &amp;amp; go rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-115009341599445586?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115009341599445586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=115009341599445586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115009341599445586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/115009341599445586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114723294783239927</id><published>2006-05-10T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:49:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbo Seafood</title><content type='html'>I skipped class on Mon because Dami agreed to bring for seafood J&lt;br /&gt;I have craving for seafood the whole of Sun &amp; was pestering him to eat with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too exhausted after returning home from BKK on Sun afternoon I didn’t want to be too demanding so I waited till Mon to bark him again. Surprisingly he’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went Jumbo @ Clarke Quay. We got a table by the river. The crab was great but Dami said he preferred Palm Beach more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we had a great evening except for the part that he mentioned he’s thinking of venturing into another business. I wasn’t too agreeable as he’s only started partnership in the current company for barely 6 months. I feel that he haven’t even put in enough to turn his focus to elsewhere. But he doesn’t think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114723294783239927?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114723294783239927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114723294783239927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114723294783239927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114723294783239927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/jumbo-seafood.html' title='Jumbo Seafood'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114698177084114686</id><published>2006-05-07T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:06:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Language of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.family.org/resources/assets/Book_Covers/f00227bfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="366" alt="" src="http://www.family.org/resources/assets/Book_Covers/f00227bfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Have you ever find it challenging expressing yourself or feel upset when you love ones, friends or even colleagues don't get the picture of what you want them to understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I do. Sometime I almost feel like giving up after trying to get Dami understand my point. It seems to me that no matter how much I tried to express my feelings, he doesnt seems to be able to get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;We had great time talking to each other about everyday happening about his work as well as mine &amp; also our friends. But when it comes to serious conversation such as how I feel about his certain behaviours, he just seems "shut-off" or misinterpret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I "complained" to Momo once after a tearful conversation that I can't "communicate" w my hubby, she lend me this book. She took up 1 year of basic counselling course thru her church, I thought she probably know how to tackle the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm half way thru the book. It's really quite interesting. I've also tried alittle on the technic suggested. Seems to work quite well. I hope when I finish the book, I can summarise &amp;amp; share it with Dami (he's not the sort who read book beside car magazines, haha). Hopefully that will help him better understand the importance of in-depth communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114698177084114686?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114698177084114686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114698177084114686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114698177084114686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114698177084114686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/language-of-love.html' title='The Language of Love'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114697415910197215</id><published>2006-05-07T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T11:55:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bishan Coffee Shop 1133</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today is another day worth celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is the opening of Hobbes' parents' coffeeshop @ Bishan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As per Momo's suggestion, we reached the Bishan @ 9.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The coffeeshop is already quite filled-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are only 2 food stalls inthe coffeeshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 of them is the famous Minced Pork Stall from MacPherson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Though I had never tried the one in MacPherson, I thought it really tasted quite good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apparently the main owner of Minced Pork Stall is Hobbes' mom schoolmate. Hearsay, he's now cooking @ their coffeeshop &amp; his assistant is maning the stall @ MacPherson :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The other stall is a Nasi Lemak Stall. They are also one of the popular stall in Bishan area; hence they attracted alot of their 'die-hard' fans to support. Their chicken wings are yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;By the time we left @ 10.30am, there are long queues in front of both the stalls. There're people waiting around for table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is a great start. I told Hobbes, if business is this good everyday, he can quit his job &amp; help his parents to count $$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course our ever popular Little Princess had her own share of attention too. Even relatives/friends who came to support the coffeeshop has the same comment: "Aiyo, look like her father (Hobbes)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We had a great morning. I think as I'm blogging away now, Momo &amp; Hobbes &amp;amp; Little Princess are still inthe coffeeshop, entertaining the relatives &amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;DA WEI YI EATING HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;BISHAN ST.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;BLK 150 #01-133&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114697415910197215?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114697415910197215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114697415910197215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114697415910197215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114697415910197215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/bishan-coffee-shop-1133.html' title='Bishan Coffee Shop 1133'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114666544734870339</id><published>2006-05-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:10:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's Liver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is a day worth celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We got confirmation for our family doctor that Papa's Hep B condition is cancer-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;From the blood test result it showed that Papa have the anti-body to defend his Liver. Ultra Scan also gave him a pass! Yeh! Yeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know Papa is relieved. So am I. I know it's God's blessing. I know our prayers heard. Through this incident I have learn to be more patient with my family and am trying to apply to friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank God for blessing us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114666544734870339?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114666544734870339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114666544734870339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114666544734870339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114666544734870339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/papas-liver.html' title='Papa&apos;s Liver'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114658079444224904</id><published>2006-05-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:48:43.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucca's Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today is Pucca's last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would be lying if I say I don't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just refused to give myself a chance to dwell on my sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still remember the 1st day she joined the company, she looked like a lost little girl in kindergarden. Not too long later she showed us her confident side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;She was such an energetic girl filled with the eagerness to learn &amp; willingness to explore new ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unfortunately the culture of our organisation wore her off over the last 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everyday she has to put up with irresponsible behavior of some managers/colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Later things got worsed when she was betrayed by someone who was supposed to be closed to her. It was the darkest period during her employment with our company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then it was as if God's trying to tell her "Girl, there's other things in life that's worth living for". She survived Tsunami. Yes she scared the hell out of me, out of her whole family but God let her come back to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before leaving for Phuket that Dec after Xmas, she was determined to start 2004 right, to have a better year ahead. After her returned from Tsunami, she was more determined to let go of the past &amp;amp; live a more meaningful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Though there were times the past catches up with her, she would feel down she would questioned me over &amp; over again why some people can just behaved the way they behaved &amp;amp; walkaway without feeling a single bit of guilt. I might not be able to comfort her every time or give her the answer she wants to hear, I made her drink with me, hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Until 1 day she declared that I'm her ad-hoc drinking buddy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There used to be 3 of us who were closed. Pucca, me &amp; MV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Among us Pucca &amp;amp; MV were closer &amp; MV &amp;amp; I were closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think among us, I'm the blur queen. I didnt even know when unhappy stuff happened between them until one day I can't Pucca's sad face anymore, I asked her what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Only then she opened up to me. And only then we put our pieces together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Only then we both realised we have been fooled by MV. Or should I say I was a bigger fool since I didn't even spot it. Yes MV betrayed her. Betrayed me. Betrayed our trust, our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But it's ok. God has a plan for everyone of us, right? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If not because of the betrayal incident, I won't became closer to Pucca. Then I won't know her understand her as much as I do now. I found a friend in Pucca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pucca is more sincere more down to earth maybe sometime abit lost of what she wants in life but she sure know what she doesnt want. She's caring &amp; encouraging &amp;amp; fun to be with. She's also generous &amp; kind @ heart. Opps does that make her sounds like an angel, she sure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I always believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends are angels sent by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some angels quietly accompanied you when you are down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some angels celebration your success &amp;amp; joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some angels left after a short period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some angels stayed for a long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pucca dear, you are an angel that I hope you'll stay for a long long time cos I'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114658079444224904?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114658079444224904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114658079444224904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114658079444224904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114658079444224904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/puccas-last-day.html' title='Pucca&apos;s Last Day'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114648547567602295</id><published>2006-05-01T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:11:15.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We decided to go IUI. We did it on 29 Apr 06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We don't want to waste any more time &amp; money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IUI is a process whereby doctor pick out the good &amp; healthy semen &amp;amp; inject into womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The success rate is about 26%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was a painless procedure. After the insertion, I was put on a special bed which my head is toward the bottom &amp; my legs up for 20mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the next 2 weeks all we can do is to wait for good news &amp;amp; pray hard :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114648547567602295?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114648547567602295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114648547567602295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114648547567602295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114648547567602295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/iui.html' title='IUI'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114645186194290250</id><published>2006-05-01T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:51:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st May 2006</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged was exactly a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy that I hardly even have time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what happened to me. I have been feeling tired lately.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I rest; I'm still exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exercise regularly, I eat healthily, I'm not very stressful so why am I always sleepy or tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 days was solely resting @ home w Dami.&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2 DVDs - Cave In &amp; Hills have eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Both movies are so-so only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried to catch-up on my Japanese. Bought a new dictionary on Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to catch a movie today. Wonder if Dami is keen to travel down town....&lt;br /&gt;Momo &amp; Princess Cheryl should be having fun in KL now.&lt;br /&gt;Momo said Princess Cheryl was very excited when they reached Genting Highland last night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114645186194290250?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114645186194290250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114645186194290250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114645186194290250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114645186194290250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/1st-may-2006.html' title='1st May 2006'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114395350213869116</id><published>2006-04-02T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:51:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Heineken...hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Heineken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/heineken.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate a good beer, but you're not a snob about it.&lt;br /&gt;You like your beer mild and easy to drink, so you can concentrate on being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a friendly drunk who's likely to buy a whole round for your friends... many times.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can be a bit boring when you drink. You may be prone to go on about topics no one cares about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114395350213869116?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114395350213869116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114395350213869116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114395350213869116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114395350213869116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-heinekenhee.html' title='You Are Heineken...hee'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114395322851774193</id><published>2006-04-02T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:47:08.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Envy Your Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114395322851774193?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114395322851774193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114395322851774193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114395322851774193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114395322851774193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/people-envy-your-compassion.html' title='People Envy Your Compassion'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114264823607871092</id><published>2006-03-18T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:17:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They said it has reached the breaking point in our dept that there are so many resignation at 1 go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm almost @ the breaking point in 1 area of my life. I've been very kind &amp; understanding for a long long time. Nothing has been changed. I'm tired of going round &amp;amp; round the same problems same issues over &amp; over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And what's worse? I'm the only partly in the situation working hard; taking initiative to try to make things work. I didnt succeed. Each time it just causes more doubts as to why I'm still holding on to it; pinning hope that 1 day things will be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But when will that 1 day comes? How long do I have to wait? It has reached my tolerable limit that I started to behave badly; I started being emotional. I feel like just letting everything go. Just Go! Don't think so much. Stop considering is it worth it. I'm tired! Just Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tried &amp; Tired is just a different placing of 'r' &amp;amp; "i". Maybe it's because you tried &amp;amp; tried so much that you even get tired of trying, you give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114264823607871092?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114264823607871092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114264823607871092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114264823607871092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114264823607871092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/breaking-point.html' title='Breaking Point'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114257878975814378</id><published>2006-03-17T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:07:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation</title><content type='html'>There's has been quite a no. of resignation inthe dept recently.&lt;br /&gt;It started w the guy who our boss always target @. No matter what he does, he can never escape being criticized &amp; scrutinized. Partly it's his fault that he never once fight for himself whenever he was "attacked" by our boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to some people their mentality is that don't argue with the boss you will be safe. Just do what the boss says you will be fine. That's so not true. It's because of his constant silence whenever our boss make unreasonable demand that allowed our boss to push him over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after he tendered, he still doesn't speak up for himself. He still speak so softly that our boss has to say "hah...what? what are you talking about? I can't hear you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after his resignation, there were 4 others. Somehow it never occur to our boss that he could be the root of the problems. It's a pity to see real good &amp;amp; capable colleagues go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114257878975814378?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114257878975814378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114257878975814378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114257878975814378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114257878975814378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/resignation.html' title='Resignation'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114154307226776198</id><published>2006-03-05T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:17:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80s</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This weekend on Class 95 Fm is all 80s weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love 80s more than any era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guess it's because it's the most carefree days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exploring new things in life, moved to new home, got my 1st boyfriend, had my 1st broken heart, 1st job....it all happened inthe 80s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While I listened to those familiar songs they brought back those feelings I used to have. While it brings back fond memories, I'm sad @ the same time. Where have all the good time gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why cant I continue to live my life as carefree as I used to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why cant I make decision w/o fear like I used to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why why why......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114154307226776198?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114154307226776198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114154307226776198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114154307226776198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114154307226776198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/80s.html' title='80s'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-114059518124214411</id><published>2006-02-22T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:59:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm now secretly counting down for my trip to HOng KOng tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Imagining what I would be doing tomorrow @ this time in cool weather with BearBear &amp; Apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How nice if I can leave @ 5.30pm sharp this evening but I can't, still have to attend a department meeting. Let's pray that the meeting won't end too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-114059518124214411?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114059518124214411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=114059518124214411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114059518124214411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/114059518124214411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/hong-kong-2006.html' title='Hong Kong 2006'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113927425889327309</id><published>2006-02-07T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T09:04:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nihongo</title><content type='html'>After last night's lesson, I felt I better start doing my revision.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting tougher week by week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have started doing homework in Hiragana.&lt;br /&gt;Man it's tough! To make matter worse, PuccA is going to attend Tue's class from now on due to her Pre-school Teaching Diploma that she has enrolled herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there'll be a Nihon-jin visitor today, I thought of practising my very limited Nihongo with him but worry I might make a fool of myself! How? Should I try?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113927425889327309?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113927425889327309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113927425889327309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113927425889327309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113927425889327309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/nihongo.html' title='Nihongo'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113756632542229742</id><published>2006-01-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:38:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Papa; My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;My Papa is my hero since I was very young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;I wasn't very close to Papa until I was much older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;He works 7 days a week to bring home the bacon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;Because work took up alot of his time, we don't talk heart to heart. And also Papa being a traditional chinese man is quite reserve when come to expressing his love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;I remember on my 1st day to primary school, he brought me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;He bought me a bowl noodle soup.On some very rare Sundays when he took off, he will take us to Marine Parade and we will spent the whole day @ the beach. Sometime over the weekend when he knocked off early, he would drive us to the neighbourhood park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;Papa expresses his love for us by working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;To me he's the best Papa. With one income, he provides us (my mom + 4 of us children) with a comfortable home, warm food &amp; a car to bring us around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;Last Fri (13/1/06) our family doctor told us that Papa is a Hep B carrier. I could feel that Papa suddenly feels very small. It seems to me that he feel he has 'lost' his power to provide &amp; protect his family. I could sense that he feel helpless &amp;amp; worry. He suddenly seems so fragile to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;I tried not to let it affect me like it affected Momo. I'm trying to be very positive. Like what the doctor said, he's just a carrier. As long as he does his blood test yearly to monitor the condition, life should be pretty much normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;Now as I'm putting down my thoughts on blog, I teared. I couldnt help it. Thinking back of the past of all the good memories w Papa, I'm scare of losing him.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;My NEW new year resolution: &lt;strong&gt;More time with my love ones!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113756632542229742?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113756632542229742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113756632542229742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113756632542229742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113756632542229742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-papa-my-hero.html' title='My Papa; My Hero'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113694763093897160</id><published>2006-01-11T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:47:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Me</title><content type='html'>Zip Zap 1 month has quickly since I last blog.&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up blogging?&lt;br /&gt;No! I was simply too too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the New Year, I have decided to have a major change in life in attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I want a simpler life.&lt;br /&gt;By that I mean get rid of things that are still useful yet I havent use it in the past 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;In the past I used to hold on the stuff unwilling to let go fearing that I might need it someday.&lt;br /&gt;Clothing that were too tight for me to fit in anymore, keeping it was for the hope one day, yeah maybe one day I would be back to the weight &amp; size I used to be (haha dreaming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since after Christmas, Dami &amp; I have been diligently giving away stuff. Throwing away those which cannot be recycle anymore. Or selling to Karung Kuni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the 2 holidays of this month clearing out all the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Going to spend another 2 more weekends painting the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a brighter/cleaner house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learn: Less is More&lt;br /&gt;This is my goal for the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113694763093897160?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113694763093897160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113694763093897160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113694763093897160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113694763093897160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year New Me'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113422315930781425</id><published>2005-12-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:59:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Momo called me @ 11.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Told me the sad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4th uncle passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Although we are not that close, I still felt sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I believe Bearbear &amp; Apple must be glad that they managed to see &amp;amp; talk him yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If Bearbear chose to visit him only over the weekend, he would have missed talking to his brother for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bearbear is already @ the wake. Apple isnt well so she won't be going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Furthermore, Apple needs to take care of Kodomo Momo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113422315930781425?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113422315930781425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113422315930781425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113422315930781425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113422315930781425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye-uncle.html' title='Bye Uncle'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113422283365443324</id><published>2005-12-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:53:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;For the 1st time after knowing Vonvon for more than 10 years, we did our hair together! We go to the same salon, same stylist but never arrange to do our hair @ the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Luckily I have her w me today. The salon was crowded as usual during this season, I spent 5.5 hrs inthe salon instead of the usual 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;We then went Food Republic for dinner which was unplanned for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;The only setback? My hair didnt turn out the way we (me &amp;amp; my stylist) wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Quite dry @ both the side of my hair. Need to redo that part again on Tue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;That's another 4hrs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113422283365443324?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113422283365443324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113422283365443324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113422283365443324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113422283365443324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/hairdo.html' title='Hairdo'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113422253820359865</id><published>2005-12-10T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:48:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today is my boss' birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I sent him a birthday greeting via SMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No respond from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is it rude not to have any respond w someone giving u their wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Be it birthday, well wishes or Christmas greetings, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113422253820359865?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113422253820359865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113422253820359865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113422253820359865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113422253820359865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-boss.html' title='Happy Birthday Boss?'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113416672685373032</id><published>2005-12-10T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T06:18:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jump out of bed @ 5.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dami's supposed to leave home to SIR building to catch a coach to KL for business trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guess we were both too tired. We snoozed a few times still managed to fall back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not sure should I go back to sleep as I'm quite awake already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But then I know I'm like a half charged battery, in less than 2hrs I will feel tired &amp; sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I think I better go back to sleep. Have to do rebond later @ 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is Pucca sleeping soundly now in Bintan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wonder what they did last night. Did they make her drink alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If yes, she'll probably do the Chicken Little dance for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I gave Meimei a treat to a session of eyebrow trimming as her Christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We both went Hollywood Secrets last evening to get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We both love it. I'm glad she love it especially when my beautician is not in very good mood. She wasnt as friendly as her usual self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meimei left to met Ah Xiao for dinner &amp; movie. I went to have Pepper Lunch for dinner then went Borders before heading home to watch DVD w Dami. My Friday evening ended well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My Sat started ok too. Today is definitely going to be a beautiful because it's going to be Good Hair Day, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113416672685373032?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113416672685373032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113416672685373032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113416672685373032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113416672685373032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113395658316703597</id><published>2005-12-07T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:56:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofitel Palm Resort JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is the venue for our annual D&amp;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I must say it was a very successful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's part of the reason I was too busy to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Being part of the organizing committee, there's a lot of nitty gitty to worry especially when the event is drawing near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A famous sleeping beauty like me was actually suffering from insonmia 2 nights before the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Worry that my fellow of colleagues wouldnt enjoy, worry that the food is not right, worry this, worry that &amp;amp; finally just as I thought I had the assurance of everything is going to be fine, I realised I got NOTHING to wear for the event!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's a poolside event. Luckily managed to grab a nice top from Heeren &amp; a Carpri pants from This Fashion. Hey This Fashion has huge improvement in bringing in nice trendy stuff these days. Of course the price is higher than before too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sharing room with Pucca &amp; Meimei, we had a great time especially after Pucca got high &amp;amp; started do Chicken Little dance for us after the D&amp;amp;D, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113395658316703597?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113395658316703597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113395658316703597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113395658316703597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113395658316703597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sofitel-palm-resort-jb.html' title='Sofitel Palm Resort JB'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113388526268110584</id><published>2005-12-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:07:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dame</title><content type='html'>I'm speechless for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't put my thoughts in words.&lt;br /&gt;There're millions of stuff in my mind now &amp; I hate to be awake when I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Very contradicting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... that's it for tonight! Not going to try putting into words.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... I simply hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D*A*M*E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113388526268110584?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113388526268110584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113388526268110584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113388526268110584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113388526268110584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/dame.html' title='Dame'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113369403435419060</id><published>2005-12-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:09:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm back! Back to the kind of lifestyle I like &amp; familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It has been almost 1 month since I blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are so much to blog I don't even know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will try my best to recall what has happened during this 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where to begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to classroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finally I signed up for Japanese Language course after thinking about it for so many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Partly because I found someone who has the common interest w me &amp;amp; that's Pucca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The 1st lesson started last Mon 28/11/05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The school is located @ Shaw House, so it's very convenient for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7-9pm on every Mon. Our teacher is Watanabe Sinseh :) A young female teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before the lesson start, Pucca &amp; I were secretly hope that our teacher would be a cute &amp;amp; handsome Nihon-jin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113369403435419060?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113369403435419060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113369403435419060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113369403435419060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113369403435419060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113125985602678246</id><published>2005-11-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:50:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual Sat</title><content type='html'>On normal Sat, I would be rotting @ home.&lt;br /&gt;Hide away from crowds over the weekend; recharge @ home.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did something different though.&lt;br /&gt;Went out w Meimei.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go blading w Meimei &amp; Pucca.&lt;br /&gt;But poor Pucca was under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;So Meimei &amp;amp; I decided to go shopping &amp; movie instead.&lt;br /&gt;We ate @ Long John Silver before the show - Flightplan.&lt;br /&gt;Always like Jodie Foster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, I suggested we go Ichiban Boshi @ Esplanade for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Since Meimei Japanese name is Chawamushi, U can imagine her eyes widen when I said let go Ichiban Boshi for chawamushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, she'd 2 serving of it :)&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I'd a small bottle of hot sake.&lt;br /&gt;After a satisfying dinner, we went to The V Tea Room for of couse Tea.&lt;br /&gt;We also tried their famous Bailey's cake.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;The deco of the cafe is very English.&lt;br /&gt;Red wall, gold frame mirror, antique design chair with nice china tea set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Pucca &amp; Momo would like this cafe very much too.&lt;br /&gt;Will bring them there soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113125985602678246?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113125985602678246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113125985602678246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113125985602678246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113125985602678246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/unusual-sat.html' title='Unusual Sat'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113111465529532510</id><published>2005-11-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:30:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BakerzInn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;Sneaked out of office @ 5.10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;PuccA suddenly have craving for strawberry short cake from BakerzInn. So we went Paragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;My 1st time dining there. Usually only go there for coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;In the end (as usual) we'd more than we plan for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;We shared a Linguni Vongore &amp; curry chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;Coupe Cheesecake for dessert &amp;amp; latte/ice tea as drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;We chatted almost about everything from BKK trip to maomao's character &amp; his bad attitude to spooky real life encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;We departed near Tangs where Pucca went to shop I head towards Borders. Led a woman with her daughter &amp;amp; mom to Borders too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;Then while crossing the road after browsing some mag, met cookie. Surprise surprise, she's going to meet Pucca, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113111465529532510?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113111465529532510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113111465529532510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113111465529532510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113111465529532510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/bakerzinn.html' title='BakerzInn'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113111419527337365</id><published>2005-11-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:45:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Blogger</title><content type='html'>Just read the blog of one of the most famous blogger in S'pore (hint: handicap toilet saga)&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, not the kind of blog I find it enriching.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God there are so many other nice bloggers around which I can learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's freedom of speech here in blog (except passing unfair remark that hurt the harmony of our country) but find it quite turn-off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113111419527337365?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113111419527337365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113111419527337365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113111419527337365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113111419527337365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/famous-blogger.html' title='Famous Blogger'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113109507957908096</id><published>2005-11-04T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:04:39.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Cam Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Laoshu: I'm alittle angry w u (over the phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dami: Y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Laoshu: Last night about digi cam. Think u abit selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dami: I dun understand y must u get 1, u can borrow from yr sibilings or friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Laoshu: Borrow everytime I 1 2 use it is v troublesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dami: What u 1 2 take? What so nice to take? I really dun understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Laoshu: Everyday's stuff lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dami: Dun b 'bo liao' lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Laoshu: Everytime u 1 2 buy something, did I ever stop u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dami: What I bought u can use too what!! We dun need 2 digi cam @ hm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-- The End--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm still unhappy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still angry....&lt;br /&gt;I earn my money, I take care of the family n I cant buy a stupid camera as I wish!!&lt;br /&gt;What is this?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113109507957908096?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113109507957908096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113109507957908096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113109507957908096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113109507957908096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/digi-cam-part-2.html' title='Digi Cam Part 2'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113109236256926290</id><published>2005-11-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:19:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Cam</title><content type='html'>Thought of getting myself a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;When I was much younger I took alot of pix using conventional camera.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the one with camera for all the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;But I gradually stopped as the no. of pix grow &amp; also the cost for developing those photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to be at Harvey Norman last night after dinner @ Marche.&lt;br /&gt;Went in to take a look at the 2 brand I was eyeing on.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt decide which is better, I summoned Dami over to help &amp; give advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reluctantly came over (partly due to his stiff neck; he wasnt in his best mood, partly he was checking out on the plasma tv which he has been eyeing for the longest time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Laoshu: what do u think of this? (holding on to Canon i zoom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dami: why u 1 2 buy this? I already got a Canon, why dun u consider another brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Laoshu: what about this then? (pointing to Panasonic Lumix 5 mega)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dami: u 1 2 buy now meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Laoshu: not now lah, maybe sometime during xmas as a gift for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dami: u buy digi cam for what? u only use for gatherings or occasion; unlike me, I bought it bcos I need it for working, once in a while u need it I can lead it to u what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Laoshu: ......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was pissed. I think Dami is being selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom stop him from getting whatever he wanted; unless it's really way out.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, he always make me feel like I'm spending unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to ask for his permission on my spending, but I rather have his blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of sharing w him what I aim to get w/o him giving me a dress-down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113109236256926290?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113109236256926290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113109236256926290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113109236256926290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113109236256926290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/digi-cam.html' title='Digi Cam'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113107913151623046</id><published>2005-11-04T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:19:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Thoughts</title><content type='html'>i believe our actions reflect our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i also believe we can harvest our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;when u harvest merry thoughts, kind thoughts&lt;br /&gt;you sow the seeds of love &amp;amp; happiness or even peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cut as deep as you allow them to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is also thought process right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113107913151623046?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113107913151623046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113107913151623046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113107913151623046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113107913151623046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/harvest-thoughts.html' title='Harvest Thoughts'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113081920146863340</id><published>2005-11-01T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:31:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK</title><content type='html'>Finally went BKK on 28.10.2005 (Fri)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I wasnt as excited as I was in HK.&lt;br /&gt;Guess mainly due to the culture difference &amp; the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to HK in Feb this year, the weather was chilly.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the sort who love to travel during cooler weather.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is already so hot throughout the year, need to visit cold country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the stuff in BKK belong to the casual type.&lt;br /&gt;Only the shoe &amp;amp; bags are really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the stuff are more or less the same price here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I enjoyed most was visiting Moon Bar - 62th on Banyan Tree, Open air - Wow!&lt;br /&gt;The night scene was spectacular but I felt wobbly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the pressure of the height in open air!&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. On one hand I wanted very much to stand next to the railing to absorb the view, on the other I'm so afraid I might just fallen out. Dilemma is the word at that time. Looking @ the rest of the guests around me; they seems to be more relaxed than I do. What a shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113081920146863340?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113081920146863340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113081920146863340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113081920146863340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113081920146863340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/bkk.html' title='BKK'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113081860064170507</id><published>2005-11-01T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:16:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Friend</title><content type='html'>11 day more to my blog friend Ms Little Snooze wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Cant recall what I was doing on the 11th day before wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Probably having mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;1 hand looking forward to start new life w the man of my life.&lt;br /&gt;The other cant bear to leave my parents whom I have lived w for 26 years.&lt;br /&gt;And also the laughter in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years today, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my blog friend would be the same if not happier :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113081860064170507?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113081860064170507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113081860064170507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113081860064170507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113081860064170507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-friend.html' title='Blog Friend'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-113081838743817667</id><published>2005-11-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:31:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been having weird dreams lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's not a nightmare; it's not a sweet dream either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's a dream that reflecting my innermost thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why are they coming into my dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isn't it suppose to be hidden somewhere in my memory bank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't like to have dream like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It make me wonder am I missing something in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It make me feel out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-113081838743817667?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113081838743817667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=113081838743817667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113081838743817667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/113081838743817667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112988106409635636</id><published>2005-10-21T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:23:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like the colour Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to keep $5 note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like taking photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to be taken just as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like chilled cold beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to wear plain colour instead of print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to take 1/2 day or 1 day leave on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like dog more than cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to read foreign magazine - &lt;em&gt;SELF, SHAPE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like thriller/horror/suspense movie or storybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to paint my home white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like simple furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to chill out with friends @ Ice Cold Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Fried Chicken Wing (the only fried stuff I take)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Sat more than Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Dec &amp; Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like going to the airport even just to have breakfast @ Swensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to drive @ night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to sleep immediately after shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like guys with nice muscular arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like guys with bad boy look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Robbie William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Meg Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Law &amp;amp; Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Sex in the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Ally McBeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to watch Dark Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to read book written by Mary Higgins Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to read book written by Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to carry weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like the language of Japanese more than French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like naan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like sardine with bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like having dinner with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like watching movie with Dami in our bedroom on our bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like my current job compare to the previous one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like who I am today more than who I was 3 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like BLV by Bvlgari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Glamourous by Polo Ralph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like people who smell nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like straight hair than curly hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like English songs more than Mandarin songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to look for information from &lt;a href="http://www.about.com"&gt;www.about.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to look for workout detail from &lt;a href="http://www.shape.com"&gt;www.shape.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like texts more than figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like cold shower not hot shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like more milk in my coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to eat bread with curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like chilli crab than pepper crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like crab from Still Road than No Sign Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like red wine from Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112988106409635636?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112988106409635636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112988106409635636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112988106409635636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112988106409635636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like.html' title='I Like....'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112987947656018579</id><published>2005-10-21T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:24:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never spend more than $100 for a wallet for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Decided to invest on a good one that will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Spotted 2 designs I desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LV Epi leather 6 credit card wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like the Red one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But they stopped manufacturing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then found Ferragamo 9 credit card wallet complete w coin compartment in Black but they out of stock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Arrggghhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112987947656018579?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112987947656018579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112987947656018579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112987947656018579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112987947656018579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/wallet.html' title='Wallet'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112987762526767656</id><published>2005-10-21T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:53:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy? Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dami's birthday is tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dami said he rather I give him cash than to spend it on expensive dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dami is always this realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have planned a list of programmes way beforehand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Breakfast @ Halia complete with free flow of Champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- A 2-hr Spa + Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Dinner @ Patara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Drink @ New Asia Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Haiz....now I have to amend the plan after hearing what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Celebration over the years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2002 - Lawry's The Prime Rib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2003 - Al Dente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2004 - Tao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Last night he said he rather I spent on things or food that he likes than those that's famous or expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He also said though his friends envious him when they heard I treated him to Lawry's for his birthday but to him, he thinks no big deal just like any another rib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now I'm lost. I really don't know how to celebrate his birthday for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112987762526767656?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112987762526767656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112987762526767656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112987762526767656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112987762526767656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy? Birthday'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112987655531896786</id><published>2005-10-21T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:35:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>Out of the blue I got sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the curry noodle I had yesterday for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the McWing I had during tea-break yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm having headache &amp;amp; sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is a bed.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours more to go before I can leave office.....xian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112987655531896786?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112987655531896786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112987655531896786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112987655531896786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112987655531896786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/sore-throat.html' title='Sore Throat'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112934455549440098</id><published>2005-10-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:50:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/110_10681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/110_10681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This picture was taken almost a year ago on 12Nov04&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken inthe pub in Shangri-La KL&lt;br /&gt;The waitress saw me dining &amp;amp; drinking alone,&lt;br /&gt;she thought I'm traveling on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Well I wish I could do it someday, travel alone.&lt;br /&gt;The waitress took this picture for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year went KL w Dami.&lt;br /&gt;This year I have yet to go holiday with him.&lt;br /&gt;Must plan something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112934455549440098?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112934455549440098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112934455549440098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112934455549440098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112934455549440098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/travel-alone.html' title='Travel Alone?'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112934359496079005</id><published>2005-10-15T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:33:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangri-La KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/110_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/110_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the lounge @ Shangri-la KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the green?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's almost similar with what we have here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112934359496079005?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112934359496079005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112934359496079005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112934359496079005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112934359496079005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/shangri-la-kl.html' title='Shangri-La KL'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112934309891529233</id><published>2005-10-15T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:24:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.A.</title><content type='html'>Opening for a PERSONAL Assistant to GM of Public Listed Co.&lt;br /&gt;Must posses:&lt;br /&gt;- deg fr recognised U&lt;br /&gt;- independent/&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pro-active&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;able to think ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is most preferred&lt;br /&gt;- meticulous/efficient worker/outgoing personality/good communication skills&lt;br /&gt;- willing to travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...look like all bosses are looking for the something (high-lighted in Blue)&lt;br /&gt;I really have to put in more effort in these areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112934309891529233?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112934309891529233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112934309891529233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112934309891529233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112934309891529233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/pa.html' title='P.A.'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112910984986733841</id><published>2005-10-12T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:37:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble with Love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Love can be a many splendid thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Has another joy you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;A dozen roses Diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Dreams for sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;It’ll make you hear a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And you’ll just want the world to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;But like a drunk that makes you blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;It’ll fool you every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;** The trouble with love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can tear you up inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make your heart believe a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gets stronger then your pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn’t care how fast you fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And you can’t refuse the call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;See you’ve got no say at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Now I was just a once a fool it’s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I played the game by all the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;But now my world’s a deeper blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sadder but I’m wiser too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Swore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I’d never love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I swore my heart would never mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Said love wasn’t worth the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;But then I hear it call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Repeat **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Every time I turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I think I’ve got it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;My heart keeps callin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And I keep on fallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;This set story always ends the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Me standin in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;It seems no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;It tears my heart in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112910984986733841?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112910984986733841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112910984986733841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112910984986733841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112910984986733841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/trouble-with-love-is.html' title='Trouble with Love is'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112908383048248216</id><published>2005-10-12T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:23:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Too swift for those who fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Too long for those who grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Too short for those who rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But for those who love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Created with Love for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Arron, Fabbo, Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1961-2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112908383048248216?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112908383048248216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112908383048248216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112908383048248216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112908383048248216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112899953235080149</id><published>2005-10-11T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:58:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Going through an old note pad, I saw what I wrote about a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12/11/2004 (Fri) - 7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Location: The Pub @ Shangri-la K.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I enjoy this moment of spending time alone here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just had a nice soak in the tub earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now am enjoying dinner &amp; drink"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12/11/2004 (Fri) - 8.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Location: Lobby Lounge @ Shangri-la K.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Missing someone is like missing a scent that is so familiar yet you can only try to recall how it really smell like and not really getting it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24/11/2004 (Wed) - Time unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"1 month before Christmas. The mood's getting merrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm having my breakfast @ Spinelli, listening to Christmas songs. I wish I could be sitting in a Cafe onthe street."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a habit of writing down my emotion of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking back @ what I wrote, I've certainly grown to be a much better person today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112899953235080149?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112899953235080149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112899953235080149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112899953235080149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112899953235080149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/nov-2004.html' title='Nov 2004'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112895650575717208</id><published>2005-10-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:01:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Still on the subject about Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Aunt A is in her mid-40s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Constantly ill, constantly blamed on her 'bad' luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Always wait for someone to bail her out of difficulties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ It can be as simple as soup from friends/a paid trip to Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ To paying her credit cards debts for her when she received lawyers letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ She holds 2 part-time jobs. 1 as a clerk by day &amp; the other clinic assistant by night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Still $$$ is never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Borrowed from one to pay another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Her 3 children are angry with her, they disrepect her because of her incapacity to handle $$$ when she had them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Her husband stopped talking to her as long as 3 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Power/Water supply was cut a couple of time because she default payment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Now I'm not saying Aunt A is a bad person. She's just bad in managing her $$$ when she had it. She spent generously on colleagues, she's 'not calculative'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ But then again, is it her attitude of being 'not calculative' landed her in today's position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Because she has no $$$ to treat her illness, her condition became worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Because she has no $$$ to pay bill, her husband thought she's irresponsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Because she has no $$$ to pay for her children education, they think she's incapable as a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Mis-managed of funds could have such chain reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ Aunt A is my living example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;$ I am &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; going to grow old poor &amp; unhappy, blaming on 'bad' luck when things fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;? You might think what about her husband, why can't he help with the family expenses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;? The fact is that she max out all those credit cards he sub for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;? The fact is that he has to pay for what she charged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;? The fact is that she crashed his car &amp; he still need to finance the loan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;? The fact is that she used up all the $$$ in their joint account w/o him knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;? The fact is that he got retrenched w/o compensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;! How much can a person take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;! He can only suffer in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;! His only way of showing his anger was stopped talking to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;: Why did I suddenly talk about Aunt A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;: Well, each time I walked pass old folks trying to sell tissue paper on the street or @ the underpass, I would think to myself, "What did they not do when they were young &amp; have to do this for a living?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;: The image of Aunt A doing that will always pop in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112895650575717208?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112895650575717208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112895650575717208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112895650575717208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112895650575717208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/living-example.html' title='Living Example'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112895470122864839</id><published>2005-10-10T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:31:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;$1 per day is my way of helping the needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;I became a donor this evening while walking towards Taka after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;I just have to cut down 2 expensive per month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;It isn't too much to spare :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;It's my little way to thank God for His kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112895470122864839?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112895470122864839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112895470122864839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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3 days time, Kawai will be a month old! (Oh dear, how fast time flies!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being grand-parents for the 1st time, Bearbear &amp; Apple eagerly went to Poh Heng to pick a gold bracelet for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHH,Didi &amp; me, we bought her a Mini Mouse pandent w chain &amp;amp; it even come with a Mini Mouse soft toy, so cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112887656783534921?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112887656783534921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112887656783534921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112887656783534921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112887656783534921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/mini-mouse.html' title='Mini Mouse'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112869993270614918</id><published>2005-10-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:45:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know I do? Do you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know I wish you never said you will be there for me when I need you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Fri today, are you hanging out w your friends like you always do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you seeing someone now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't we continue to be friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I still hold-on to an expired friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know. I really don't. I wish someone could tell me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112869993270614918?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112869993270614918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112869993270614918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112869993270614918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112869993270614918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112865300582398231</id><published>2005-10-07T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:43:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Nights In A Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Yes, two nights in a row I went dinner w PuccA n Meimei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Both are ad hoc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;On Wed (5/10) - Meimei was supposed to go for yoga class w her mommy. But just before she leaves the office, she received a nasty call from an agent screaming @ the top of his lungs @ her. Poor Meimei. By the time she finished the 'spoilt-mood' call, she's already late for her class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Not wanting to spend the evening feeling angry, she asked me out for coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;On the way out of office, we met out colleague, GHamster who was on her way to meet her bfren for dinner @ Sakae, saying that there's some kind of promotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And Meimei's eyes got brighten up the minute she heard Sakae! Being a chawamushi queen, I think the best way to end her bad evening is to have plenty serving of it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So we went! PuccA who got stucked in the so-called 'shitty' meeting joined us later. The whole dinner was really good. We ate, we laughed, we grumbled, we eagerly talked about our forthcoming BKK trip....time just quietly flied by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We left after we were too full to eat anything. I thought we are heading home but the 2 girls are just energetic to go home so they suggested coffee. So we went NYDC @ Heeren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I told them I have the tendency of saying 'DKNY' whenever I want to say NYDC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Meimei said there was a time she referred to it as YMCA, haha so funnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last night we were having some kind of training on Pleasure Craft. During break-time, someone offered us 'Roasted Chicken' flavour potato chips. It tasted exactly like bbq chicken, yummy. After eating that, she's not willing to settle for just the taste of it and not getting the real stuff. So she suggested we go Newton Circus to satisfy her craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We screamed when we realised Newton Circus was in pitch dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why?! That was what we exclaimed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We ended up @ Alexandra Food Centre (behind AIA tower).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We had Sting Ray, BBQ chicken wing &amp; stir-fried veg. Yummy, yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In total we spend $6/- each only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112865300582398231?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112865300582398231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112865300582398231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112865300582398231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112865300582398231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-nights-in-row.html' title='Two Nights In A Row'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112865066021286949</id><published>2005-10-07T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:04:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When death is close, you embrace life more"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Geraldine Brooks -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Author of "The Power of Hair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She temporarily lost her thick locks after undergoing chemotherapy for cancer&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/16304229-112865066021286949?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112865066021286949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112865066021286949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112865066021286949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112865066021286949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112848105509451960</id><published>2005-10-05T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:57:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20/10/2005 (Tue) - Cyn's little angel left her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a brief 18 days on earth, her little love one went back to heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momo cried when she told me the news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got teary but cant really cry as I was inthe office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only pray that Cyn will get over soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112848105509451960?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112848105509451960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112848105509451960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112848105509451960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112848105509451960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/bye-angel.html' title='Bye Angel'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112840407012748227</id><published>2005-10-04T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:34:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so thrilled to see Christmas items on display @ Daiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'd a hard time deciding which to buy as they are look so nice &amp; only @ $2/-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After much struggle, I bought 2 packets of Christmas Decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 packet contain 3 mini deco which I gave 1 to PuccA, 1 to Meimei &amp;amp; 1 for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hang it on our pc (except for PuccA, hers is a laptop so I can only hang near her phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The other packet is a slightly bigger decoration which I hang on my partition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112840407012748227?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112840407012748227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112840407012748227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112840407012748227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112840407012748227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112830649617938202</id><published>2005-10-03T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:28:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump That Bag</title><content type='html'>What bag?&lt;br /&gt;Emotional bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional baggage is a term used to describe &lt;strong&gt;unresolved issues&lt;/strong&gt; we bring from the past into our current relationships -@ work, w friends or in love lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless deal w it, it can &lt;strong&gt;weigh us down&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; keep us from pursuing robust connections w other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless negative emotions like insecurity &amp; mistrust are dealth w, they will just &lt;strong&gt;keep coming out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to ask hard questions:&lt;br /&gt;- Is this what I deserve in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel unhappy, depressed &amp; lonely, facing the reality of your feelings is the 1st step.&lt;br /&gt;It's like having flu. Once you realise you have it, you decide to either live w it or work on getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Talk to someone you trust who can tell you what you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;b) Write down your feelings in a journal. Just let it all out. When you expressed it, you'll start to understand y you react the way you do &amp; allow yourself to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally if the baggage has you mired in such a bad funk that it's affecting your relationships, work &amp; daily life - seek a reputable therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear friend, 1 year of mourning is long enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to give your soul &amp; body fresh air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Summarised from a local mag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112830649617938202?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112830649617938202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112830649617938202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112830649617938202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112830649617938202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/dump-that-bag.html' title='Dump That Bag'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112830478499262308</id><published>2005-10-03T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:53:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;Bright &amp;amp; sunny morning.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the breeze in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the weather or is it because I'm away from work, I'm feeling extremely good this morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm busy blogging, the aircon man is busy trying to figure what happened to my 8 months old aircon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112830478499262308?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112830478499262308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112830478499262308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112830478499262308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112830478499262308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112825307647160961</id><published>2005-10-02T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:37:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Wrong</title><content type='html'>HELP! Something is very wrong w my blog!&lt;br /&gt;1st - all formatting buttons are out of positioning (still unsolved).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest - I cant open comments :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo boo what is WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How boring, I can't even change the text colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any expert out there see this blog, if u know the solution pls help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112825307647160961?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112825307647160961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112825307647160961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112825307647160961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112825307647160961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-wrong.html' title='Very Wrong'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112822594038262476</id><published>2005-10-02T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:07:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Affair</title><content type='html'>This was the song that was playing when me, PuccA n TP stepped into Siam Supper Club on Fri (30/9) after Plastic Gun wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also like this song but never get a chance to know the title.&lt;br /&gt;So I seized the opportunity, went up to the DJ, scribble a note, asked him for the title of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Gun wedding was quite fun. There're 12 of us in our table.&lt;br /&gt;Two extra were from 2 other tables seperately.&lt;br /&gt;They made a smart choice to 'squeeze' in w us.&lt;br /&gt;Our table was the most exciting one among the 3 tables of colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fixed Plastic Gun a special drink only to be bottomed up by his "supporting-die-for-you" brother-in-law. As he was drinking, the whole table screamed "nooooooooooo".&lt;br /&gt;But it seems the more we tried to stop him the faster the drank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice, we (in fact I was the only one mixing..hee) mixed another more power drink for Plastic Gun. We all waited for him to see his guests off to make him drink the glass of 'wine cum beer cum chilli cum pepper cum vinegar cum.....many other stuff'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual there were lots of excuses from the groom for not drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Out of no choice, I have to volunteer to drink a mouth of it to challenge him to drink.&lt;br /&gt;(Actually it tasted like Bloody Mary, I quite like it though, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lousy Plastic Gun can't take it after drinking only a month.&lt;br /&gt;Then his brother-in-law snatched over &amp;amp; again down the whole glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these two powerful drinks, I'm quite sure his stomach will start stirring before mid-night.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we will only know when we get to see Plastic Gun tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112822594038262476?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112822594038262476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112822594038262476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112822594038262476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112822594038262476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/family-affair.html' title='Family Affair'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112818330525354704</id><published>2005-10-02T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:20:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;75 &lt;/strong&gt;is the no. of my locker in gym.&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago when I started my gym membership, I have the privilege of choosing the locker no. I want because the gym was newly opening. Most lockers were available then. I would have chosen &lt;strong&gt;73&lt;/strong&gt; (my year) if it wasnt that high up (I'm not tall 153 cm), I need a stool to open the locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped my membership end Jul this year, I returned the locker.&lt;br /&gt;When I resumed my membership in Sep, I was told there's a super long queue waiting to have locker. I'm behind 117 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, I cant wait that long! I told the staff.&lt;br /&gt;They've known me for 2 years now, they said they will try to get me a locker since I only terminated my membership for barely a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly I waited for the good news.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a staff contacted me, she brought me an exciting news.&lt;br /&gt;They managed to get me a locker and it's not just any locker.&lt;br /&gt;It is my no. &lt;strong&gt;75&lt;/strong&gt; Locker!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly the person who took over my locker returned the locker after barely 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! This really feels like lost love found!&lt;br /&gt;Really! I'm so so thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the Lord trying to show me something?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait till you lose something to treasure it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112818330525354704?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112818330525354704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112818330525354704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112818330525354704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112818330525354704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/75.html' title='75'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112818234654810533</id><published>2005-10-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:59:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TCC</title><content type='html'>is the place I went for my secondary classmate gathering today.&lt;br /&gt;meowmeow suggested the place because she heard the desserts there are award winning.&lt;br /&gt;but inthe end, none of us had dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meowmeow is going back to texas mid-nov.&lt;br /&gt;this gathering was more like a farewell for her.&lt;br /&gt;most did not make it today.&lt;br /&gt;she was quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner @ tcc.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to bring her to eat 'zhi cha' but she said she scare hot.&lt;br /&gt;she's less a singaporean now after living in states for a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is foreign land really much better than ours?&lt;br /&gt;is the air there fresher?&lt;br /&gt;are the people friendlier?&lt;br /&gt;are the people there smarter?&lt;br /&gt;moon rounder, brighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. i havent stay aboard hence i dont know how i would be come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among us, meowmeow is considered one of the luckiest, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;married a malaysian engineer was got posted to u.s.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt need to work, full time housewife, taking care of 2 children.&lt;br /&gt;no worry for $$$, everything is taken care of by hubby's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, meowmeow, song &amp; househusband went drinking.&lt;br /&gt;I left, feel kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem w post-create page still not solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112818234654810533?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112818234654810533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112818234654810533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112818234654810533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112818234654810533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/tcc.html' title='TCC'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112818159495858266</id><published>2005-10-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:46:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem</title><content type='html'>Problem.&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with my post-create page.&lt;br /&gt;All the comment icons are out of positioning.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of 1 straight line across, now they are all 1 straight line down!&lt;br /&gt;And all the comments such as bolding, italic &amp; text colour are not working.&lt;br /&gt;Emailed blogger support for help, no reply so far :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112818159495858266?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112818159495858266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112818159495858266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112818159495858266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112818159495858266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/problem.html' title='Problem'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112774069011044259</id><published>2005-09-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:18:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 years ago yesterday, we decided to end our courtship.&lt;br /&gt;We united as husband &amp; wife.&lt;br /&gt;At that time no one gives us any advise on marriage.&lt;br /&gt;We both based on our parents marriage as an example to start ours.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, there're hiccups. We don't understand why we couldnt agree with each other's perception of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back, we both have grown &amp;amp; matured. We've our own expectation of what kind of marriage we want rather than comparing it w our parents'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami brought me to Villa Bali for a simple evening on our 8th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than happy. It doesnt matter where we go what we eat to celebrate this very special day. I'm already v grateful that after all these years, after some of those silly mistakes I've made, we are still growing strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm indeed blessed! Thank you God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112774069011044259?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112774069011044259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112774069011044259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112774069011044259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112774069011044259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/8th-anniversary.html' title='8th Anniversary'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112757164089357412</id><published>2005-09-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:23:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Abs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/050822fi043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/050822fi043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the abs I'm working towards. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Christmas Party on 25th Dec 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my goal for the next 3 months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112757164089357412?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112757164089357412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112757164089357412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112757164089357412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112757164089357412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-abs.html' title='This Abs'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112757085689012351</id><published>2005-09-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:07:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attitude Of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Being grateful enlarge, enrich &amp; empower life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lack of gratitude, most people are blinded to God's gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is not uncommon to meet people who share this same attitude: "What is there to be grateful for?" Which is quite sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quote the following example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You've an extra movie ticket. You ask a friend, who says, "Why you call me so late? What show it is? Why dont you have tickects for the other show, I'm not so keen on this one. Only one ticket? I want to bring someone. Where is it? So far away? I don't know, it's so troublesome. You come and pick me up, lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Completely devoid of gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;An attitude of gratitude can positively affect your self, relationships, even health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have a gratitude journal. Every morning write 5 things that we are grateful for &amp; every night write 5 things we are thankful for that happened during that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grateful people not only benefit their mental health. They take of their physical health too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gratitude is essential in helping humans cope w stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stress can make us seriously ill, being linked to the leading causes of death like heart disease &amp; cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A grateful heart also corresponds w an optimistic outlook - boosts immune system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A grateful heart focuses on what it has, not what it lacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summarised from an article in a local mag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112757085689012351?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112757085689012351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112757085689012351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112757085689012351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112757085689012351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='An Attitude Of Gratitude'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112756904145218645</id><published>2005-09-24T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:37:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"To bring anything into your life, imagine that it's already there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Richard Bach-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112756904145218645?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112756904145218645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112756904145218645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756904145218645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756904145218645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/already-there.html' title='Already There'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112756893418493099</id><published>2005-09-24T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:35:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let your imagination run riot, and your life will be a mess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Control it &amp;amp; you change your life in accordance with your will"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112756893418493099?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112756893418493099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112756893418493099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756893418493099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756893418493099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112756882337700193</id><published>2005-09-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:33:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Spirit</title><content type='html'>Learn from winning &amp; losing.&lt;br /&gt;When you win, you learn to remain humble &amp;amp; to respect your fellow competitors.&lt;br /&gt;When you are defeated, you need to pick yourself up &amp; try harder the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be totally committed, put in alot of hard work &amp; be prepared to make alot of sacrifices in the process of trying to achieve excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Annabel Pennefather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112756882337700193?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112756882337700193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112756882337700193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756882337700193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756882337700193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/human-spirit.html' title='Human Spirit'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112756855198000918</id><published>2005-09-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:29:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Drives You?</title><content type='html'>Is it love, money, power, compassion, fear?&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us is guided by different motivations, some external, some intrinsic.&lt;br /&gt;But external pressures or rewards are never as effective as the impetus that come from within.&lt;br /&gt;Some people call this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to say that one has a passion for this or that.&lt;br /&gt;But passion is, at core, an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;It gives us a reason to act &amp; helps motivate action but it has its peaks &amp;amp; slumps.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot depend on just passion alone to keep a cause going.&lt;br /&gt;Passion can be drained by so many things:&lt;br /&gt;- negative feedback &amp; competing demands &amp;amp; etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is admirable for some to put their passion into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay motivated, one needs to rekindle this 'feeling' of passion every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Read the above from a local mag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112756855198000918?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112756855198000918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112756855198000918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756855198000918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112756855198000918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-drives-you.html' title='What Drives You?'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112754096455654449</id><published>2005-09-24T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:49:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;yes i am &lt;strong&gt;deprive&lt;/strong&gt; from blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;so many many days no time to blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;this has been a crazy week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon&lt;/strong&gt;-accompanied apple for eye check-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tue&lt;/strong&gt;-boss thinks i'm losing focus @ work. redo my hair colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed&lt;/strong&gt;-boss had a lousy meeting the day before regarding service level of one of our co appointed partner. bcos of that he asked to do a daily counts for the last 6 mths = Est. 180 days! my eyes were crossed @ the end of every evening! attended wedding dinner @ marriot. dinner started @ 9pm! oh God! Got home @ 12am. dami was hungry but have to wait for me to get home to cook instant mee for him. i suspect i have super natural power that make the noodle tastes nicer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thu&lt;/strong&gt;-another day of manual count....ahahah....i feel like pulling my hair off. dept mtg ended late. sudden realise i hv a deadline to rush for the next day, damn! a colleague gave me a ride home but driving @ 70-80km/hr on 3rd lane....zzzzzzzzz..by the time i got home almost 9pm. i was so tired i almost fall asleep while bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fri&lt;/strong&gt;-whole day was rush rush rush...trying to meet deadline.after work visited momo &amp; kawai w vv. celebrated momo's bday. hobbes v sweet. got momo crabtree &amp;amp; evelyn hamper. she was so touched, almost tear she said. white banana came too. surprise surprise. he even showed bearbear the gold toilet seat pix he took in dubai. comic came too. wow that's another surprise. she hasnt been around for awhile since b4 momo's wedding. by the time we merried; i got home almost 12am......so exhausted! but what's worst, the power shut twice when i tried to on the aircon! &lt;strong&gt;SHIT! SHIT! &lt;/strong&gt;WHY ME? i've to sleep w the fan on instead &amp; dami isnt home w me &amp;amp; my PIL went to cruise. i was home alone...booboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;i'm deprive from hvin ME time. from jotting down my tots....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112754096455654449?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112754096455654449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112754096455654449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112754096455654449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112754096455654449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/deprive.html' title='Deprive'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112723119001462446</id><published>2005-09-20T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:46:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Post</title><content type='html'>@ work:-&lt;br /&gt;What happen when your boss say he thinks you loses focus @ work?&lt;br /&gt;Die liao lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ home:-&lt;br /&gt;Every rooms are filled with junks, how?&lt;br /&gt;Siao liao lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the street:-&lt;br /&gt;Strong wind &amp; rain start to pour, how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11.42pm:-&lt;br /&gt;Why I talk like that?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy liao lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Please pray for a little baby (less than 1 month old) in Spain fighting for her life. Mommy's name is Cyn. She's a friend of mine. Thank you. God Bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112723119001462446?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112723119001462446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112723119001462446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112723119001462446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112723119001462446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleepy-post.html' title='Sleepy Post'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112713736179716601</id><published>2005-09-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:43:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today Momo screamed @ me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I screamed back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was angry with her for screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know why she has been so short-tempered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I really dislike being screamed @.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I spoke to Apple about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apple said she's probably tired &amp; lots of worries + Kawai in hospital + Hobbes not in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I understand her stress but I find that she shouldnt always want things her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just like yesterday, she denied asking me to take the magazine from the clinic. I remembered clearly she said it's ok because I was quite reluntant to take the magazines @ 1st worrying it's not right &amp;amp; she reassured me that the magazines are given away free. Our conversation got quite heated up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the norm, I would have reacted mildly but when the other party come on to hard, I would react defensively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of cos I dont feel good being pissed with her. I just don't know how I can bring it up to her. I'm quite hurt too.....boo boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112713736179716601?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112713736179716601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112713736179716601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713736179716601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713736179716601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/screaming.html' title='Screaming'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112713656234606394</id><published>2005-09-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:29:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaundice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Baby Kawai has Jaundice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She was admitted to hospital for 1 day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tomorrow Momo will bring her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nurse told Momo that Kawai's healthy &amp; active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She drank lots of milk &amp;amp; poo poo 3x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tonight Momo will be able to have a good night rest w/o having to wake up inthe middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God please bless little Kawai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112713656234606394?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112713656234606394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112713656234606394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713656234606394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713656234606394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/jaundice.html' title='Jaundice'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112713633260326693</id><published>2005-09-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:25:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pucca</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow is Pucca's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;She has decided to pamper herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoy being a 'tai tai' for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Changing her hairstyle &amp; do madi/padi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm sure she's gonna look beautiful when she return to work on Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;A brand new chapter, a brand new image, a brand new mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;She has listed it down the things she wants to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Good girl. There's absolutely no reason why she could not succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112713633260326693?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112713633260326693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112713633260326693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713633260326693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713633260326693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-pucca.html' title='Happy Birthday Pucca'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112713590086044332</id><published>2005-09-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:18:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"The best way to make your dream come true is to wake up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Thinking positively is the key to change how you respond to negative situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= See the situation as a challenge rather than a crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= It will switch your thoughts to problem-solving rather than problem-obsessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= When bad times are coming thick &amp; fast, the way through is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind over matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= When trouble hits &amp;amp; you feel you can't cope, take a deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Ensure that you, and not your emotions, are in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= So you must calm down let your "thinking brain start working"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Restore your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-esteem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so you can cope with any setback quickly &amp; effectively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shake yourself out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of your "Why me?" moment to get things into perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Tell yourself you'll handle it, whatever. It will change your mood instantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= When you're feeling more in control mentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= You can maintain this attitude by identifying uplifting things or people in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Changing your environment is crucial - if you're at work - leave the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Have lunch/Call a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Once calm down, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;face the fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, not the reasons behind them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= It's important to look @ what you can learn to help change the way you think forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= There's always something to be learned, which in turn, will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;empower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you by giving you self-awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Staying positive - In times of trauma, it's easy to slip into your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;default 'poor me' mode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;prepare for the future doesnt mean sitting around &amp;amp; worrying about things that havent happened &amp; probably won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= Living in the moment &amp;amp; expecting the best means you too, will become one of those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'lucky'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= The new, positive you is simply prepared for whatever life throws @ you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring it on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112713590086044332?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112713590086044332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112713590086044332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713590086044332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112713590086044332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring It On'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112709707070155741</id><published>2005-09-19T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:31:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday @ Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm...another cold wet rainy morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Look like it's gonna to rain the whole day today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luckily I took a day off today; I can pretty much enjoy the cold air from outside the window now while creating this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Momo is bring Kawai out for the 1st time since returning home from hospital. Kawai is going for her 1st injection. Oh...poor thing, hope she would cry too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bearbear took leave too. Hence it's gonna be a family outing again haha except morning he will drive Momo to clinic &amp; after to NUH w Apple &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wonder has the Noel staff make the delivery to our office already. Tempted to call back office.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112709707070155741?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112709707070155741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112709707070155741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112709707070155741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112709707070155741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/monday-home.html' title='Monday @ Home'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112705497259604735</id><published>2005-09-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:53:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bearbear &amp; Apple are very happy that we went over for dinner tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's the 1st time Dami see Kawai. I could see his joy too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All of us were happily enjoying dinner together except for Hobbes who's far away in Switzerland for business trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow have to accompany Apple for her eyes check-up @ NUH. I've taken 1 day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saw Pucca's blog, seems like she needed more time to recover from the wound that deeply hurt her. I really wish I could do more or know more on how I could support her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Two days ago, I heard from Momo that 1 of our friend who has recently given birth in early Sep. Her baby was almost 2 months pre-mature. Doctor found a vein that's connecting blood circulation isn't fully developed. Afraid that the lack of blood circulation might damage the baby's brain, she was operated 3 days after birth. The doctor can only tell whether there's any brain damage 14 days after the ops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt sad hearing the news. I know how much pain a parent has to go through to see their little one suffer. As I look @ Kawai, so small &amp;amp; frail, I just want to do all the best to protect &amp; love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can only pray for my friend in Spain that her daughter would be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dami's leg is recovering. He has gone out to meet his pal for a drink @ Villa Bali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm @ home watching my fav show, CSI. I was alittle upset that my dream of being a mom didnt come true this month. I want to take a break. I'm quite affected each time it occur. As the months passes, my disappointment increased. I dont think Dami feels how I feel. But I dont to over stress him by constantly showing him my disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Afterall there's nothing much he can do beside quitting smoking &amp;amp; cut drinking. I better leave it to GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now the radio is playing "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam. It reminds me of that evening I went drinking w Foong Foong @ East Side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No matter what, I'm still counting my blessings. Thank you God for everything I have &amp; enjoy &amp;amp; experience today. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy Mooncake Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bearbear said "next mooncake festival, Kawai can carry lantern le" haha, happy grand-dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112705497259604735?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112705497259604735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112705497259604735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112705497259604735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112705497259604735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112702317083699907</id><published>2005-09-18T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:24:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash Hair Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Article in Urban - 8 Sep 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;About of 3 women who do not wash their hair - oh I mean they have someone to wash for them. All the 3 women stopped washing their own hair for more than 10 over years (the longest is 28 years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;One of them is a customer service officer who has thick long hair, in her late 20s spend $300 monthly to have her hair wash twice a week &lt;em&gt;(with our super hot weather in S'pore, how can one endure not washing hair for more than 2 days?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;The other two in early 40s (a managing director - $240 monthly &amp; a housewife whose husband is a banker - $800 monthly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One of them even quoted: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Under no circumstances&lt;/strong&gt; would I wash my own hair. I'll asked the salons to open extra early or extra late to accommodate my schedule." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm... I wonder why not hire a maid who knows how to do hairstyling??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;It really got me thinking....there are people out there who are struggling just to have 3 meals a day &amp; there are those who dont even know how to handle the hair GOD gave them.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112702317083699907?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112702317083699907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112702317083699907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112702317083699907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112702317083699907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/wash-hair-anyone.html' title='Wash Hair Anyone?'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112701051359130691</id><published>2005-09-18T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:31:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Life</title><content type='html'>Last night while clearing some old newspaper, I came across this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Giving myself a makeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Writer talked about a man struck twice by catastrophic accidents - reinvent himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jim MacLaren is his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At age 22, he met w a motorbike accident &amp; ended up w one leg amputated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He didnt let that get him down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fitted w a false leg, he continue participating in sports that even most normal people like us find it tough to complete - swim 4km, run 42km &amp;amp; cycle 112km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not wonder he was known as Ironman athlete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But God put him thru another test @ the age of 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;While he was cycling in an Ironman race, he was hit by a van driven by an old man going in the wrong direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This time, he paralysed from the neck down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MacLaren could have chosen to retreat into self-pity after he became a quadriplegic, he didnt. He didnt waste his time getting angry w other people if they either studiously avoided looking @ him or stared rudely @ him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6 mths after he broke his neck, he was living on his own in an apartment &amp;amp; plotting how to reinvent himself to get on w the business of productive living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now he had set up a charity foundation, become a motivational speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As he said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is a full life? Do I have to get there on foot? Or can I find some other path?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For most of us (me especially) always complaining life is tough. But really, is life really that tough or we simply surrender w/o putting up a good fight? For me, I know my ans is the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Article from ST 7 Sep 05 - Writer Keng Fatt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112701051359130691?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112701051359130691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112701051359130691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112701051359130691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112701051359130691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/full-life.html' title='Full Life'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112700897690841925</id><published>2005-09-18T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:02:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I love rainy day, be it morning, afternoon or night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love the chill air in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love the warm feeling underneath my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm always in good mood when it rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't understand why most people hate rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe that's part of the reason why I love London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It was towards the end of the rainy season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The road were constantly wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We would hop-in to sideway cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;joyed a cup of hot drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hile watching the rest of the world passes-by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112700897690841925?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112700897690841925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112700897690841925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112700897690841925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112700897690841925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/rainy-morning.html' title='Rainy Morning'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112684488316664648</id><published>2005-09-16T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:10:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is one of my fav song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was released in 97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was made famous by Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is the 5th song in Fantastic Females Album I bought in 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s MTV is one of those I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the song that's playing on the radio now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always remind me of the car accident on 22 March 03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brings flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrgggggg...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Torn Torn Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112684488316664648?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112684488316664648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112684488316664648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112684488316664648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112684488316664648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112684291850077542</id><published>2005-09-16T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:55:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dami's Injured Leg</title><content type='html'>Dami injured his leg while working in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing, he returned home with swollen leg.&lt;br /&gt;It must be really painful he almost couldn't walk.&lt;br /&gt;He was already asleep when I got home last night after visiting Momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to work this morning for an important meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Called him twice to go see doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether will he do it later or not.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime he's too stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;He would rather let it heal by itself, bearing all the pain......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz.....very worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112684291850077542?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112684291850077542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112684291850077542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112684291850077542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112684291850077542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/damis-injured-leg.html' title='Dami&apos;s Injured Leg'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112677096398712772</id><published>2005-09-15T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:56:04.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/320/Cheryl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;To The World:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Little Momo - Minutes after birth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;She's the little princess in our family now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;She's so irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;We are all crazy over her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112677096398712772?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112677096398712772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112677096398712772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112677096398712772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112677096398712772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/babe-of-year.html' title='Babe of the Year'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112671842264385460</id><published>2005-09-15T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:19:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it true what you DON'T know WON'T hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who would want to be a FOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have two thoughts about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ask someone who ever had unfaithful partner &amp; when they discovered the truth, they would probably say they are glad to know the truth earlier so they can choose to move-on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then ask someone who ever had partner who left them w/o giving any reason, they would probably still wondering why? Thinking over &amp;amp; over again what had happened, what went wrong &amp; continue searching for answers that they might never find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Either way it hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The one who know the truth might kept dwelling on the past &amp;amp; get stuck, the other who doesnt know what happened has lesser emotional burden to let go &amp; move-on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You might say it's the ATTITUDE that makes the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I totally agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It's how we handle the 'HURT' feeling that decide whether we get stuck or we have closed a chapter in our lives &amp;amp; open a Brand new chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I pray for my dear friend (u know who u are) that HOPE will replace HURT in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;p.s. And hurt is when you discovered all that you've typed got erased for &lt;strong&gt;no reason&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; have to re-key-in all over again!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112671842264385460?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112671842264385460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112671842264385460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112671842264385460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112671842264385460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16304229.post-112671249802878548</id><published>2005-09-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:41:38.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawai</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kawai is the word to describe my little niece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My eyes got teary when I first saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I get more &amp; more emotional as I aged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I carried her, I felt the warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I kept smiling to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm sure Momo &amp; Hobbes are 100 times happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Though she's an average size kodomo, she certainly has powerful lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Her cry is short, loud &amp; sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jenny, Rara, VV &amp;amp; Sinful Man were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kingkong &amp; Natasha left earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We're all so eager to take her pix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HP camera, digital camera, video cam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We even forward the pix to each other thru MMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kawai is really the superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Almost 8.30 we left for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Apple, Bearbear &amp; Didi, we went Bt Timah Food Centre for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Saw Kenneth the agent but he didnt see me. He was busy looking around for food &amp;amp; talking on his mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then met Mr. &amp; Mrs. Professional Pretentious Actors......sian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mrs. PPA's hair was so ugly.....My God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16304229-112671249802878548?l=goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112671249802878548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16304229&amp;postID=112671249802878548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112671249802878548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16304229/posts/default/112671249802878548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifesimplelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/kawai.html' title='Kawai'/><author><name>My This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638582120746809824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3974/1542/1600/Presentation1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
