<?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-7778600810477087051</id><updated>2012-01-08T09:50:00.527-08:00</updated><category term='HardcopySample'/><category term='Bag'/><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Dolphin'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Bag-Batch1'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='2011'/><category term='My Shops'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='General Election'/><category term='Ouch'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Wondering'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='RWS'/><category term='Petquisite'/><category term='TrailOfThoughts'/><category term='Hobby'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Bag-Batch4'/><category term='Bag-Batch5'/><category term='Annoyed'/><category term='Woof'/><category term='Shocked'/><category term='Canon'/><category term='Debut'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='Cards'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Bag-Batch2'/><category term='CottonAndLace'/><category term='Work'/><category term='DSLR'/><category term='Bag-Batch3'/><category term='Uni'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Hammy'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='EOS'/><category term='Play'/><title type='text'>Hear What I Write</title><subtitle type='html'>My sky~ Hear what I write in the clouds. Love it, loathe it, your choice..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-577208928130451263</id><published>2012-01-03T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:08:03.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Why is it so hard?</title><content type='html'>One of my new year's resolution is to keep in touch will all my friends, tried for 3 days of 2012 and I really cannot make it! I want to be with all people that matters to me, all at one go, one time, so that I don't feel guilty for 'neglecting' them. Apparently, that won't happen. Why is it so hard?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Happy 2012!!! Hope you guys have a great great year ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-577208928130451263?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/577208928130451263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-it-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/577208928130451263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/577208928130451263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-it-so-hard.html' title='Why is it so hard?'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-6363573295411333542</id><published>2011-12-18T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:56:48.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Injured</title><content type='html'>Probably my own fault, anyway, but still need some time to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Love, friendship and all the what nots, in the end, when the time comes to choose, you didn't choose me.&lt;br /&gt;Pain, but just for a while. Heartbroken, probably will be feeling pissed at all human beings for a while, but I will surface again brand new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, why it's always when I have something good coming my way, my friendship never last? Why can't you be happy for me? Is it only when I'm down on my knees, crying, you will stood by my side, hearing me out. Yet, when I'm happy, you are never happy for me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmpphh... probably for the best, it's the end of the year, clearing rubbish from my life, both in my cupboard as well as in my heart and mind. That way, only the best will last for a brand new next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm loving next year already? So excited for new opportunities to work alongside my hobbies, singing and photography. Will have outing next week for shooting in town, as well as outing next year January in Melaka. Oh oh, and April and her friends barkday bash. Hope everything goes as planned and we will welcome 2012 with a big big bang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-6363573295411333542?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6363573295411333542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/injured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6363573295411333542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6363573295411333542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/injured.html' title='Injured'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8697870730727485986</id><published>2011-12-12T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:07:28.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DSLR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>Have I told you that I love you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG0mcn30fMY/TuYGCjf4W-I/AAAAAAAABJc/x_eE3Zj0akU/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG0mcn30fMY/TuYGCjf4W-I/AAAAAAAABJc/x_eE3Zj0akU/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meet my baby boy, Caesar! He's been with me for the past 4 months or so, yet I didn't have a chance to show him off. He's been accompanying me take good food, see the same scenery, capture it for me for memories. It's a gift, a very early Christmas in July when it came unexpectedly to me from a very dear cousin. I cherish this boy like a diamond. Means a lot to me and will continue take good photos, learn and learning each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K3_qa6S8yA/TuYI75EKBRI/AAAAAAAABJk/fMSgdzkq_6k/s1600/IMG_8018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K3_qa6S8yA/TuYI75EKBRI/AAAAAAAABJk/fMSgdzkq_6k/s320/IMG_8018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgIc9p3entw/TuYJTm6XOmI/AAAAAAAABJs/87SSYkqJIXw/s1600/IMG_8026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgIc9p3entw/TuYJTm6XOmI/AAAAAAAABJs/87SSYkqJIXw/s320/IMG_8026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqHzuX0caPI/TuYJr_YaXXI/AAAAAAAABJ0/etopPfCFQoo/s1600/IMG_8028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqHzuX0caPI/TuYJr_YaXXI/AAAAAAAABJ0/etopPfCFQoo/s320/IMG_8028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8697870730727485986?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8697870730727485986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-i-told-you-that-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8697870730727485986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8697870730727485986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-i-told-you-that-i-love-you.html' title='Have I told you that I love you??'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG0mcn30fMY/TuYGCjf4W-I/AAAAAAAABJc/x_eE3Zj0akU/s72-c/IMG_1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5967884736124727644</id><published>2011-12-11T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T07:24:45.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Now watching... Dolpin Tale...</title><content type='html'>Watched it last night, but am watching it again. I love watching repeats and with that I am able to understand more of the movie, always catch something new that I missed out on the first watch.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, still hasn't gotten over my last talk with Ric O'Barry about the RWS dolphins. Felt like I can&amp;nbsp;sympathize more with the animals since years ago, and it hasn't changed a bit as I get older. At least when you treat an animal nice, even if they bit you, it's still understandable, they are wild animal after all. For human? Yes, they always seems to bite the hands that feed them, and how to understand human? They are supposedly God's smartest creation, yes, also the evil-est of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, catch the movie if you have not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faPAxpNLXr0/TuTLIqWTl6I/AAAAAAAABJU/AF8R4UiuK-k/s1600/dolphin-tale-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faPAxpNLXr0/TuTLIqWTl6I/AAAAAAAABJU/AF8R4UiuK-k/s400/dolphin-tale-movie-poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5967884736124727644?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5967884736124727644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-watching-dolpin-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5967884736124727644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5967884736124727644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-watching-dolpin-tale.html' title='Now watching... Dolpin Tale...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faPAxpNLXr0/TuTLIqWTl6I/AAAAAAAABJU/AF8R4UiuK-k/s72-c/dolphin-tale-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4340749469403134339</id><published>2011-12-05T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T06:15:57.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding love</title><content type='html'>Finding back my love of singing, that is.&lt;div&gt;Learning to hit a new high with my voice with Beyonce - Listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How my voice has suffered with bronchitis for the past month. Coughing and coughing till my lungs felt like it's bursting inside, I can't breathe as my lungs filled with&amp;nbsp;phlegm. When am I going to recover then I can practice my songs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this blog has been dead for what seems like the longest time, just like how it felt inside me. Sometimes I felt like I belong to nowhere, neither here nor there. I missed the way it was, when I was still with my friends, still in love, sometimes out, at least it was something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope time will change for the better, soonest... ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4340749469403134339?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4340749469403134339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/finding-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4340749469403134339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4340749469403134339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/finding-love.html' title='Finding love'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3578601573739738060</id><published>2011-10-04T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:04:53.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Please let the dolphins go</title><content type='html'>I was just watching the cove the other night and felt so compelled to write about it. Then, I met the man Ric O'Barry himself. Such a great man, there's nothing pretentious about him he was funny, spontaneous and humble. Attending the dialogue session with him was an eye opener. His words from the cove and the session itself kept repeating by itself on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see dolphins in the wild to understand why they should not be in captivity. &lt;br /&gt;The dolphins are social animals and they travel in groups. The same group that the 27 caught dolphins were from were found 128km away the next day. &lt;br /&gt;Which enclosure, no matter how huge will allow them this kind of freedom and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;RWS, please let the dolphins go. Their home is in the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6jHy17Cxmw/ToufI1ffE9I/AAAAAAAABI8/BZ-_4HyPK2Y/s640/blogger-image-1111660039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6jHy17Cxmw/ToufI1ffE9I/AAAAAAAABI8/BZ-_4HyPK2Y/s640/blogger-image-1111660039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3578601573739738060?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3578601573739738060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-let-dolphins-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3578601573739738060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3578601573739738060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-let-dolphins-go.html' title='Please let the dolphins go'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6jHy17Cxmw/ToufI1ffE9I/AAAAAAAABI8/BZ-_4HyPK2Y/s72-c/blogger-image-1111660039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4125185247303875196</id><published>2011-08-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:05:12.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain - Bikram Yoga</title><content type='html'>Or rather is it no pain, no lose? Don't ask me to Jia You please, Jian You instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken my first step towards a healthy lifestyle, a 90 minutes Hot Yoga classes and I try to go everyday. Well, except on weekends. I can never get people who love exercising and running, sweating just for the love of it. I can never get it!!! I wish I can though, it must be lesser a torture to exercise. I do play sports like Badminton and I love it, but other than that, no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got inspired by one of our very own Indonesian singer, Agnes Monica, a very talented young girl. Britney Spears of Indonesia, I always said. I don't really like her, but recently I stumbled across her Twitter and Facebook. Her life is all about Yoga, Pilates, Gym, other than making music. The food she eat everyday is like Sweet potato and chicken breast, one of many similar ones, probably same taste. Urgh... It's no wonder she is shaped like that, and I, like this. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotoartisindonesia.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/agnes-monica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://fotoartisindonesia.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/agnes-monica.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope I can pull through!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4125185247303875196?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4125185247303875196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-pain-no-gain-bikram-yoga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4125185247303875196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4125185247303875196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-pain-no-gain-bikram-yoga.html' title='No Pain, No Gain - Bikram Yoga'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7591241547263166024</id><published>2011-07-18T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:54:30.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>From strangers, to friends, to lovers.</title><content type='html'>We have always thought who we love is special, one of a kind, different. That's why out of millions of people, you fall in love with just one. From strangers, to friends, to lovers. Everything is beautiful in its own way. Happy tears, painful laughter, the world is upside down, all in the name of love. When love is gone, though, from love to hate, nothing is different, it's all the same bloody mess. From lovers to strangers, again. To see someone whom you have known so much, yet when you meet again, you know nothing. Has love changed you or them? It's a painful cycle, but time will heal, but how long will it take? One week? One month? One year? or painfully slow 10 years? Will you love another when you are recovering from that pain? Or will you never again love another the same way, but again in another different way? After all, when you are in love, we are back to square one, they are always special, different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7591241547263166024?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7591241547263166024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-strangers-to-friends-to-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7591241547263166024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7591241547263166024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-strangers-to-friends-to-lovers.html' title='From strangers, to friends, to lovers.'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4580255869568611658</id><published>2011-07-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:13:46.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Wow!!</title><content type='html'>It has been sooooo sooo long since I checked in here. My hype in blogging has seriously died, dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been nothing and nothing, but work and work. Zzzzzzzz.... how boring! Always getting sick and sick, been having this cough for a month now and I start to wonder if anyone could die from too much coughing. Cough attack! Has never experienced being sick for this long, hope I can be in my tiptop condition soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway these past few weeks have been fun hanging out with the doggie friends. A great bunch of people, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want to rant, but I want to sleep! HOhoHO!&lt;br /&gt;Continue lata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4580255869568611658?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4580255869568611658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/07/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4580255869568611658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4580255869568611658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/07/wow.html' title='Wow!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-9134323520579901398</id><published>2011-06-06T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:57:06.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I felt so loved....</title><content type='html'>People looked at me and they said I am confident, carefree and there's so many other things that I know I am not. There's always this thought in my head that says that I'm only a wallflower, always. That I will never make an impact on others like how I see some of my friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for my Blood donor card to check my blood type, searching through every nook and cranny, and I still never found it. Instead, I found this precious little bag where I kept most of my priceless memories. All that birthday cards, greeting cards, farewell letters, even those corny love letters from the past that I never thought about. I felt so amazingly loved, so amazingly lucky to hold a place in their hearts, even for just a moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't care less what wallflower I might be, for the people who loved me, I'm always the prettiest. Thank you for being there for me, whoever you are, wherever you are.. I'm so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziKpny5tm8E/TezcRjYRgLI/AAAAAAAABF8/8s2WwNnFhYc/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziKpny5tm8E/TezcRjYRgLI/AAAAAAAABF8/8s2WwNnFhYc/s640/IMG_1728.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-9134323520579901398?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/9134323520579901398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-felt-so-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/9134323520579901398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/9134323520579901398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-felt-so-loved.html' title='I felt so loved....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziKpny5tm8E/TezcRjYRgLI/AAAAAAAABF8/8s2WwNnFhYc/s72-c/IMG_1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4471223658959877417</id><published>2011-05-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:18:03.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>Just done rewatching &lt;b&gt;August Rush&lt;/b&gt;, it reminds me of how talent works in this world. Some are born with it, yet never been acknowledged, while some are hard groomed with hard cash to shine no matter what. While some seriously have the luck of money, people affinity and all other things lucky, they got famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just some people on TV that I thought, why on earth are they on TV in the first place? Mediocre performance, millions of people are better than that, yet they didn't get famous. In the end, I brushed it off with well, it's their luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August Rush reminds me of a video I watched before. From my thinking, this girl probably had very musically talented and famous parents, who abandoned her after she was born handicapped. Explaining her musically talented genes. Her hands moved as if someone put her on a puppet string, flew smoothly and perfectly. Unbelievable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/_7vNNxSxpB4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7vNNxSxpB4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7vNNxSxpB4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Asv6NKRzsHQ/Tc4PXIzURoI/AAAAAAAABFs/4oUgGbHzwDE/s1600/august-rush-movie-poster-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Asv6NKRzsHQ/Tc4PXIzURoI/AAAAAAAABFs/4oUgGbHzwDE/s400/august-rush-movie-poster-3.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4471223658959877417?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4471223658959877417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/august-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4471223658959877417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4471223658959877417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Asv6NKRzsHQ/Tc4PXIzURoI/AAAAAAAABFs/4oUgGbHzwDE/s72-c/august-rush-movie-poster-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2584972881329249152</id><published>2011-05-13T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:08:10.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Election'/><title type='text'>On GE... again...</title><content type='html'>Looks like the GE fever has not subsided yet. People all around Singapore are still talking about it, grumbling even. I think what makes me interested in this GE is that I have listened to the agonies of Singaporeans being a Singaporean. Countless numbers of taxi drivers have complained of the bloody exact same things and God knows the amount of taxi I took. It's scary in here and when the people on top don't realize what the people down there are suffering and slowly dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say? I am just a foreigner in Singapore, my PR is given by PAP. Although I would say that my concerns for Singapore's growth is more than what some of my ''Native" Singaporean friends had. Right from Secondary school I am here, I heard them saying they could not wait to leave and migrate to another country. I remembered distinctly, even when I was 15, thinking how lucky they were to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't stand most is the way they put some parliament-misfit people in. Public protested of the emptiness she had shown, the mistakes she did. Seriously, for me, although unfair, I don't have the littlest of good vibes about her. What to do? Politics is never fair, it's never good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2584972881329249152?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2584972881329249152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-ge-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2584972881329249152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2584972881329249152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-ge-again.html' title='On GE... again...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3104072076846168997</id><published>2011-04-28T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:28:26.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Election'/><title type='text'>I wanna vote, too!!</title><content type='html'>Unconsciously being pulled into the General Election by a colleague who showed me a video of "I don't know what to sayyy...". I came home and found myself glued to YouTube for all the things related to her. Like Ris Low, was my first thought. Nicole Seah though was truly an admiration, at such young age, look at the way she spoke, sure and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew politics could be so interesting, even more catchy than those catfights in America's Next Top Model. Friends are now amazed at the things I knew about rallies and all things related to upcoming GE. Sigh... Hope Singapore has got the courage to vote for who they really wanted. I know I can't vote... heee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3104072076846168997?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3104072076846168997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-vote-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3104072076846168997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3104072076846168997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-vote-too.html' title='I wanna vote, too!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3354460980962555406</id><published>2011-04-03T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:55:14.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy 26th</title><content type='html'>Collecting all the pieces of hope, putting them together into the puzzle of life, framing it into a beautiful memory.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we are going to be, framed, seen, felt but unchangeable. Let this be the turning point of my life, let me be more truthful to myself, my heart and my soul. Just let me be a happier being, or just let me be who I used to be. Enough of saying to myself, "If you are not coming back for good, then don't come back at all", yet somehow I still wished you came no matter what. So tired of you making and breaking your decision. I think it's time for me to decide for myself, to end it all. A closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th to me and 27th to you, wherever you are. Let's be happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3354460980962555406?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3354460980962555406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-26th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3354460980962555406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3354460980962555406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-26th.html' title='Happy 26th'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3269883163422814744</id><published>2011-03-29T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:50:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commute... commute...</title><content type='html'>Commuting to work is getting crazier nowadays,or rather not just to work, it's anytime of the day, MRT is packed. There's too many people in Singapore now. Too many foreigners? I am one, too... Hmm... &lt;br /&gt;Every morning I am just glad-er that my office is not in town as the commute is at least 3 to 4 times worst. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there is this train that pass by empty everyday, but is not for passenger service, I quote. Everytime I see it, I Will somehow pray that SMRT will on that day be nice and say "Hey, just for today, empty train for ya!!!". Sadly so, it never happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3269883163422814744?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3269883163422814744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/commute-commute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3269883163422814744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3269883163422814744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/commute-commute.html' title='Commute... commute...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5246584065145240189</id><published>2011-03-13T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:47:15.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Jar of hearts</title><content type='html'>A song I found recently on YouTube. Strong lyrics, apparently the singer wrote it herself over her own love experience. The song itself is a strong reflection of what I wish I can do and be strong enough to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="song_description"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perri penned the song about a  serial heartbreaker she once dated. The singer stated in her blog the  story behind the tune: "I wrote the song after I went home to  Philadelphia for the holiday last  December. I sat in my childhood  bedroom and hid from the boy (with the jar of hearts) who wanted to see  me. My heart wanted to see him, my head knew better." The song's music  video was directed by Jay Martin and was shot on a soundstage designed  as a New York City street.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="b-lyrics-header-container" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Christina Perri&lt;br /&gt;Jar Of Hearts lyrics&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I can't take one more step towards you&lt;br /&gt;Cause all that's waiting is regret&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore&lt;br /&gt;You lost the love I loved the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to live half alive&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're asking all around&lt;br /&gt;If I am anywhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;But I have grown too strong&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned to live half alive&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, it took so long just to feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Remember how to put back the light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed&lt;br /&gt;Cause you broke all your promises&lt;br /&gt;And now you're back&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to get me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back at all&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5246584065145240189?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5246584065145240189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/jar-of-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5246584065145240189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5246584065145240189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar of hearts'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8v_4O44sfjM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-9086450592760228495</id><published>2011-03-11T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:46:09.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Shops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobby'/><title type='text'>Gaming - My Shops</title><content type='html'>Been pretty much addicted to gaming since like forever. Not many know this, but I could be stuck in my room without food and drink with lights off from morning till night to play my game during my Uni life. Played hardcore online games like WOW, Diablo, Battlefield, Counter Strike, even Gunbound. Don't even start on my lists of Strategy war games, some stupid girls games that I played for the sake of curiosity. I have always followed SIMS right from SIMS 1, just to see what else can it progress into and how good the graphics could get and how pretty my house could be decorated. Phew, my heart is pounding as I am writing, what a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with Facebook, I am crazy on trying every game I can get my hands on, some I have already deleted as it gets really boring and some have even stopped developing. Today, I had some time on hand, well maybe I can try make myself useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, this is what I have on hand, anymore interesting ones? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wNhxwmnwwSE/TXpBWxFQH-I/AAAAAAAABFM/hD-5XFI4Vdg/s1600/fa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wNhxwmnwwSE/TXpBWxFQH-I/AAAAAAAABFM/hD-5XFI4Vdg/s640/fa.png" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have just started playing a new game, My Shops and it's really interesting, at least for now. Check it out. &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/myshopsgame/"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/myshopsgame/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that I don't have to wait until every stock, that is their bread and cakes to be totally sold out to be able to stock some more. That means I can come into the game at any point of time to restock the almost sold out goods. That's cool, not many apps have got this feature. Though I hate how the "energy", in here it's called Love generates every 6 minutes and now at level 7, I have only 15 MAX. I have to log in at 1.5 hours interval so that the Love would not be wasted. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like how I can build more shops in higher level. Now I can actually build a PET SHOP! But, I don't have any more $$. Cute in-game NPC interactions, decent graphics and sound and buyable things. So far so good, I am still hyped. Interesting ideas on how you have to "create" more people by combining two different characters. Buying stocks takes minutes, instead of hours like other games. It's so cool, you gamers should try it, too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZuuRDm3zLbY/TXo959gf9CI/AAAAAAAABFI/syN96_wgC3Q/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZuuRDm3zLbY/TXo959gf9CI/AAAAAAAABFI/syN96_wgC3Q/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-9086450592760228495?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/9086450592760228495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/gaming-my-shops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/9086450592760228495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/9086450592760228495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/gaming-my-shops.html' title='Gaming - My Shops'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wNhxwmnwwSE/TXpBWxFQH-I/AAAAAAAABFM/hD-5XFI4Vdg/s72-c/fa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3830407705242279794</id><published>2011-01-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:25:35.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Defying gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Defying Gravity* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has changed within me  &lt;br /&gt;Something is not the same  &lt;br /&gt;I'm through with playing by the rules  &lt;br /&gt;Of someone else's game  &lt;br /&gt;Too late for second-guessing  &lt;br /&gt;Too late to go back to sleep  &lt;br /&gt;It's time to trust my instincts  &lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes: and leap!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try  &lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try  &lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye &lt;br /&gt;I am defying gravity &lt;br /&gt;And you wont bring me down!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through accepting limits  &lt;br /&gt;''cause someone says they're so  &lt;br /&gt;Some things I cannot change  &lt;br /&gt;But till I try, I'll never know!  &lt;br /&gt;Too long I've been afraid of  &lt;br /&gt;Losing love I guess I've lost  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: 0.75em;"&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/defying-gravity-lyrics-glee-cast.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that's love  &lt;br /&gt;It comes at much too high a cost!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy  &lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity  &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye  &lt;br /&gt;I'm defying gravity  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try  &lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br /&gt;And you wont bring me down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy  &lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity  &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye  &lt;br /&gt;I'm defying gravity  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try  &lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br /&gt;And you won't bring me down! &lt;br /&gt;bring me down! &lt;br /&gt;ohh ohhh ohhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3830407705242279794?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3830407705242279794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/defying-gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3830407705242279794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3830407705242279794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying gravity'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2388426345316208824</id><published>2011-01-25T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:18:24.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>In the stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Aries, no one has ever accused you of being overly diplomatic. In  fact,  since you have no compunction about saying what you think, your mouth   regularly gets you into trouble. It's true that your verbal outbursts  often  relieve tension in tight situations, but there are times when  kind words are a  more effective way to get a point across. Why not try  it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's written in the stars! What? I don't know how people get through their lives saying what they don't mean. For me, if I don't mean it, I don't say it. As simple as that, neither I go pretending to like somebody when I actually don't. Maybe that's why I have easily counted number of close friends, I might be losing friendship chances with people that will "grow on you" type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I have been feeling largely guilty about something I did back in November 2010. I was in this very close friendship with these 8 girls, all with the gungho and the cheesy name. We were 'almost famous' during uni time. Then one of the girl, aka bitch stole another girl's &lt;strike&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strike&gt; fiance. It was all pretty maddening, as I was the first one who knew somehow. To cut the long story short, the shameless pair came to the wedding that I was attending. I met them for the very first time and how I hated what they did. All of them hugged and kissed like nothing ever happened. I can't, I just can't! I tried to avoid them, yet the bitch got the nerve to tap me on my shoulder and cheerfully said Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had this battle in my head, whether to say hi back or do something else. So, I turned around, looked at her and then I turned away. From the corner of my eye, I saw her running to that boyfriend she had stolen, and he told her "it's allright", and then they left the party shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong? I know it isn't my boyfriend she has stolen, but as a girl, I can feel the pain. My friend is standing right beside me as the both of them stood hand in hand. Her heart must have sunken, and I refused to accept those people that did this to her. I refused to let them be together in peace, thinking that everybody accepted them. It's horrid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, coming out of this traumatic friendship, we found out who is real. Who was willing to cry for us and with us. Thank God for this friends, they are most precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TT7pkv2UHAI/AAAAAAAABFA/xRd6yB1T3pM/s1600/165177_1580803559142_1207263651_31313182_5174176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TT7pkv2UHAI/AAAAAAAABFA/xRd6yB1T3pM/s400/165177_1580803559142_1207263651_31313182_5174176_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2388426345316208824?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2388426345316208824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2388426345316208824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2388426345316208824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-stars.html' title='In the stars...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TT7pkv2UHAI/AAAAAAAABFA/xRd6yB1T3pM/s72-c/165177_1580803559142_1207263651_31313182_5174176_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2345020266859328633</id><published>2011-01-20T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:26:39.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>It's Friday~</title><content type='html'>and everybody in the office is in a light-hearted mood. Chirpy laughter is all around, it's usually like this, but sometimes the pressure of work and never ending customer demands killed the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten my leave for CNY, will be home for Gong Xi Gong Xi, so looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2345020266859328633?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2345020266859328633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2345020266859328633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2345020266859328633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday~'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4875028781168584562</id><published>2011-01-20T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:50:29.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Bloggers block?</title><content type='html'>Now I know why, recently I have been watching too much Korean drama, neglecting my book reading. If I don't read, I don't have the urge to write, neither have I the language power to write. Hence, the blank in this blog. Apologies to whoever patiently waiting to hear me, hehehe... I don't think there's many, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start reading again! &lt;br /&gt;Chiao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4875028781168584562?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4875028781168584562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloggers-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4875028781168584562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4875028781168584562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers block?'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5325276523706224258</id><published>2011-01-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:32:43.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>2011!!</title><content type='html'>1 year no see? Have been a slow start of the new year. Enjoying myself with my aunts who are visiting. Been going out shopping, $$$$ all the way gone. Lots of resolutions to focus on and lots of improvements to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Blogging from iphone is not as simple as I thought. That's it for today! See ya when I can catch hold of my PC! Muacks all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5325276523706224258?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5325276523706224258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5325276523706224258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5325276523706224258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2192143038425607837</id><published>2010-12-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:30:29.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Last post for 2010</title><content type='html'>Where has 2010 gone? I haven't even gotten used to writing 2010 while jotting down dates and now I have to change to 2011. What have I done for 2010? Except enjoying my job, I haven't been doing anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what else can I do for 2011? Well, there are certain achievements I wish I could fulfill next year, physically, monetarily and emotionally. Wish I can be more Mahatma, less selfish, lesser tantrum, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned a lot this year from workplace, how to be a more likable being, most importantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sign off anyway, got company lunch to go, see you next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2192143038425607837?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2192143038425607837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2192143038425607837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2192143038425607837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-for-2010.html' title='Last post for 2010'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1663505188116057166</id><published>2010-11-28T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T06:40:02.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Have a happy wedding life, Cuzzie!</title><content type='html'>He's an oxen, same age as me, with similar characters like me. One who seemed to be so indifferent by anything. I was in the same primary school and in the same class with him for years, watched him fight with his sister, all with the hair pulling and the biting. Didn't realise that he's now a grown man, I stood there watching his eyes grew misty when he kissed his parents, thanking them for their love and care. As he came down the stage, he saw me, I was surprised that he shook my hand, gave me a big hug and kiss my cheeks. He was so grateful for us coming all the way down for his wedding. I felt so appreciated and touched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to eternal happiness, may you two bring happiness to each other and everyone else's too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1663505188116057166?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1663505188116057166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-happy-wedding-life-cuzzie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1663505188116057166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1663505188116057166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-happy-wedding-life-cuzzie.html' title='Have a happy wedding life, Cuzzie!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3856029805000476712</id><published>2010-11-25T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:28:20.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><title type='text'>Hey ho....</title><content type='html'>When was the last time this blog was updated? Can't even remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy with worklife, going back home for one of my BFF wedding which is also a joyful reunion for all of us. Met adorable new friends, made old friend an enemy who deleted me off her Facebook. Whatever, what I did to her was obviously and agreeably so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and I got a wedding RSVP for next year September, too! Heee... Very happy for the couple. Everybody seems to be getting married, having kids, while my man is nowhere near, sometimes he's there, sometimes just like now, he vanished into thin air. So tired of God's game with us, but hey that means I have other options isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow heading back home again for a cousin's wedding, so this time it's purely family reunion!! Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics are all in Facebook, been updating well since I got my iPhone4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3856029805000476712?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3856029805000476712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3856029805000476712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3856029805000476712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-ho.html' title='Hey ho....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3844907523717913804</id><published>2010-10-31T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T06:05:00.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Life isn't easy...</title><content type='html'>Yours isn't easy? Neither is mine, the same goes to everyone else's. There are times that I think life is unfair, that God is unfair, FML as what the facebookers love to write. There are times my life sucks to the very max that I think of taking a leapt out of my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often have to remind myself that whenever I start to think that life is unfair, there are people who didn't even have a chance to say that. Their life always sucks! Why didn't you tell God, why is he blind while I can see this beautiful world so clear. Why are You so unfair, take my eyes for him. I often forget to be grateful for what I have, I promise to learn to cherish what I have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when friends look at me and asked why am I so happy all the time? I am not, really, my life is not perfect, far from it even. I just learn to take things on its stride. Some will say that I am easily contented, so what? Can you say that you are happier than me by being so demanding all the time? I don't even say that I am happier than you, learn that people have different ways of dealing with their own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also times when people felt so jealous with me because of my exterior happy go lucky behavior. I can sense that they are cursing me to suffer the same fate as they are. I don't hide that I am happy, but do you see me when I am upset and disappointed? I, too feel the same pain. I, too have worries. It's just that I chose what I reveal to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't right that because I came from wealthy family, my life is problem free. Heaven is where you will be problem free. There are times that I am lucky when I found a dollar on the street. Remember that there are times that I fell down on the street, twice in a day, for nothing. If seeing me in pain makes your life feel that better, that's too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3844907523717913804?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3844907523717913804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-isnt-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3844907523717913804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3844907523717913804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-isnt-easy.html' title='Life isn&apos;t easy...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5606386893376308505</id><published>2010-09-30T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:59:58.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Like a dream....</title><content type='html'>Yesternight I had a farewell dinner for a colleague whom I have come to work with closely, grown accustomed to his existence in office. Well, he's gone now, though of course the friendship remains, felt uneasy without him. Came into office floating around like it's a dream, don't know it's because of the booze last night or it's the numbed feeling. My brain was thinking about so many other things on the journey that the music from my phone seems like it was never there. Didn't hear a word or a tune from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came in, another colleague decided to leave, too, though I have known him for mere 2 months, it's salt added to my wound. I just broke down and teared, especially after reading one of their farewell email. I promised myself that I wouldn't grow so close with colleagues, but somehow we are just drawn to each other. Might take some time in getting used to everything again, maybe I will never, but we'll just see how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue blue Friday! Well, at least I got the weekend to mourn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5606386893376308505?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5606386893376308505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5606386893376308505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5606386893376308505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-dream.html' title='Like a dream....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3247915548858718923</id><published>2010-09-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:14:35.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton and Lace has new products! Check it out~</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/p/cotton-and-lace-creations.html&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cotton and Lace Customised Pet Bed&lt;/u&gt; (Handmade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item is handmade from Indonesia - Jakarta.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Order will take minimum a month to reach Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Price: &lt;span style="background-color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;$110&lt;/span&gt; each.&lt;br /&gt;By default the size: Diameter 60 Cm, Thickness 20 Cm.&lt;br /&gt;You can request for design, color, and letters you want for the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any questions, can give me a buzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Animal Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmA8ABfhI/AAAAAAAABCc/as4nbTv5QfQ/s1600/44383_124063390976151_100001174717241_126939_3532649_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Blogger makes it so freaking easy and unlike before where I spent hours decoding the right thing, now I spent more time selecting the gorgeous background and layouts. Within clicks, Tadaaaaaaa!! AWESOMENESS!! Luckily I stuck by Blogger! Hehehehehhehehehe.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1468496960769665183?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1468496960769665183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/newwwwwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1468496960769665183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1468496960769665183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/newwwwwwww.html' title='NEWWWWWWWW!!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8929972874936384701</id><published>2010-09-10T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T05:57:12.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>When animals</title><content type='html'>is no longer animals in our heart, they behaved differently, looked differently, felt differently and treated differently. Probably it's just me, but I see a different shine in the eyes of the animals that comes into my life to become my pets. Recently after Rhino came to me, my cousin asked me why all of my pets looked cuter and different than the ones that she ever had. The question struck me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe when our pets are treated humanely, they behave differently. From all the furkids that I mixed with from all of my friends, I can tell that all of them are especially loved by their mommies and daddies, their eyes shine with adoration when they looked at their parents. When I see the dogs at the pet shops, yes they are undoubtedly cute as buttons, but their eyes has no shine, a lifeless look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these animals came into me, I make sure they are well fed, cleaned after, and I really mean CLEAN! I don't like animal smells, I don't care if my pets like it, I just know that I don't. It's unhealthy for us human, too. I believe when they come to me, I chose them, they don't come to me begging to be kept, but I brought them into my house and so it depends on me whether their life is happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, had the exact breed of hammy and she asked me why her hamster is so freaking ugly. I told her, well, you kept her in the corner of the house floor, her food is placed there until the next refill, you barely even look at her everyday, forgetting her existence even. When it's time to clean her, your maid just took out the bedding and refill it. Her cage smells, so does she, how can she be cute in your eyes? For you, she is just another animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sleeping soundly, he now trust me to not stirring even as I bug him in his sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIop03vZElI/AAAAAAAABDM/zhqo3xwOfWA/s1600/CIMG2453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIop03vZElI/AAAAAAAABDM/zhqo3xwOfWA/s640/CIMG2453.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestly, I didn't know that hamster can be tamed, all I know that they bite. I don't know that they can lick, they respond to their name and willingly came up to your hand. The power of communication, bonding, touch and talking is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8929972874936384701?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8929972874936384701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8929972874936384701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8929972874936384701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-animals.html' title='When animals'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIop03vZElI/AAAAAAAABDM/zhqo3xwOfWA/s72-c/CIMG2453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2797929090518907767</id><published>2010-09-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:41:43.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Yayyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hard days of work, we finally made it in to the new office. Everybody is settling down, the mood is chirpy and joyful. Well, my colleagues and bosses are all pretty close to each other, more like brothers and sisters, so everyday is like a jungle in the office. I love them lots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can utter harmless jokes cruelly to each other, knowing that the other party knows it's a joke and won't get hurt. We are always ready to stand up for one another and when someone makes a mistake, the rest won't hesitate to let them know. Where else to find a workplace like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went for drinking and somebody becomes a Merlion, there will be someone by his/her side to take care of the aftermath, cleaning after them and make sure they reached home safely. Last night after a dinner celebration we went to a pub, after some high-ing, we went home after making sure those drunk ones are driven home. Surprised to see that a bunch of them texted me after I reached home to report safety. Hahaha... When I didn't reply their SMS, cos I was cleaning up for sleep, they called me to ensure I am safe home. I felt like I belong somewhere again, finally...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My second happy family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TInMhHsoRhI/AAAAAAAABC8/_phJSCa63dA/s1600/CIMG2506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TInMhHsoRhI/AAAAAAAABC8/_phJSCa63dA/s640/CIMG2506.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2797929090518907767?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2797929090518907767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/yayyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2797929090518907767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2797929090518907767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/yayyy.html' title='Yayyy!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TInMhHsoRhI/AAAAAAAABC8/_phJSCa63dA/s72-c/CIMG2506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-135136316963215277</id><published>2010-09-07T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:16:25.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Everything new....</title><content type='html'>New office, a merging of our 2 sales departments. Have been busy packing for this whole week, which is also a good time to rest my mind from working and all the stress. For us, the long weekend starts last Friday. So cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new office at iHub looks great, I like my new sitting place, with wall at my back, woot~ Super privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing all the colleagues will get along well like we used to, especially my two lovely lady bosses. For them to work together at the same place, again! Everybody seems hyped about the moving in together, the excitement was evident, hope it will last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-135136316963215277?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/135136316963215277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/135136316963215277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/135136316963215277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-new.html' title='Everything new....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7222514127722768344</id><published>2010-09-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:40:28.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CottonAndLace'/><title type='text'>Cotton and Lace customised bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cotton and Lace Customised Pet Bed&lt;/u&gt; (Handmade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item is handmade from Indonesia - Jakarta.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Order will take minimum a month to reach Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Price: &lt;span style="background-color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;$110&lt;/span&gt; each.&lt;br /&gt;By default the size: Diameter 60 Cm, Thickness 20 Cm.&lt;br /&gt;You can request for design, color, and letters you want for the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Any questions, can give me a buzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Animal Edition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmA8ABfhI/AAAAAAAABCc/as4nbTv5QfQ/s1600/44383_124063390976151_100001174717241_126939_3532649_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmA8ABfhI/AAAAAAAABCc/as4nbTv5QfQ/s640/44383_124063390976151_100001174717241_126939_3532649_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sewn in design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmEj6BYTI/AAAAAAAABCk/_XBfSJl5WAA/s1600/44383_124063394309484_100001174717241_126940_5695019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmEj6BYTI/AAAAAAAABCk/_XBfSJl5WAA/s640/44383_124063394309484_100001174717241_126940_5695019_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sports Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHpFBNjzAI/AAAAAAAABC0/tuBTVRWRdIA/s1600/39077_117965008252656_100001174717241_99024_6418174_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="516" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHpFBNjzAI/AAAAAAAABC0/tuBTVRWRdIA/s640/39077_117965008252656_100001174717241_99024_6418174_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is the original size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmIxNrLeI/AAAAAAAABCs/RNrDlrDUht8/s1600/44383_124063397642817_100001174717241_126941_5923133_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmIxNrLeI/AAAAAAAABCs/RNrDlrDUht8/s640/44383_124063397642817_100001174717241_126941_5923133_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7222514127722768344?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7222514127722768344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/cotton-and-lace-customised-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7222514127722768344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7222514127722768344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/cotton-and-lace-customised-bed.html' title='Cotton and Lace customised bed'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIHmA8ABfhI/AAAAAAAABCc/as4nbTv5QfQ/s72-c/44383_124063390976151_100001174717241_126939_3532649_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7067269880050532356</id><published>2010-09-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:34:56.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Not in a good mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIEHO0oKfyI/AAAAAAAABCM/cMaDfouKvjU/s1600/CIMG2419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIEHO0oKfyI/AAAAAAAABCM/cMaDfouKvjU/s400/CIMG2419.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me, April....&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I have been playing with the hammy too much....&lt;br /&gt;Heeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7067269880050532356?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7067269880050532356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-in-good-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7067269880050532356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7067269880050532356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-in-good-mood.html' title='Not in a good mood...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TIEHO0oKfyI/AAAAAAAABCM/cMaDfouKvjU/s72-c/CIMG2419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5869474044879190818</id><published>2010-08-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:10:38.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammy'/><title type='text'>So, this is how it feels like...</title><content type='html'>Having to give up one's pet is not easy. Well, in the first place, hammyboy isn't mine, never was. He was just to stay over the long weekend and to be returned to Ade on Monday. But, he's just so cute and lovable that I actually dragged returning him longer. Ade actually didn't want him back and looking for someone to adopt him, he's actually under 'probation' with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week, everybody at home loved him, even BIL, so I thought he would have a chance. By the end of the week, BIL was complaining when am I going to return the boy home. I gave him endless reasons, dragging his stay longer. By now, he's 3 weeks with me. Watching him, knowing him, I know I'm in love. He's just so special, cute and lovely, I can't bear to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understood BIL has always liked animals, but since April came into his life, her messes is a nightmare and he is ever since traumatized by whatever animals. He seriously wanted me to return hammyboy, so seeing him is a nightmare for me too. These past week, I dreaded seeing him, afraid he would ask about hammyboy again. I find that it's not right, for such little creature to bring so much anxiety for me, for BIL and even for Sis as BIL kept bugging Sis as well. He's supposed to be a blessing to someone's life, though he did bring happiness to me, but the anxiety is overwhelming. I just can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ I just don't know what to do. I ask my close friends who might like him, but on the other hand, I really don't want to let him go. He's just so lovely and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy is toilet trained (peeing only), he would go to the sand and pee. I bought clumping sand, and it's so easy to clean up. &lt;br /&gt;He recognize my scent and would lick my finger and allow me to carry him. But, he will always almost immediately bit into Sis finger.&lt;br /&gt;I always open the OVO cage to air it out, even if I leave it open overnight, he never jump out of the cage. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;He will come out from his tissue packed house whenever I call his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hold him like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0Oa1zgSI/AAAAAAAABBc/4ocDjxLFZX0/s1600/CIMG2370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0Oa1zgSI/AAAAAAAABBc/4ocDjxLFZX0/s640/CIMG2370.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He will spit out the food from his pouch to wiggle free.. lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0QBOyZ2I/AAAAAAAABBk/7FTnDqii7Qc/s1600/CIMG2371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0QBOyZ2I/AAAAAAAABBk/7FTnDqii7Qc/s640/CIMG2371.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a handsome boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0bI6LWEI/AAAAAAAABCE/LqR1jz7_MOo/s1600/CIMG23820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0bI6LWEI/AAAAAAAABCE/LqR1jz7_MOo/s640/CIMG23820.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0SwnUzpI/AAAAAAAABBs/_BiPSGLJRJ0/s1600/CIMG23790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0SwnUzpI/AAAAAAAABBs/_BiPSGLJRJ0/s640/CIMG23790.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0Vjcnz7I/AAAAAAAABB0/YBU2ZEpQMgY/s1600/CIMG23800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0Vjcnz7I/AAAAAAAABB0/YBU2ZEpQMgY/s640/CIMG23800.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0YTCTlhI/AAAAAAAABB8/jwrMa2iAX5w/s1600/CIMG23810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0YTCTlhI/AAAAAAAABB8/jwrMa2iAX5w/s640/CIMG23810.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5869474044879190818?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5869474044879190818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-this-is-how-it-feels-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5869474044879190818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5869474044879190818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-this-is-how-it-feels-like.html' title='So, this is how it feels like...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/THk0Oa1zgSI/AAAAAAAABBc/4ocDjxLFZX0/s72-c/CIMG2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5037417016861171424</id><published>2010-08-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T07:01:28.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Had a good day</title><content type='html'>Had a short meetup with the girls at USDB, quite a so so place, just that there's so many goodies to buy for the kiddos.The people are friendly and genuinely sincere, especially the Auntie, thought she would be all yayapapaya (woops~). Across the place is a pet shop, oh man, I have to restrain myself from buying more and more and more. This month I have been spending like there's no tomorrow, especially with the new hammy boy, I have to retrain myself next month, I MUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, anyway, good to see the usual girls, been missing out on a lot of updates, and haven't been seeing the kiddos for the longest time ever. Phew, glad to be out~ Come out and play again, soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5037417016861171424?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5037417016861171424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/had-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5037417016861171424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5037417016861171424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/had-good-day.html' title='Had a good day'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1461562188312951125</id><published>2010-08-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:52:20.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>First time ever</title><content type='html'>1.48 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sober and very very alert, I am back home from Silk Club, Orchard Hotel. It's a very dear colleague's birthday, I dressed down, decided just to chill. Indeed I did, didn't even drink a drop. The song was unbelievably ancient, the same songs I heard when I was clubbing when I was 19. Gotten me to reminisce, except that now I don't have the confidence, the energy, much less the figure to dance on the bar top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, good to be back home with baby April by my side though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1461562188312951125?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1461562188312951125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-time-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1461562188312951125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1461562188312951125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-time-ever.html' title='First time ever'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4532496556642198480</id><published>2010-08-15T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:47:41.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Amazed..</title><content type='html'>Erica Goldson, a refreshing Valedictorian speech; honest and humble yet so incredibly powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M4tdMsg3ts?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M4tdMsg3ts?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here I stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;There is a                story of a young, but earnest Zen student who approached his teacher,                and asked the Master, "If I work very hard and diligently,                how long will it take for me to find Zen? The Master thought about                this, then replied, "Ten years." The student then said,                "But what if I work very, very hard and really apply myself                to learn fast – How long then?" Replied the Master, "Well,                twenty years." "But, if I really, really work at it, how                long then?" asked the student. "Thirty years," replied                the Master. "But, I do not understand," said the disappointed                student. "At each time that I say I will work harder, you say                it will take me longer. Why do you say that?" Replied the Master,                "When you have one eye on the goal, you only have one eye on                the path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;This is the                dilemma I've faced within the American education system. We are                so focused on a goal, whether it be passing a test, or graduating                as first in the class. However, in this way, we do not really learn.                We do whatever it takes to achieve our original objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Some of you                may be thinking, "Well, if you pass a test, or become valedictorian,                didn't you learn something? Well, yes, you learned something, but                not all that you could have. Perhaps, you only learned how to memorize                names, places, and dates to later on forget in order to clear your                mind for the next test. School is not all that it can be. Right                now, it is a place for most people to determine that their goal                is to get out as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 135px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;nou=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=lewrockwell&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;asins=B0027VSS6S" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;                  &lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I am now accomplishing                that goal. I am graduating. I should look at this as a positive                experience, especially being at the top of my class. However, in                retrospect, I cannot say that I am any more intelligent than my                peers. I can attest that I am only the best at doing what I am told                and working the system. Yet, here I stand, and I am supposed to                be proud that I have completed this period of indoctrination. I                will leave in the fall to go on to the next phase expected of me,                in order to receive a paper document that certifies that I am capable                of work. But I contend that I am a human being, a thinker, an adventurer                – not a worker. A worker is someone who is trapped within repetition                – a slave of the system set up before him. But now, I have                successfully shown that I was the best slave. I did what I was told                to the extreme. While others sat in class and doodled to later become                great artists, I sat in class to take notes and become a great test-taker.                While others would come to class without their homework done because                they were reading about an interest of theirs, I never missed an                assignment. While others were creating music and writing lyrics,                I decided to do extra credit, even though I never needed it. So,                I wonder, why did I even want this position? Sure, I earned it,                but what will come of it? When I leave educational institutionalism,                will I be successful or forever lost? I have no clue about what                I want to do with my life; I have no interests because I saw every                subject of study as work, and I excelled at every subject just for                the purpose of excelling, not learning. And quite frankly, now I'm                scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;John Taylor                Gatto, a retired school teacher and activist critical of compulsory                schooling, asserts, "We could encourage the best qualities                of youthfulness – curiosity, adventure, resilience, the capacity                for surprising insight simply by being more flexible about time,                texts, and tests, by introducing kids into truly competent adults,                and by giving each student what autonomy he or she needs in order                to take a risk every now and then. But we don't do that." Between                these cinderblock walls, we are all expected to be the same. We                are trained to ace every standardized test, and those who deviate                and see light through a different lens are worthless to the scheme                of public education, and therefore viewed with contempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 135px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;                    &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;nou=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=lewrockwell&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;asins=0945700040" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;H. L. Mencken                wrote in &lt;i&gt;The American Mercury&lt;/i&gt; for April 1924 that the aim                of public education is not "to fill the young of the species                with knowledge and awaken their intelligence. ... Nothing could                be further from the truth. The aim ... is simply to reduce as many                individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed and train                a standardized citizenry, to put down dissent and originality. That                is its aim in the United States."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;To illustrate                this idea, doesn't it perturb you to learn about the idea of "critical                thinking?" Is there really such a thing as "uncritically                thinking?" To think is to process information in order to form                an opinion. But if we are not critical when processing this information,                are we really thinking? Or are we mindlessly accepting other opinions                as truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;This was happening                to me, and if it wasn't for the rare occurrence of an avant-garde                tenth grade English teacher, Donna Bryan, who allowed me to open                my mind and ask questions before accepting textbook doctrine, I                would have been doomed. I am now enlightened, but my mind still                feels disabled. I must retrain myself and constantly remember how                insane this ostensibly sane place really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And now here                I am in a world guided by fear, a world suppressing the uniqueness                that lies inside each of us, a world where we can either acquiesce                to the inhuman nonsense of corporatism and materialism or insist                on change. We are not enlivened by an educational system that clandestinely                sets us up for jobs that could be automated, for work that need                not be done, for enslavement without fervency for meaningful achievement.                We have no choices in life when money is our motivational force.                Our motivational force ought to be passion, but this is lost from                the moment we step into a system that trains us, rather than inspires                us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;We are more                than robotic bookshelves, conditioned to blurt out facts we were                taught in school. We are all very special, every human on this planet                is so special, so aren't we all deserving of something better, of                using our minds for innovation, rather than memorization, for creativity,                rather than futile activity, for rumination rather than stagnation?                We are not here to get a degree, to then get a job, so we can consume                industry-approved placation after placation. There is more, and                more still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 135px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;nou=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=lewrockwell&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;asins=0974925322" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;                  &lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The saddest                part is that the majority of students don't have the opportunity                to reflect as I did. The majority of students are put through the                same brainwashing techniques in order to create a complacent labor                force working in the interests of large corporations and secretive                government, and worst of all, they are completely unaware of it.                I will never be able to turn back these 18 years. I can't run away                to another country with an education system meant to enlighten rather                than condition. This part of my life is over, and I want to make                sure that no other child will have his or her potential suppressed                by powers meant to exploit and control. We are human beings. We                are thinkers, dreamers, explorers, artists, writers, engineers.                We are anything we want to be – but only if we have an educational                system that supports us rather than holds us down. A tree can grow,                but only if its roots are given a healthy foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For those of                you out there that must continue to sit in desks and yield to the                authoritarian ideologies of instructors, do not be disheartened.                You still have the opportunity to stand up, ask questions, be critical,                and create your own perspective. Demand a setting that will provide                you with intellectual capabilities that allow you to expand your                mind instead of directing it. Demand that you be interested in class.                Demand that the excuse, "You have to learn this for the test"                is not good enough for you. Education is an excellent tool, if used                properly, but focus more on learning rather than getting good grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 135px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;                   &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;nou=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=lewrockwell&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;asins=0394752090" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For those of                you that work within the system that I am condemning, I do not mean                to insult; I intend to motivate. You have the power to change the                incompetencies of this system. I know that you did not become a                teacher or administrator to see your students bored. You cannot                accept the authority of the governing bodies that tell you what                to teach, how to teach it, and that you will be punished if you                do not comply. Our potential is at stake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For those of                you that are now leaving this establishment, I say, do not forget                what went on in these classrooms. Do not abandon those that come                after you. We are the new future and we are not going to let tradition                stand. We will break down the walls of corruption to let a garden                of knowledge grow throughout America. Once educated properly, we                will have the power to do anything, and best of all, we will only                use that power for good, for we will be cultivated and wise. We                will not accept anything at face value. We will ask questions, and                we will demand truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So, here I                stand. I am not standing here as valedictorian by myself. I was                molded by my environment, by all of my peers who are sitting here                watching me. I couldn't have accomplished this without all of you.                It was all of you who truly made me the person I am today. It was                all of you who were my competition, yet my backbone. In that way,                we are all valedictorians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I am now supposed                to say farewell to this institution, those who maintain it, and                those who stand with me and behind me, but I hope this farewell                is more of a "see you later" when we are all working together                to rear a pedagogic movement. But first, let's go get those pieces                of paper that tell us that we're smart enough to do so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reprinted                from &lt;a href="http://www.sott.net/"&gt;Signs of the Times&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4532496556642198480?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4532496556642198480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4532496556642198480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4532496556642198480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/amazed.html' title='Amazed..'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1265810372477057150</id><published>2010-08-14T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:52:15.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Petopia Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Has been thinking to visit this place since day 1 it opened at Yio Chu Kang. Excited that today I finally got the time to book a grooming session for April. One glance through, super happy that it's clean and smell damn good. Seriously, I hate doggie smells. Then, a smell did came through, April poo-ed (urghh~), which Marcus voluntarily cleaned it up for me. Anyway, a tour around got me craving for a micro-bubble spa session and clay spa thingy also sounds delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought to wait around for April to finish, but in the end decided to show up at the 7 month prayer at Head Office, it's in the East, Oh My God~ Somehow, felt at ease to leave April there anyway. After grooming, put her at the boarding for 1.5 hours. Thought she will be trembling like she usually did after grooming, but when I picked her up, she was excitedly happy yet seemed to be at ease. A good sign that something has been done right over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie groomed April and although there are rooms for improvement, not too shabby. I like how she notices things that I didn't. She said April is okay, while I assume she's toning it down, April is traumatizing, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatjttMxwI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8vclY_rgsqQ/s1600/14082010209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatjttMxwI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8vclY_rgsqQ/s640/14082010209.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Current hobby, watching Hammy Boy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatnGLuuNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/TFv5Dgol6ek/s1600/14082010213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatnGLuuNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/TFv5Dgol6ek/s640/14082010213.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutie Hammy Boy, sleeping~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatqc4YC4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rH7fL0bb8Mw/s1600/14082010212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatqc4YC4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rH7fL0bb8Mw/s640/14082010212.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1265810372477057150?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1265810372477057150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/petopia-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1265810372477057150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1265810372477057150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/petopia-day.html' title='Petopia Day'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGatjttMxwI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8vclY_rgsqQ/s72-c/14082010209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1524832524314376213</id><published>2010-08-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:10:51.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Feeding addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGVfnbC498I/AAAAAAAAA-A/BcPaKysDUt4/s1600/13082010205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGVfnbC498I/AAAAAAAAA-A/BcPaKysDUt4/s320/13082010205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cage, sponsored by Missy Boss. I told her the little hammy boy is still under probation, to keep him or not is up to the house owner, BIL. So fast, she got him a cage already and handed it to me. How can I not keep hammyboy? Sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else you find a boss that feeds on your addiction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1524832524314376213?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1524832524314376213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeding-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1524832524314376213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1524832524314376213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeding-addiction.html' title='Feeding addiction'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TGVfnbC498I/AAAAAAAAA-A/BcPaKysDUt4/s72-c/13082010205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8239565139513437157</id><published>2010-08-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:18:18.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Happy with my new toy</title><content type='html'>Hammy boyyyyy...... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamboy is pretty active at twilight, he spent the rest of the hours sleeping....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will lick at my finger, nibble nibble and if I don't take away my finger, I'm pretty sure he will bit into it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I put tissues all around the cage, he will move it into a bundle at one corner the next morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He move tissues around by putting them inside his pouch first. super cuteeeeeeee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is cranky when you wake him up from his sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bath sand actually works in cleaning and make his smell dissappear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee.... still learning a lot about him. Later peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8239565139513437157?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8239565139513437157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-with-my-new-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8239565139513437157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8239565139513437157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-with-my-new-toy.html' title='Happy with my new toy'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1764508779507408443</id><published>2010-08-09T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T06:26:57.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Deep deep inside...</title><content type='html'>It has been a couple of rough weeks, people passed on, furkids passed on, somehow I noticed mournful notice these past weeks. My condolences, time may not heal every wound, but it will get better, memories stay on to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that life is short, never know when it's going to end. I braved myself to ask someone very important in my life to come over for a visit to Singapore. He agreed, though not too sure when. I find myself thinking what am I looking for in his coming here, or rather what am I hoping for? 7 years isn't enough for me to let him go, will I be able to if I meet him one last time. A closure? I feared, what if our meeting ended up with me holding on still to the newest memories and carry it with me for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1764508779507408443?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1764508779507408443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/deep-deep-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1764508779507408443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1764508779507408443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/deep-deep-inside.html' title='Deep deep inside...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5439051077738572727</id><published>2010-08-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T07:28:35.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>SALT</title><content type='html'>Something came into my mind as I watched Salt in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;What is the strongest thing in the world? No diamond, no money can match up to it if it ever surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;Simply LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by it, crazed by it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least in THAT movie. She took no second glance as she killed another human being, she winced not when she got shot, she showed no hesitation to jump off from high places, but she shed tear (almost, but it's good enough) as her husband was killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How powerful LOVE is, you can't see it, but you can feel it. One reason why people around the world do numerous, unthinkable, unreasonable stupid things for. How ironic that LOVE and its greatest enemy, HATE is just one needle point away. When LOVE is gone, then that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5439051077738572727?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5439051077738572727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/salt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5439051077738572727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5439051077738572727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/salt.html' title='SALT'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2194349634590977167</id><published>2010-08-07T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T07:12:45.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Hamboy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TF1o-DVji-I/AAAAAAAAA80/1rMzKLwNm30/s320/07082010185.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Borrowed Ade's hammy boy for the weekend, so cuteeeeee......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me wanna have one, too, but it seemed to be so small and fragile. I kinda have a phobia towards hamsters, cos one bit me a decade ago, but this little boy licked my hand the moment I saw him. So awww... At twilight, I can hear him playing on his wheel, hee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't understand much about hammies, kinda scary to keep him, haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2194349634590977167?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2194349634590977167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/hamboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2194349634590977167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2194349634590977167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/hamboy.html' title='Hamboy~'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TF1o-DVji-I/AAAAAAAAA80/1rMzKLwNm30/s72-c/07082010185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8824787417240178751</id><published>2010-08-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:19:47.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>A reminder</title><content type='html'>~Sometimes,...when somebody's worth it, you just have to put yourself out there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson learnt today, as I watched Diary of a Wimpy Kid. A kiddy show, but it's me taking a break from watching too much IP Man. So I did something outrageously bold as soon as five minutes ago. For whatever it's worth, wish me luck, friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8824787417240178751?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8824787417240178751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8824787417240178751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8824787417240178751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminder.html' title='A reminder'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5944270742507407389</id><published>2010-07-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T06:22:11.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Liang Jing Ru 接受</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Liang Jing Ru 接受&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="maincontent"&gt;&lt;div class="mainlrcb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;作词：阿管 作曲：林毅心 编曲：Mool/Yugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;仿佛上一分钟 你还陪在我左右  还以为我们会开花结果&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;我还记得玫瑰色天空 却模糊了我们的脸孔  哼过的歌到底是什么内容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;＊仿佛已经自由 下一刻我变成风 吹过你的领空 差点失控&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;回忆在夜里闹得很凶 我想我可以明白你所有的痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;想让你知道我懂 却担心言不由衷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;＃我们都接受 一定是彼此不够成熟 在爱情里分不了轻重&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;诚实得过了头 不能退后也无法向前走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 爱是一个自私的念头 把寂寞消除的理由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;剩下的那些感动 能记得多久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Repeat ＊,＃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHGAQC-I71U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHGAQC-I71U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5944270742507407389?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5944270742507407389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/liang-jing-ru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5944270742507407389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5944270742507407389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/liang-jing-ru.html' title='Liang Jing Ru 接受'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3411716275108781051</id><published>2010-07-15T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:05:33.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Whassuppp~</title><content type='html'>What's up, World?? Seems like ages since I stepped in here. Life has been hectic, especially with the new job scope, I am overwhelmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sis found a Red-Eared slider on the street recently. It was dirty, deformed and almost got crushed by a truck on the roadside. She brought him home, and of course, Sis gave him a second chance of life, but whether his life continues, it depends on me. His shell is no longer green, but almost white, has cracks, the sides of his shell is upturned as if he has been kept in a tight place, that the shell has nowhere to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he was very timid, now he's like a wild hog, eats non stop and would eat food from our hand. Ever since he came, I have never seen him drying himself and always spend his time underwater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Day home~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name: Bieber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Age: Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gender: I'd like him to be a male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8XanwDpHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5AG1Ev_QNKU/s1600/01072010126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8XanwDpHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5AG1Ev_QNKU/s400/01072010126.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second Day home, got him settled in, detoxed and brushed him GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8XfDNl1_I/AAAAAAAAA7w/e-m7GMVhHvg/s1600/03072010129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8XfDNl1_I/AAAAAAAAA7w/e-m7GMVhHvg/s400/03072010129.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8fg04UP5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/3GDRpeoxRN0/s1600/CIMG2180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8fg04UP5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/3GDRpeoxRN0/s400/CIMG2180.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our Junior, the cutest thing ever~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8feXIUW7I/AAAAAAAAA74/xRdDJm3hNqc/s1600/CIMG2176w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8feXIUW7I/AAAAAAAAA74/xRdDJm3hNqc/s400/CIMG2176w.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While at it, meet the rest of the community. Spot Crabby~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crabby love Junior and has no problem living together despite being different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Crabby hates Bieber, both of them love chasing each other around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gY0X1G9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/2vj__6SXVmU/s1600/01072010127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gY0X1G9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/2vj__6SXVmU/s400/01072010127.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rest of the fishy, Bieber love chasing them as well, trying to eat them obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s400/CIMG2185.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8gQCbk4KI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4Ki68gtnlSI/s1600/CIMG2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes though when I looked at Bieber, I wonder if he is pissed, he always looked so pissed anyway. He was a free guy afterall, despite being almost crushed by a truck. Well, if he died then, it would be the end. Now, we brought him home, confined him, can he think, I wonder? Will he choose to live an uncertain life outside?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3411716275108781051?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3411716275108781051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/whassuppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3411716275108781051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3411716275108781051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/whassuppp.html' title='Whassuppp~'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TD8XanwDpHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5AG1Ev_QNKU/s72-c/01072010126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8547493873554846722</id><published>2010-06-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:59:47.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>A reflection</title><content type='html'>Been spending time with a 15 year old cousin recently and she reminds me of myself, the 10 years ago myself. While she is now reading a lot of Cleo, Bazaar and all the similar jazz, I wasn't that much into fashion even until now. She knew awful lot, from OPI to Zara even to Louboutin, it never cease to amaze me how knowledgeable she is in this area. I have to admit I have zero to minimal interest in this area, my Sis is a fashion designer, she handle most of my wardrobe. When I had fashion disaster days, don't blame her though, it is I who just couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I have never changed what I loved, I remembered I was busy collecting animals related magazines. I loved all sorts of animals in general, all I watched was Animal Planet. I wasn't that particularly into dogs, that wasn't until my baby April came along. I wasn't even that fantastically in love with my first dog, Zelene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one that I was chasing after, I think it's published every week in Popular. Each publication cost $4.50, 10 years ago that amount was very hard to come by from my own pocket money okay, and it consist of less than 20 pages worth of readings. It is now collecting mites (really, I saw them moving around) and Sis has always insisted on throwing it away. To keep it safe from the bin, I kept it in my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my priceless collection... 10 years later, my interest hasn't changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TBTw09Uh2FI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/m1jDLF4jrF4/s1600/13062010100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TBTw09Uh2FI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/m1jDLF4jrF4/s400/13062010100.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TBTxo1lnHEI/AAAAAAAAA7g/z5Hs2nnf5FE/s1600/13062010099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TBTxo1lnHEI/AAAAAAAAA7g/z5Hs2nnf5FE/s400/13062010099.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8547493873554846722?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8547493873554846722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8547493873554846722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8547493873554846722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflection.html' title='A reflection'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/TBTw09Uh2FI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/m1jDLF4jrF4/s72-c/13062010100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7215234446731027925</id><published>2010-06-12T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:29:12.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Howdy...</title><content type='html'>Been watching lots and lots of movies lately or in some cases, rewatched, but still loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the worth mentionable ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Blind Side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.covershut.com/covers/The-Blind-Side-2009--Front-Cover-27481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://www.covershut.com/covers/The-Blind-Side-2009--Front-Cover-27481.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Name is Khan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hasanjunaidi.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/my-name-is-khan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://hasanjunaidi.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/my-name-is-khan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bolt... heh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atnzone.com/nz/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/bolt_1024_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.atnzone.com/nz/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/bolt_1024_04.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7215234446731027925?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7215234446731027925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/06/howdy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7215234446731027925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7215234446731027925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/06/howdy.html' title='Howdy...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8448376685017291822</id><published>2010-05-27T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:59:05.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Woah</title><content type='html'>Happy Vesak day everyone! Wishing all of you to be a better child of God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on with my life so far?&lt;br /&gt;On 25th May, I reached the exact 1 year of working life in Singapore, with great bosses and wonderful colleagues, believe it or not, I haven't had a blue day. I love the place I am in. Well, it kept me busy, even Sherina is starting to grow apart from me, because sometimes I wouldn't see her for the whole entire week. When I reached home, she is already asleep. Within the days I didn't see her, she is learning a whole lot of other cute stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl? She has kept herself occupied playing with the kids at home, doing her own lazying around. I only have time for her on the weekend, which I spent 24 hours with her, wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Gotta go bathe the babe. See ya guys around~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8448376685017291822?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8448376685017291822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8448376685017291822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8448376685017291822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/woah.html' title='Woah'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4102404030097635981</id><published>2010-05-10T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:25:44.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><title type='text'>Blue day...</title><content type='html'>Felt so blue today, upon reaching home to find that Mom is not here. The house is quiet once again, need to adjust again, hate the feeling so much. With Mom here, I have been busy catching up with her. So fast, she has been here for a month and none of us realised it. Everyone got a touch of her warmth, so it felt like something is missing. Poor Mom, she has to juggle 2 countries, luckily Bro is 7 hours away and she hates long flights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... hate this feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4102404030097635981?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4102404030097635981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4102404030097635981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4102404030097635981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-day.html' title='Blue day...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-227081141761443906</id><published>2010-04-19T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:41:39.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag-Batch5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><title type='text'>Bagzzzzzzzzzz - Batch 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;UPDATE UPDATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;PICS Have been sent down today, albeit a little late, because we are waiting for 2 more pics that have been developed wrongly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Will let everyone know when the bags have arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next batch of bag will depart from Singapore on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;15th April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag will arrive probably end of May or early June!&lt;br /&gt;So, mark your dates and get your favourite pictures ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pleasantly welcome to share about us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/p/just4u-customised-bags.html"&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/p/just4u-customised-bags.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You can order anytime if you have your own party of 5 orders***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s1600-h/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972962419561138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s400/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Let me know if you are interested, so I can book a slot for you!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I might close the order anytime after I reach 5 orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Order lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;(to send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-returnable 5R hardcopy&lt;/span&gt; picture and $60 to my DBS a/c upon confirmation):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the bag shop is my cousin and he just started the business a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;For 1 bag, he gave me $70, but if we have more than 5 pieces, we can get each for $60,&lt;br /&gt;except for the new design.&lt;br /&gt;As such, I put a mark on 5 pieces before I will carry out the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note from me:&lt;br /&gt;I am just helping you guys and my cousin to order because I think the bag is really sweet, I earned $0 from your transactions, so don't KPKB to me when you find nicer bag, cheaper price, etc etc. If I hear it from you, I will not return your $ and you will receive no bag!! (I am dead serious!) So, please appreciate my effort. Do your job as a buyer and do the necessary homework before you commit in making an order. And also there is no postage costs as we usually have relatives coming in and out of Singapore, so we can ask them to bring in for Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terms &amp;amp; Conditions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You cannot choose the color of the bag as it will be put as close to the background of the picture otherwise it will not be nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. No payment, no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3. A good resolution HARD COPY LANDSCAPE mode picture of your babe is needed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-sample.html"&gt;Picture sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;The picture developed must not have any defects.&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;Image  resolution of 600X800 (300 dpi), 4R-5R size will be good.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you  might want to give me the best quality of picture you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will  screen the pictures myself,&lt;br /&gt;I will reject pics that I think will not be good  enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. The picture is printed on both sides of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Give me a shout on my chatbox or comment on this post, or those who knows me personally (you know where you can find me (^-*)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Added~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0604.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Bags design to choose from (April's bag is Design 2)&lt;br /&gt;Design: Old Design 1 - 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here are the new bag designs. Please note that these are &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;S$70&lt;/b&gt; designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s1600-h/Image052+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="584" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s640/Image052+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW2 &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Best Seller*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s1600-h/Image054+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s640/Image054+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s1600-h/Image056+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s640/Image056+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New 2010 Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Side Pleated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmQYmPX1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/MRzilLRCTJ8/s1600/Bag2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmQYmPX1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/MRzilLRCTJ8/s640/Bag2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Square Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl5kX-EoI/AAAAAAAAA38/NbSRZDx_KB0/s1600/Bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl5kX-EoI/AAAAAAAAA38/NbSRZDx_KB0/s640/Bell.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Round Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl7qZcnsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/cqDEtbxuqnc/s1600/Round+Bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl7qZcnsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/cqDEtbxuqnc/s640/Round+Bell.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Side Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl9DeehmI/AAAAAAAAA4M/D1NIr3Mwxg4/s1600/CrissCross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl9DeehmI/AAAAAAAAA4M/D1NIr3Mwxg4/s640/CrissCross.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl-6UwZwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/OHsZ7FsJPP8/s1600/CrissCross2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7Vl-6UwZwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/OHsZ7FsJPP8/s640/CrissCross2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Side Decor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmAravIZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/wuiT3YTjRTM/s1600/Side+Decor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmAravIZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/wuiT3YTjRTM/s640/Side+Decor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: New Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmCb786UI/AAAAAAAAA4k/P2fgb4o2xmo/s1600/Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmCb786UI/AAAAAAAAA4k/P2fgb4o2xmo/s640/Small.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Speedy&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a small travel bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmDwYueyI/AAAAAAAAA4s/0oipaa-UBKs/s1600/SPeedy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmDwYueyI/AAAAAAAAA4s/0oipaa-UBKs/s640/SPeedy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmGVmRyEI/AAAAAAAAA40/k-YNh0ACTLg/s1600/Speedy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmGVmRyEI/AAAAAAAAA40/k-YNh0ACTLg/s640/Speedy2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design: Wallet with Metal Clasp&lt;br /&gt;Note: Minimum order and Price to be advised&lt;br /&gt;(Please first  inform me if you interested) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmJmFXHpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LgNllTFO3jI/s1600/Wallet+Metal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmJmFXHpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LgNllTFO3jI/s640/Wallet+Metal.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmLZxCOEI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Y1h_MIzk69U/s1600/Wallet+Metal+in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmLZxCOEI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Y1h_MIzk69U/s640/Wallet+Metal+in.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: Wallet with Zip&lt;/div&gt;Note: Minimum order and Price to be advised&lt;br /&gt;(Please first  inform me if you interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmM7e57AI/AAAAAAAAA5U/B0AefkRAw2k/s1600/Wallet+Zip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmM7e57AI/AAAAAAAAA5U/B0AefkRAw2k/s640/Wallet+Zip.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmPLtYyhI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lGAIqoDH708/s1600/Wallet+Zip+in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmPLtYyhI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lGAIqoDH708/s640/Wallet+Zip+in.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design:&amp;nbsp; Phone Pouch (3 layers/ 2 layers)&lt;br /&gt;Note: Minimum order and Price to be advised&lt;br /&gt;(Please first inform me if you interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmIMpAoNI/AAAAAAAAA48/3mMrGJ4hxeE/s1600/Telp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S7VmIMpAoNI/AAAAAAAAA48/3mMrGJ4hxeE/s640/Telp.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All other batches and Info:  &lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/search/label/Bag"&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/search/label/Bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Brought Zelene down for a grooming at Fur N Away last weekend. Been quite some time since I brought her for grooming. She is now 8 years old, still as well behaved as ever, probably the best behaved Shihtzhu around, though the haughtiness of this breed forever still exists. Sometimes she scared the elders at home with slight oldies sickness, but turns out to be nothing when brought to the vet. She is so amazingly quiet that even the kids are not interested on disturbing her, cos she is so compliant and docile. Unlike April who shouts and bites, apparently there is their excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looks so much younger and cuter after grooming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Had a great fun and meaningful day with the bosses and colleagues with a birthday lunch. Had 2 birthday cakes, although didn't manage to take many pics cos I simply had too much fun and forgot to take pics. While the first cake I had in the morning was before work, everyone hasn't even showered yet, except ME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a bit of fun with my BFF that she bet no more than 10 people will actually remember my birthday, if I took off the birthday notification. LOL. I said, never mind, I need quality birthday wishes, not quantity. Thank you for the more than 10 people out of the hundreds that actually remember my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God has granted me my wishes every year, without fail and He or She has given me more that whatever I asked for. To count my blessing is something that I can never do, just because it's too many. Most importantly, I have been given so many amazing people by my side that makes me think that I am the luckiest girl in the world. My families BFFs, long lost friends, new friends, great bosses and colleagues, they are the most important thing in my life that is so beyond any materialistic objects in this world. Thank you for being a part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, the greatest baby in the world, my April. This will be our 6th Years Anniversary, 6 years ago today she came into my life. Since that sashay, my world is changed, can't imagine my life without her. Needless to say, baby, you know how much I love you! Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2352381213595813323?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2352381213595813323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-years-1-day-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2352381213595813323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2352381213595813323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-years-1-day-old.html' title='25 years + 1 day old'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4148546325389915740</id><published>2010-03-12T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:49:23.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Praying...</title><content type='html'>For those who own dogs, they WILL know what it feels like when their kiddos fell sick. We WILL notice the slightest bit of change in them. I have always said that I want to get another dog to accompany April, but I'm simply afraid I don't have the time for two. My Indo cousins always said it's easy to keep dogs, yeah, well, if the way to keep dogs like them definitely is easy. Not for us, we take care of them, from food to poo, to make sure there isn't a tangle in their coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they fall sick, it will be the greatest blow. It sends chill down my spine, that like human, our far much more innocent kiddos are not immune to sickness. Worse still, they cannot speak and tell us which part of their body is painful, they can't even cry like babies. How hopeless it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear girl, I hope everything is just a really bad scare. Hope your little boy will get back to his cheeky cheerful moments. Keep praying and have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4148546325389915740?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4148546325389915740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/praying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4148546325389915740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4148546325389915740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/praying.html' title='Praying...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-6511041446465175123</id><published>2010-03-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:55:10.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Honestly stupid!</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my BFF about Dy, then she asked if I still think of him sometimes. I said he is no longer important, but I do think of him some time, about once or twice a month. An innocent confession from my side, which she countered, "Well, if someone is in your mind at least once a month for don't know how many years, I don't think he is unimportant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction: STUNNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-6511041446465175123?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6511041446465175123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/honestly-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6511041446465175123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6511041446465175123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/honestly-stupid.html' title='Honestly stupid!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2705156067543091469</id><published>2010-03-07T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:14:39.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>All about babyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Been working full time on the day and partying after work. Felt tad guilty leaving April at home. Today had the chance to bath her on my own, finally... I haven't personally bath her since I came back from CNY holiday. Phew... She always gets very hyper after bath, probably thinks she is clean and fresh. If I bring her out after bathing, she will scream and shout at everyone, running like a horse, so OMG. Even now as I'm blogging, she is bugging and scratching my arm, asking me to playyy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took pics today!&lt;br /&gt;Tadahhh.... *Off to toss some toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCdWNwadI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AWvjY8P0BHg/s1600-h/CIMG1713+modified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCdWNwadI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AWvjY8P0BHg/s320/CIMG1713+modified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCR4j_kVI/AAAAAAAAA04/6FSuH7jHNOc/s1600-h/CIMG1710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCR4j_kVI/AAAAAAAAA04/6FSuH7jHNOc/s320/CIMG1710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCU-fAGqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Lp-tH8_PrQE/s1600-h/CIMG1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCU-fAGqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Lp-tH8_PrQE/s320/CIMG1711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCX0ShkdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CLl2wCxhqYw/s1600-h/CIMG1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCX0ShkdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CLl2wCxhqYw/s320/CIMG1715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Muackssss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2705156067543091469?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2705156067543091469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-about-babyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2705156067543091469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2705156067543091469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-about-babyyyyy.html' title='All about babyyyyy'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S5PCdWNwadI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AWvjY8P0BHg/s72-c/CIMG1713+modified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3333732090958843338</id><published>2010-03-04T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:02:19.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Virus all arounddddd.....</title><content type='html'>Feeling very tired everyday after work. My eyes can't seem to be forced open after 10 pm. To think that I used to be such an owl. The weather is so unbearably hotttttttt, especially after this CNY! I thought maybe it's because I spent the last few days in the mountain side with less than 15 degrees weather. Apparently, it's not that! It's really really bloodyy hotttttttttt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody at home is always taking turns to fall sick, the latest is Enrique, Doc said he got a virus. Huh? What virus? Though I do think there's a lot of virus all around, I feel sick all the time. On and off flu, cough and all the what nots. Haizzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my PC is down, I&amp;nbsp; brought back lots of new designs of the customised bag. My PC is down and I don't have time to buy a new one. Haizzz... Missing out on lotsa gaming and actions, felt so crippled with no PC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3333732090958843338?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3333732090958843338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/virus-all-arounddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3333732090958843338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3333732090958843338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/virus-all-arounddddd.html' title='Virus all arounddddd.....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3941701659144533339</id><published>2010-02-27T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:05:06.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Had the time to bring April grooming. Thought this time since she has no matts, I am able to keep her hair longer. Brought her to Fur N Away, I find myself drawn in to this place somehow somewhat. I love its nice and clean environment,  I feel more at ease. Anyway, Alex suggested to keep April's hair short, as she has flyaway hair, messier even when it's long. I agreed, but I said I want some styling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April comes back smelling heavenly and she got a summer I don't know what cut. Looks pretty much like a Schnauzer cut to me. Suits her well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that this poor baby has slimmed down during boarding, despite her finishing the whole box of kibbles I prepared. I can feel her ribs, and no more sexy butt for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4j4yPS-9EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mLr6aiIGq_w/s1600-h/CIMG1709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4j4yPS-9EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mLr6aiIGq_w/s320/CIMG1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4j8JdDg2NI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aWJeKiJWPGM/s1600-h/CIMG1714+modified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4j8JdDg2NI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aWJeKiJWPGM/s320/CIMG1714+modified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3941701659144533339?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3941701659144533339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3941701659144533339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3941701659144533339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4j4yPS-9EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mLr6aiIGq_w/s72-c/CIMG1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7211655304946738730</id><published>2010-02-24T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:25:01.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Crazy still...</title><content type='html'>Somehow deep down, I thought it will die off. My craze for Nikon D90 apparently isn't over. Yet, now that I am with Canon, I am crazing over its 500D. Since my pay is never enough to save up to that high, I relented, swallow my dignity and asked Mom to get it for me. She stepped on it and said she'd rather get me an invest-able diamond necklace or good for nothing Hermes bag, rather than the heavy boyish camera that would get my back even more hunched. Huh??&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7211655304946738730?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7211655304946738730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7211655304946738730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7211655304946738730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-still.html' title='Crazy still...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7810398058638041516</id><published>2010-02-23T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:42:32.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Nice</title><content type='html'>Simple word: NICE. A sucker to nice people, be it strangers, acquaintances or whoever it could be. A little nice gesture will brighten up my day by that much. It makes me want to pass on that gesture as well, it's just contagious. Just like when a stranger smiled at you, you just smile back and pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we come to this world to repay Karma. Although you don't see anything good happening to you when you have been nice, at least you are repaying your karma, at least some of the bad things are getting further away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend sent me gifts on Pet Society for no reason, I felt happy, though I have this habit of taking things for granted and never say thank you. I do thank you. When you bought stuffs from someone on the net, it was sent in with a sincere thank you note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What triggers this happy note? I met someone earlier to pass her the customised bag, she texted me back after we separated. Thanking me and cousin for the service, because she is leaving for overseas and can't bring the doggies along. Now, she has the bag and can carry her babies everywhere. It's heartwarming, a simple heartfelt message, meaningful. I appreciate the gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope in this Tiger year, I am able to meet more and more nice people. This world has had enough of nastiness, don't add on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7810398058638041516?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7810398058638041516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7810398058638041516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7810398058638041516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice.html' title='Nice'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2750268874707206240</id><published>2010-02-22T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:20:06.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>Look Ma!!</title><content type='html'>NO MATTS!!!! A little yes, but very minimal, nothing that a 10 minutes brush can't handle. My boarder has done a great job. Finally, someone is able to fully take care of DA BITCH! At least, I don't have to watch her being shaved again. Hehehehe... The minute she came home, she ran to me and seconds later ran inside, must be looking for the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, April turned 6 last 15th February. I wasn't here with her, again. Happy belated birthday darling. Thank you for the amazing time I have with you. This love I have for you is increasing each day as you stay with me, for 6 years and many more years counting. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takes a few days for her smile to be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4KR2EsK6_I/AAAAAAAAAzM/QBSwrLBt2VI/s1600-h/CIMG1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4KR2EsK6_I/AAAAAAAAAzM/QBSwrLBt2VI/s400/CIMG1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071657974950898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves cosying up with the snake nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4KR2v3TTVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/23PHuKplq-I/s1600-h/CIMG1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4KR2v3TTVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/23PHuKplq-I/s400/CIMG1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071669564362066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2750268874707206240?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2750268874707206240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2750268874707206240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2750268874707206240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-ma.html' title='Look Ma!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S4KR2EsK6_I/AAAAAAAAAzM/QBSwrLBt2VI/s72-c/CIMG1690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5200641448586017295</id><published>2010-02-11T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:18:39.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>All better!!</title><content type='html'>Emo time is over... Tomorrow is the chinese new year trip home, feeling both excited and dreading it at the same time. The reunion dinner this year will be with Dad's friends and their families, luckily I can come home in time to perk on their arms. This also means more judging and more stress for me. One biggest stress, I have no clothes! SO freaking fat that none of the clothes from my big wardrobe can fit nicely. SO not flattering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luggage has not been packed, April has not been showered as she is going for boarding tomorrow. Gonna miss ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAtch up lata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5200641448586017295?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5200641448586017295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5200641448586017295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5200641448586017295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-better.html' title='All better!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3005846342460085692</id><published>2010-02-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:36:03.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>EMOOOO!!</title><content type='html'>I miss my bro! I miss Jason, I miss my biatch, my besties. I miss my life. I want my life in Sydney back! I have been stuck in that moment, at the prime of my life, have been stuck for almost 3 years now. I don't even know what I am doing, what I am looking for, what the future holds for me. I lost hope in life, in friendship, I have forgotten the meaning of being alive. I have everything, yet I have nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3005846342460085692?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3005846342460085692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/emoooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3005846342460085692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3005846342460085692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/emoooo.html' title='EMOOOO!!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5478310123759700216</id><published>2010-01-30T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:57:37.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Reunion Weekend!</title><content type='html'>With aunts from both parents side are here, it's an endless reunion fun. Never ending food, shopping and definitely laughter. Linden is finally done up nicely, though not as gorgeous as I thought it would be, it has the longest renovation ever. One thing about the house that it has yard, something that I have forgotten that I love. April was running around happily, not even a snap as the kids were literally pulling her apart. Honestly, I had a thought of leaving April there with San-Gu, since they all love April to bits, but my selfishness still got the better of me. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having the most fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5nqHn1II/AAAAAAAAAvs/UmKeZRywKVY/s1600-h/CIMG1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5nqHn1II/AAAAAAAAAvs/UmKeZRywKVY/s400/CIMG1362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432530403999601794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparkling time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5oCy3t8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/h7_fZuAI-Sk/s1600-h/CIMG1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5oCy3t8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/h7_fZuAI-Sk/s400/CIMG1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432530410623449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretending to sleep, they both are getting cheekier by day and this our little Mei Mei is a pretty good copy mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5or8BedI/AAAAAAAAAv8/on4mUa6dHPY/s1600-h/CIMG1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5or8BedI/AAAAAAAAAv8/on4mUa6dHPY/s400/CIMG1392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432530421667690962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5478310123759700216?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5478310123759700216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/reunion-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5478310123759700216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5478310123759700216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/reunion-weekend.html' title='Reunion Weekend!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/S2Q5nqHn1II/AAAAAAAAAvs/UmKeZRywKVY/s72-c/CIMG1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-6084328761843334311</id><published>2010-01-17T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:41:44.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag-Batch4'/><title type='text'>Bag - Batch 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next batch of bag will depart from Singapore on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;10th February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag will arrive probably end of February or Early March!&lt;br /&gt;So, mark your dates and get your favourite pictures ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You can order anytime if you have your own party of 5 orders***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s1600-h/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972962419561138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s400/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Let me know if you are interested, so I can book a slot for you!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I might close the order anytime after I reach 5 orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Order lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;(to send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-returnable 5R hardcopy&lt;/span&gt; picture and $60 to my DBS a/c upon confirmation):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the bag shop is my cousin and he just started the business a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;For 1 bag, he gave me $70, but if we have more than 5 pieces, we can get each for $60,&lt;br /&gt;except for the new design.&lt;br /&gt;As such, I put a mark on 5 pieces before I will carry out the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note from me:&lt;br /&gt;I am just helping you guys and my cousin to order because I think the bag is really sweet, I earned $0 from your transactions, so don't KPKB to me when you find nicer bag, cheaper price, etc etc. If I hear it from you, I will not return your $ and you will receive no bag!! (I am dead serious!) So, please appreciate my effort. Do your job as a buyer and do the necessary homework before you commit in making an order. And also there is no postage costs as we usually have relatives coming in and out of Singapore, so we can ask them to bring in for Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terms &amp;amp; Conditions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You cannot choose the color of the bag as it will be put as close to the background of the picture otherwise it will not be nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. No payment, no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3. A good resolution HARD COPY LANDSCAPE mode picture of your babe is needed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-sample.html"&gt;Picture sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;The picture developed must not have any defects.&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;Image  resolution of 600X800 (300 dpi), 4R-5R size will be good.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you  might want to give me the best quality of picture you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will  screen the pictures myself,&lt;br /&gt;I will reject pics that I think will not be good  enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. The picture is printed on both sides of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Give me a shout on my chatbox or comment on this post, or those who knows me personally (you know where you can find me (^-*)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Added~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0604.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Bags design to choose from (April's bag is Design 2)&lt;br /&gt;Design: Old Design 1 - 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here are the new bag designs. Please note that these are &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;S$70&lt;/b&gt; designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s1600-h/Image052+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s320/Image052+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW2 &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Best Seller*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s1600-h/Image054+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s320/Image054+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s1600-h/Image056+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s320/Image056+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookmark this page, as all updates for batch 4 will be done on this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All other batches and Info: &lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/search/label/Bag"&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/search/label/Bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Next tentative dates: To be Advised--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-6084328761843334311?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6084328761843334311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6084328761843334311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6084328761843334311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/b.html' title='Bag - Batch 4'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s72-c/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4555349983596588678</id><published>2010-01-12T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:57:13.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>Ouchieee....</title><content type='html'>Went to the first Yoga lesson with my colleagues last Friday. Not bad, apparently I still can bend after all these while being a couch potato. Who knows the next day, my body ache from head to toe, seriously I don't think I left any muscle unbended! Felt so crappy and just nice, flu hit me, so there you go, all in one. Went to the doctor, I have never gone to the doctor for such flu, but since Sis afraid I passed on to the kids, I went anyway. Sure thing, I have never recovered this fast! LOL... Though I wanted to take MC to rest at home on Monday, decided not to, since a colleague is on leave, don't wanna leave my boss panicking without any admin. I dragged myself to work and with that white face, everybody knows that I am sick. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be looking forward to Friday, now kinda dreading it at the same time, due to Yoga. Hope the next lesson won't hurt me that badly. Though honestly I need to be getting in shape, I scared myself at the rate I am going sideways and my clothes no longer can fit, I have gotten lazier to dress up cos it doesn't make a difference, it seems. Worst thing, I am bingeing like helllllll!! I have numerous weddings to attend this year! OMG, God help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4555349983596588678?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4555349983596588678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/ouchieee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4555349983596588678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4555349983596588678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/ouchieee.html' title='Ouchieee....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4930145542784283950</id><published>2010-01-07T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:41:51.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag-Batch3'/><title type='text'>Bag - Batch 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;****BATCH 3 Closed!****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Bags will arrived in February!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for neglecting to update, my comp has let me down, again... Seriously, don't trust machines, they are as assholes as human! Hmmpphhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next batch of bag will depart from Singapore on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag will arrive probably before February&lt;br /&gt;So, mark your dates and get your favourite pictures ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You can order anytime if you have your own party of 5 orders***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s1600-h/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972962419561138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s400/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Let me know if you are interested, so I can book a slot for you!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I might close the order anytime after I reach 5 orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Order lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;(to send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-returnable 5R hardcopy&lt;/span&gt; picture and $60 to my DBS a/c upon confirmation):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the bag shop is my cousin and he just started the business a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;For 1 bag, he gave me $70, but if we have more than 5 pieces, we can get each for $60,&lt;br /&gt;except for the new design.&lt;br /&gt;As such, I put a mark on 5 pieces before I will carry out the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note from me:&lt;br /&gt;I am just helping you guys and my cousin to order because I think the bag is really sweet, I earned $0 from your transactions, so don't KPKB to me when you find nicer bag, cheaper price, etc etc. If I hear it from you, I will not return your $ and you will receive no bag!! (I am dead serious!) So, please appreciate my effort. Do your job as a buyer and do the necessary homework before you commit in making an order. And also there is no postage costs as we usually have relatives coming in and out of Singapore, so we can ask them to bring in for Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terms &amp;amp; Conditions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You cannot choose the color of the bag as it will be put as close to the background of the picture otherwise it will not be nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. No payment, no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3. A good resolution HARD COPY LANDSCAPE mode picture of your babe is needed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-sample.html"&gt;Picture sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;The picture developed must not have any defects.&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;Image  resolution of 600X800 (300 dpi), 4R-5R size will be good.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you  might want to give me the best quality of picture you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will  screen the pictures myself,&lt;br /&gt;I will reject pics that I think will not be good  enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. The picture is printed on both sides of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Give me a shout on my chatbox or comment on this post, or those who knows me personally (you know where you can find me (^-*)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Added~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0604.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Bags design to choose from (April's bag is Design 2)&lt;br /&gt;Design: Old Design 1 - 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here are the new bag designs. Please note that these are &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;S$70&lt;/b&gt; designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s1600-h/Image052+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s320/Image052+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW2 &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Best Seller*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s1600-h/Image054+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s320/Image054+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s1600-h/Image056+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s320/Image056+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookmark this page, as all updates for batch 3 will be done on this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Next tentative dates: 10th February 2010--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4930145542784283950?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4930145542784283950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/bag-batch-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4930145542784283950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4930145542784283950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/bag-batch-3.html' title='Bag - Batch 3'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s72-c/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5358833666494620383</id><published>2010-01-07T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:08:31.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Ahhh.... 2010</title><content type='html'>First post for 2010? A tad too late for that, I guess, but as usual, I am freakin' busy and my PC has let me down. Time to chuck it down the trash chute!! Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEARRR!!! Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the Christmas and New Year with everything and everyone I love! Hope you all know how much I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution for 2010? Chucking aside all ideas, just taking each day on its stride. Been catching up on my reading, enrolled in Yoga, so far that's for the 2010. More great things to come~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, chiao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5358833666494620383?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5358833666494620383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5358833666494620383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5358833666494620383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh-2010.html' title='Ahhh.... 2010'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4473323112403365343</id><published>2009-12-23T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:34:56.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>My Santa~</title><content type='html'>I got a Christmas present, a Santa, my very own Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis high school friend came for a visit and he was sort of my *ahem* childhood crush. How not, when he was a suave young guy, handsome and oh so cute. He used to own many many well trained dogs, apparently he was a natural at it. Unsurprisingly, he is a well known show dogs breeder in Jakarta. His puppies fetched high prices up to tens of thousands dollars. This very moment, he owned more than 20 puppies of CHH. Even his wife, who wasn't much of a dog lover, is now a show dog groomer. Alas, he himself, with age, no longer that great looking, apparently guys turned into a Doraemon after marriage... Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his wife is like this walking dog dictionary. I really learned a lot from them within our short conversations. He is even more eager than me to go to Pasir Ris. Lol! Seriously, he is like my Santa. So far, not one outside my kiddos gang has that much enthusiasm to dogs than myself. Ahh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4473323112403365343?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4473323112403365343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4473323112403365343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4473323112403365343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-santa.html' title='My Santa~'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-196331078948890497</id><published>2009-12-16T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:23:12.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Helppp...</title><content type='html'>Has been contemplating for a while now whether I want to continue studying or not. Looked around on the net and found SIM to be my first choice to get my second degree in Mass Communication. That means 3 years to go. A Master degree took one year and personally I felt a Master title sounds better than a double degree, though the later took longer to achieve. Unlike a double degree of Business and Finance, most took 4 years. For my case, a Comp Science and Mass Comm simply don't match. Getting the second degree means starting from zero, thus my double degree will take freaking 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through all the 21 subject units I have to take and everything seems relevant and interesting. I think I will love it there. I believed everything will be easier when you are doing something you love, but will I be able to stand a 3 years commitment? What will happen if the going gets tough, will I be tough enough to get going? I really need to think it through, I don't want to waste my time, worse still give up halfway through or doing it half-heartedly. Anyway, new class starts next year in June, hope I can settle my heart and my mind into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best of luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-196331078948890497?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/196331078948890497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/helppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/196331078948890497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/196331078948890497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/helppp.html' title='Helppp...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4784084662402386303</id><published>2009-12-14T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:58:31.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>Haha!</title><content type='html'>Been extremely busy, still... Weekdays is always filled with work, time flew past really quick at work, hectic fun and I love it. Can't believe that I have been working for 6 months now, half a year gone and I am still loving my job, my colleagues and my boss. Don't hate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is behaving really well nowadays, cross my finger. Ever since the boarding when I was home in Jakarta, her SA seems to be better. I can now leave her at home for a few hours already. Still greedy as hell, she plays like there is no tomorrow. All she does at home is eat, sleep, play, toss her whatever soft toy and she will be really happy to fetch it for you over and over again. Very different from her gloomy moody behaviour before her sterilisation. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also weeks before Christmas, everything is so festive, making the mood cheery and happy. Christmas carols is heard in every shopping mall. Ain't that delightful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4784084662402386303?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4784084662402386303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4784084662402386303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4784084662402386303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html' title='Haha!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7027434937650537205</id><published>2009-12-11T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:41:56.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HardcopySample'/><title type='text'>Hardcopy Sample</title><content type='html'>This is my own hardcopy, exactly the same quality as what I have used to print April's bag.&lt;br /&gt;I find that this hardcopy quality produces the best printout, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;And I got this printout from men@work photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why printouts from the local shops are terrible beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is just a guide. Please click picture for clearer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMbErowvI/AAAAAAAAAts/zNHHAr-ghWs/s1600-h/CIMG0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395942514770674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMbErowvI/AAAAAAAAAts/zNHHAr-ghWs/s400/CIMG0054.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMa1Hrw5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RYQ10Kc3_Is/s1600-h/CIMG0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395938337440658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMa1Hrw5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RYQ10Kc3_Is/s400/CIMG0053.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMaQSKsjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/YFSpEomG5B0/s1600-h/CIMG0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395928449298994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMaQSKsjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/YFSpEomG5B0/s400/CIMG0052.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMaGllpqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vy2qnbvuxfM/s1600-h/CIMG0051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395925846402722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMaGllpqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vy2qnbvuxfM/s400/CIMG0051.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMZvdZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oSjSD7_p8Pc/s1600-h/CIMG0050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395919638057730" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMZvdZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oSjSD7_p8Pc/s400/CIMG0050.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7027434937650537205?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7027434937650537205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-sample.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7027434937650537205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7027434937650537205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-sample.html' title='Hardcopy Sample'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SyPMbErowvI/AAAAAAAAAts/zNHHAr-ghWs/s72-c/CIMG0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-4919632586604464593</id><published>2009-11-19T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:18:29.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>Da babe</title><content type='html'>3 days worth of matts!!! I brushed her from 10pm all the way to 1am. Hehehehe... I board her at Daniel's place instead, since they are home boarders in the first place. Though they aren't able to brush April's hair, but April seems to be happy there. When Edmund brought her home, she actually followed him to the lift. Luckily it's only 3 days, otherwise her matts will be unresolvable. Anyway she is time for grooming, wanted to bring her for puppy cut, wanted a puppy cut for her coming photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SwVfy1F-unI/AAAAAAAAAs8/12zALwC8-bg/s1600/19112009142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SwVfy1F-unI/AAAAAAAAAs8/12zALwC8-bg/s400/19112009142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405832254578408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought April a new bed from Jakarta, a surprise for me. She reckoned April will feel safer in a more covered bed. She took to it well, I don't even have to tell her it's HER bed and she immediately jumped in to sleep the minute I took it out.. Hmm... Still pretty curious how she would know things like thatt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SwVhLQK00lI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QzFJEqaQdNo/s1600/19112009144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SwVhLQK00lI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QzFJEqaQdNo/s400/19112009144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405833773674975826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-4919632586604464593?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4919632586604464593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4919632586604464593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/4919632586604464593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-babe.html' title='Da babe'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SwVfy1F-unI/AAAAAAAAAs8/12zALwC8-bg/s72-c/19112009142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2515596351330752298</id><published>2009-11-08T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:30:13.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Missing the kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SvaK25r2wII/AAAAAAAAAs0/6iE6VWcH8xc/s1600-h/CIMG0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SvaK25r2wII/AAAAAAAAAs0/6iE6VWcH8xc/s400/CIMG0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401657478879821954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is so quiet, even April is so restless. Never knew that I could miss the 2 devils so badly. Usually the house is filled with Enrique complaining and Mei Mei whining, now it's so uncomfortably quiet. I appreciate the silence, as I have always found my peace in solitude, but it's too much too quiet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that Mei Mei is now attached to Dad the most. Just like that, Sherina is my successor to stick on Dad and tag along wherever he goes. She kisses Dad, asked Dad to play Lego with her, held his hand all the time. It's funny, really is, since she needs some time to warm up to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just earlier on, Enrique insisted on calling me, so Mom helped him dial. He excitedly told me that they went to Fishing Village somewhere downtown and he caught a fish on his own. Mom and Sis said that the minute he caught it, he said he wanted to bring it to SG for me. Ah Yi sure would be very very happy, as I was quoted what was the first thing he said. It's truly very heartwarming I felt. At home, because he always talked back to me and so rebellious, I have always scolded him. Apparently, him being as innocent as he is, remembered me the moment he got something that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always prayed to God to give me the patience to help in guiding these 2 rascals, but sometimes I just get too tired to be patient with them. We all know that Enrique is misbehaving because he wanted attention, since we have been focusing on his sister; the more demanding one, the cuter one. In short, the shiny new toy. But, sometimes we can't help, but to lose it, expecting him to grow up, to be more understanding. Yet, when we think of it again, how grown up could he be? He is only 4 afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God once more I ask of You, give me the strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2515596351330752298?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2515596351330752298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-kiddos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2515596351330752298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2515596351330752298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-kiddos.html' title='Missing the kiddos'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SvaK25r2wII/AAAAAAAAAs0/6iE6VWcH8xc/s72-c/CIMG0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-6301460098927628994</id><published>2009-11-03T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:49:27.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Hollaaaa....</title><content type='html'>Just realised that it has been sooo long since I last checked in. Work life has been great, always been great and let's hope it will always be great. Must be due to not enough rest, I have been getting almost sick everyday for the past month, cough cough, sneeze sneeze... haizzzz... I just need to pump myself up with vitamins to get me through the days, really didn't feel like getting MC. Be damned, 24 hours is definitely not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw... I will be getting back home on the 13th Nov!! April will be with Marcus and I requested for him to bring her back home with him. Insisting on 24 hours supervision! Price is a bit ouchy, but what the hell, rather than her traumatising anybody else. Hehehehe... Right??? Righttttt??? If everything goes well, April will be with him for CNY, too... Seems like a great guy who genuinely love the kiddos, well I feel comfortably at ease meeting him the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for now... Chiao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-6301460098927628994?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6301460098927628994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/hollaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6301460098927628994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6301460098927628994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/hollaaaa.html' title='Hollaaaa....'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3279982686281517049</id><published>2009-10-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:07:31.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocked'/><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>This has been completed weeks ago, just that I didn't have time to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...The whole entire family is definitely now informed of my blunder, after knowing I am all right, they do what they always did best; making jokes out of a tragedy! My 4K golden nuggets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SuPbOvUjk3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/4o545WcJhrY/s1600-h/26092009076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SuPbOvUjk3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/4o545WcJhrY/s320/26092009076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prettyyyy..... but there's a price to pay, there goes my 2 and a half D90! Ouchie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SuPbTG6EDQI/AAAAAAAAAss/x1e8ayvoYZQ/s1600-h/24102009118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SuPbTG6EDQI/AAAAAAAAAss/x1e8ayvoYZQ/s320/24102009118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3279982686281517049?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3279982686281517049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3279982686281517049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3279982686281517049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SuPbOvUjk3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/4o545WcJhrY/s72-c/26092009076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-6961565512256136996</id><published>2009-10-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:42:02.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag-Batch2'/><title type='text'>Bag - Batch 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;18/10/09 - Pictures with payments that I have received will go according to plan, shipped to the shop in 2 days time. Those who cannot make it for the 20th, can still send me orders before 5th November, but I cannot guarantee you will be able to receive it on the 17th November in Singapore. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;22/09/09 - Please note the change of order date to 20th October! Apparently, there isn't enough time if we bring the pictures for printing on 5th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;You can view bag-related stuff from the links at the right ==&amp;gt; under the about me section. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #6fa8dc; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;19/09/09 - Some people asked why don't I create a new blog for these bag orders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #6fa8dc; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #6fa8dc; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. I am simply lazy to create another blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #6fa8dc; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. I don't intend to do this for my whole life, I will get bored at some point, which might be very soon 3. See reason 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #8e7cc3; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;18/09/09 - Please leave your name so I can book a slot for you. Just to estimate the number of orders. Your name will automatically be canceled if there's no news from you, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't want to repeat, please check out &lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch1.html"&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch1.html &lt;/a&gt;on how to order and previous bag designs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;==========================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Basically, these are the steps: add my MSN: barbiean@hotmail.com for easier communication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;1. Send me HARD COPY, LANDSCAPE 5R picture to my HOME address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;2. Write your name and the desired bag design on the back of your picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;3. After I receive the pic, I will inform you. Then, send $$ to my bank a/c. Don't forget to inform me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;4. Tada, the end. Wait for your bag to arrive. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;==========================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Next batch of bag order will be on 20th October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Then, bags will be ready for collection in Singapore by 17th November (I will be home for the long weekend). &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know it's 2 months from now, but take it or leave it, otherwise please add $10 for individual orders and another $10 for airmail to your house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first batch, I know handling these orders are not as easy as I thought. Nevertheless, it has been a great experience and thank you for the gentle 5 orders, you guys have been very much understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to JC (jackass cousin): I want my great big dinner! and I also want a free 2nd bag. Muahahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;You know guys, he is actually reading this blog all the while, but he never made any comments, bullying me into doing all the hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please get payment and hard copy pictures ready before 20th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here are the new bag designs. Please note that these are &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;S$70&lt;/b&gt; designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s1600-h/Image052+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s320/Image052+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s1600-h/Image054+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIlHZNc_nI/AAAAAAAAArc/yQHgz5zAybE/s320/Image054+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: NEW3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s1600-h/Image056+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIkzRUJ4NI/AAAAAAAAArM/CV1wb948LxU/s320/Image056+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookmark this page, as all updates for batch 2 will be done on this page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-6961565512256136996?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6961565512256136996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6961565512256136996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/6961565512256136996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch-2.html' title='Bag - Batch 2'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrIk_JHNWsI/AAAAAAAAArU/beDTIsFASQc/s72-c/Image052+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3342045880992841788</id><published>2009-10-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:48:13.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>OOhhhh...</title><content type='html'>Clubpets cover page competition is on again. Probably will be bringing April down again for her photoshoot. Fingers crossed, if I am not lazy to bring her all the way down to east coast road. Then she can actually have a yearly studio taken pictures. Trying to take more pictures of her, so at least I won't be such a psychotic for wanting&amp;nbsp;to preserve her when she is gone (ouch, so sad). Oh oh oh, then I can&amp;nbsp;make another bag with it, too... muahhhahaha....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise that it has been so long since the pictures are taken. Hopefully this time around, we are able to capture a cheekier and more playful side of her, since&amp;nbsp;she is a really much happier girl now. Anyway, stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3342045880992841788?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3342045880992841788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/oohhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3342045880992841788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3342045880992841788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/oohhhh.html' title='OOhhhh...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1035751460800822627</id><published>2009-10-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:02:45.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><title type='text'>I wanna live in a ball...</title><content type='html'>You know, we have it for hamsters to roll around with. Why not for human as well, so we can have those transparent ball that we can actually live in. I'm getting very sick of all the dust particles that comes from I don't know where. I hate the specks of dust lying on my stuffs and it seems to be a never ending job to keep wiping them off. I have no OCD problem, but it's really killing me. I feel like getting those auto machines that does auto vacuum around the house and is able to walk back to its own corner to recharge itself. The bad thing is that it's so bloody slow that I probably grow white hair faster than it would in cleaning the whole house. Imagine it goes zzzzz..... zzzz... zzzz...., my God~ Some more, with 3 monkeys in the house, I think it will end up be a skater vacuum. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1035751460800822627?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1035751460800822627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-live-in-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1035751460800822627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1035751460800822627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-live-in-ball.html' title='I wanna live in a ball...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-9008122457302774071</id><published>2009-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:00:44.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>So awww...</title><content type='html'>A nephew of mine recently got a scholarship for Sydney Uni. Hearing the news sends chills down my spine, in a good way. We are all so very proud of him, though I still cannot believe that I have got an 18 year old nephew and he isn't the youngest. Sure thing he worked the hardest, but it won't be possible without a good upbringing from the parents itself. Honestly, his mom, my cousin (in-law), isn't my favourite, but I have to admit that she brought up great kids. They have the greatest moral values and they are seriously a bunch of pretty polite teenagers. Something that I haven't seen for a long time in any family within this generation.For kids like them, any amount of money is definitely will be worth spending, because they showed the quality of how they can take care of themselves right from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Boss once told me, a good habit starts from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe today's parents biggest mistake is simply "buying" their kids with money. Can't blame them, because they are just too busy and money is the most efficient way to simplify things up. I have seen how money ruined children and they see their parents just as money-maker. Imagine when they aren't given or not given enough, they are going to rebel, drive everyone up the wall. When they aren't given money, don't even think to talk about love. It's a pity, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-9008122457302774071?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/9008122457302774071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-awww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/9008122457302774071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/9008122457302774071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-awww.html' title='So awww...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5118360651214108092</id><published>2009-09-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:07:39.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TrailOfThoughts'/><title type='text'>24 hours isn't enough!</title><content type='html'>I need my sleep, playing time with my April, my nephew, my niece.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to call and sms my parents and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to talk rubbish with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to catch up with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to learn guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to learn photography.&lt;br /&gt;I need time for my Mass Comm class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.... So much things to do, so little time. I will lie dead within a year if I squeeze them all into all the time I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been stubbornly trying to save my own hard cash to get my own Nikon D90, I haven't been able to get one. Ha! Now, it becoming more challenging since I have gone shopping and bleed my pocket dry before the next paycheck even come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me with more $$ and more time, please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5118360651214108092?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5118360651214108092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/24-hours-isnt-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5118360651214108092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5118360651214108092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/24-hours-isnt-enough.html' title='24 hours isn&apos;t enough!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2555529306465969836</id><published>2009-09-17T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:36:50.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocked'/><title type='text'>Sorry Mom, Dad...</title><content type='html'>For all this time I have tried to behave maturely, to let you know that I am now a big girl. I am able to spend years overseas and come back in one healthy complete piece. It has now gone to the drain. With this kitchen burning accident, I am back to zero. Sis now calls when I am home alone which ends with, "be careful at home", which could easily be translated into, "please don't burn anything else". The truth is now I don't even have a stove to start burning. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a traumatizing time these past few days, when I mean burn, it isn't a slight light up fire. Looking at the pictures  still brings chills down my spine. The house still smelt burnt and passing the burnt kitchen is like being shadowed by a ghost, burnt ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad worried for me, for my injuries, which is considered lucky judging by the aftermath of my kitchen. Mom said she couldn't sleep, thinking how terrified I must be when I tried to put out the fire, all on my own. It saddened me that at this age, I have to make my parents worried all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing of all is that not a single time they blamed me, not a harsh word being thrown at me, not even from BIL. Now I see how great a man he is. He religiously cleaned up the mess, MY mess, worked out the renovations and yet not a single time he scolded me. The renovation for the whole kitchen will cost at least a 4K, and insurance covered only 1/3, I don't even know how it worked out that way. Can you imagine? Out of nowhere, he forked out 4K and he didn't even bloody complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2555529306465969836?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2555529306465969836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-mom-dad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2555529306465969836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2555529306465969836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-mom-dad.html' title='Sorry Mom, Dad...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5506841055893548451</id><published>2009-09-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:50:28.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocked'/><title type='text'>In a state of shock</title><content type='html'>Thank You God, for giving me my life back. I know you could take it that moment, I could have slipped and fall and faint and burnt to death. I am not exaggerating, this evening was the scariest moment of my life, even scarier than when I was in SQ plane shaking in a turbulence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home alone this afternoon, as I was tired and I felt it was time to clean up the house and do some laundry. As I felt hungry, I thought I wanted to deep fry some nuggets, so I heat up the oil. I close the kitchen door as well as it was too windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, there were noises outside my house, I thought Sis came back, so I went to check. When I passed by the kitchen, it was on FIRE! Seriously, it wasn't a candlelight flicker, it was blazing! I went in and tried to put out the fire. I remembered to turn off the gas, yet in panic state, couldn't remember where is the main switch. I took the still burning pan and toss it onto the washing basin, turned on the tap. My brain couldn't remember clearly if I could use water to put out the flame, so I risked it anyway. Though before that I was beating away the fire with clothes. It was the scariest moment when the fire burned fiercely, in red orange and blue. I was afraid to get electrocuted to death if the wires got burned somewhere. Then, I remembered to wet some clothes and cover the fire with it. The neighbour and the security guard knocked on my door, probably alerted by the smoke. They came in and extinguish the fire using its appropriate tool - fire extinguisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember how the rest went on, I wished silently that I could wake up and realise that this is just one helluva bad dream. Apparently, it isn't a dream. That fear as I was fighting that fire was definitely something I wouldn't be able to forget. Since I was a child, I have always played with fire, i loved to. Now I know, it's not that friendly after all. I had light burns on my right hand mostly and one deeper burn on my left eye. Ouchie, but that's ok, I am still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The aftermath... Even the ceiling light melted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrWkNQH8PsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ITH8j5s_JrA/s1600-h/CIMG0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrWkNQH8PsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ITH8j5s_JrA/s320/CIMG0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrWkc_SnTHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/N9BkAIbA-sk/s1600-h/CIMG0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrWkc_SnTHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/N9BkAIbA-sk/s320/CIMG0825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was supposed to be the smoke extractor, it is now just an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5506841055893548451?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5506841055893548451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-state-of-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5506841055893548451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5506841055893548451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-state-of-shock.html' title='In a state of shock'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SrWkNQH8PsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ITH8j5s_JrA/s72-c/CIMG0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7417287843018132125</id><published>2009-09-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:42:10.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag-Batch1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><title type='text'>First batch of bags arrived</title><content type='html'>Well, sort of... Elle's one is still not done due to late arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since nobody seems to be coming to Singapore just when we needed them to, my cousin has decided to air courier the bags down. He absorbed the postage fee for the first batch of international order that he ever had (all my hardwork). LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a few hiccups did come along. DoMo's bag came out with Momo's eyes (both) poked to make way for the ribbons. Thank God, my Mom checked through it and they had it redone. &lt;br /&gt;Mom's conversation as reported: "Ey,did you see the eyes got poked or not? If your wife eyes got poked, you will like it or not? These people make the pictures of their dogs into the bag because they especially love their dogs right... You poke their eyes, they will sure cryyy....!!!". LOL!! Which I find extremely funny, muahahahahahah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak Peek!!! &lt;br /&gt;Can't show you guys whole bag as it will spoil the fun for the owners. LOL! Spot yours, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0821.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7417287843018132125?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7417287843018132125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-batch-of-bags-arrived.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7417287843018132125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7417287843018132125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-batch-of-bags-arrived.html' title='First batch of bags arrived'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-7610843187196939685</id><published>2009-09-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:48:38.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woof'/><title type='text'>My crazy girl........</title><content type='html'>Sis called me at work this morning and she was screaming for me to get home ASAP. Apparently, she came back from the market to find that April has poop-ed behind the door and stepped on it. Her mess was all over the house and worse still when they open the door, the poop was squashed under the door gap. My girl had poo on her 4 paws, so instead of cleaning her, Sis locked her inside the cage until I get home to bath her. This means that she urgently need to release her excess energy, LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Willy just bought a new DSLR and asked if he can 'borrow' April tomorrow for an outdoor shooting at Botanic garden. I thought to let him bring April out, but I took back my words, seriously shouldn't take the risk at all. Willy was mumbling that April is just a 2.5 kg 'object', how difficult is it to handle her. He just never know, he only met April when she is with me. This little angelic 2.5 kg baby has a gut that even German Shepherd can't beat. She listens to me and only me, her badly bullied MOMMY! Willy is also the typical take-it-easy guy, God knows if he got the nerve to unleash April in the park. She WILL run away if she isn't with me and I will cry blood if it happens. As a conclusion, April will only go out with Mommy only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thought to put some pics in, but Blogger still sucky in Firefox. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit~ in jail, nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0824.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0824.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-7610843187196939685?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7610843187196939685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-crazy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7610843187196939685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/7610843187196939685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-crazy-girl.html' title='My crazy girl........'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-5392367858672865552</id><published>2009-09-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:27:07.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Pondering still...</title><content type='html'>Have been wanting to get a degree in Mass Comm years ago, but in the end I got into Bachelor of Science anyway. I got it for my parents, when I wanted to give up halfway because it was getting too tough, they didn't disagree. That is too the reason I persevered till the end. Thank God I didn't give up, thank God for the nicest lecturers who stood by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a dream will forever be a dream, whether I am 30, 40, 50 or even 90, it is never too old to learn. I could pursue Mass Comm back then, but I chose not to, because I know something I get out of selfishness will never get me far. Especially if it forsakes the happiness of my loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am working, I want to be saving my own hard cash and get into night classes. Probably 2 subjects per semester. One thing though, I have no idea which Uni should I get into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-5392367858672865552?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5392367858672865552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/pondering-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5392367858672865552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/5392367858672865552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/pondering-still.html' title='Pondering still...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-1955664396613703573</id><published>2009-09-07T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:47:15.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>Life changes</title><content type='html'>Will these memories that I now cherished and reminisce fondly about become obsolete? There were years ago that I love going back to Chai Chee, my secondary school and think back of all those good old times. Its value is beginning to fade, though and I don't really miss it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I have moved on to better things, meet better friends, fall in and out of love with better guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the same thing happen to my memories from the land of down under? God knows how much I missed my life there. Now, all I want to do is going back to the memory lane, our little Marsfield suburb, the Darlingest Harbour, probably the only reason why I want to get a DSLR is to take the nicest pictures there and keep it till I am old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few years time, when I read back on this post, will this memories I missed now become redundant? We'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-1955664396613703573?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1955664396613703573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1955664396613703573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/1955664396613703573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-changes.html' title='Life changes'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8033737686897071766</id><published>2009-09-05T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:10:01.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>Not sickness, but from tiredness. I went to a dinner in Malaysia last night with the bosses and the rest of the colleagues. My... aren't I in the wrong place to work, in a good way. LOL! After the hard work of getting to the place itself, we had a satisfying seafood dinner. We were the noisiest guests, probably ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played stupid exciting games and it was sooooo fun. I laughed till my jaw hurts. I ate freaking raw prawn and oysters, to think that I hate seafood and I have not even eaten the cooked ones. Damn it! It tastes like helllllllllll... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one satisfying night, really. Glad I wasn't in the shut off mode and made up one reason not to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics... as they are all probably too scandalous to expose...! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8033737686897071766?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8033737686897071766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/recovering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8033737686897071766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8033737686897071766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-3395509489029193111</id><published>2009-09-01T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:42:16.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag-Batch1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><title type='text'>Bag-Batch1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LATEST UPDATEE 15/8 !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Pics are on its way to JAKARTA! &lt;br /&gt;Those who might be interested to join can wait for Blue and Jo's batch... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LATEST UPDATEE 11/8 !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS HAVE TO REACH ME BY FRIDAY! COS MY MOM IS GOING HOME ON SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, you will have to create your own party of 5 to order. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since orders are now confirmed, please send $$ to DBS SAVINGS - 018-5-096544&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s1600-h/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972962419561138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s400/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muahahaha.... I just like this pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Updated as at 06/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I will need you to send me a HARDCOPY 5R picture to my home address as the company will print out the bag using hardcopy pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Let me know if you are interested, so I can book a slot for you! Otherwise I will close the order anytime after I reach 5 orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Order lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;(to send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-returnable 5R hardcopy&lt;/span&gt; picture and $60 to my DBS a/c upon confirmation):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Janice (bebe) - Design 2 (PIC + $$ Received)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; Domo - Design 2 (PIC Received)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Elle - Design 2 (PIC Received)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; Ela - Design 2 (PIC + $$ received)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; Jo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Lynn - Design 7 (Pic + $$ received)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the bag shop is my cousin and he just started the business a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;For 1 bag, he gave me $70, but if we have more than 5 pieces, we can get each for $60. As such, I put a mark on 5 pieces before I will carry out the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note from me:&lt;br /&gt;I am just helping you guys and my cousin to order because I think the bag is really sweet, I earned $0 from your transactions, so don't KPKB to me when you find nicer bag, cheaper price, etc etc. If I hear it from you, I will not return your $ and you will receive no bag!! (I am dead serious!) So, please appreciate my effort. Do your job as a buyer and do the necessary homework before you commit in making an order. And also there is no postage costs as we usually have relatives coming in and out of Singapore, so we can ask them to bring in for Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terms &amp;amp; Conditions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You cannot choose the color of the bag as it will be put as close to the background of the picture otherwise it will not be nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. No payment, no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3. A good resolution HARD COPY LANDSCAPE mode 5R picture of your babe is needed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. The picture is printed on both sides of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a shout on my chatbox or comment on this post, or those who knows me personally (you know where you can find me (^-*)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All updates will be done on this post, bookmark it! &lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch1.html"&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Added~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0604.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/CIMG0606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Bags design to choose from (April's bag is Design 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/merkuries/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-3395509489029193111?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3395509489029193111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3395509489029193111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/3395509489029193111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/09/bag-batch1.html' title='Bag-Batch1'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SnfD-qteUrI/AAAAAAAAAps/YFssJQK3aHs/s72-c/6175_118988112174_532417174_2772876_2781180_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-2254912518300060043</id><published>2009-08-31T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:42:22.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petquisite'/><title type='text'>Bag ready!</title><content type='html'>Hehehehehehehe..... I didn't run away with your money, reallyyyy....  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready in Jakarta, I mean.... It's ready for collection, though we are still waiting for another one, whose pic arrived late. Hehe.. Quite a quick one, I think. But we still have to wait for someone to come by SG to give us a free bag ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient ok guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-2254912518300060043?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2254912518300060043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/bag-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2254912518300060043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/2254912518300060043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/bag-ready.html' title='Bag ready!'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778600810477087051.post-8969736251911885748</id><published>2009-08-30T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:19:47.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debut'/><title type='text'>493 posts later...</title><content type='html'>3/3/05 - the first post in my blog was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anonymous in this blog for years. No pictures, no names, nothing. At that point of time, it seems like the best idea to stay that way. No one knows you, so they can't judge you. How I wished I didn't change my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me would understand that the point of this blog is just a way for me to vent my desire to write. I love to write, always have. This blog has been supporting my 493 posts and I have a special bonding with blogger and accustomed with the name 'hearwhatiwrite'. Just as I refused to change my MSN hotmail address, although I am seriously embarrassed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was NEVER my diary, it was just personal, nothing private. From my personal thoughts, it has evolved into a place where my close friends are updated about what's going on with my life and I enjoyed it that way most. No one knows about this blog because it's never been disclosed in MSN, Facebook or Friendster publicly. So, when it backfired in the most hurting way possible, I decide to start afresh. It's the best feeling, as if to have finally gotten rid of a bag of rotten potatoes from my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as sucky as it is now in Blogger, even though Livejournal is damn tempting, I refuse to jump the ship because my Dad just lectured me on loyalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;Once again, bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778600810477087051-8969736251911885748?l=hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8969736251911885748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/493-posts-later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8969736251911885748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778600810477087051/posts/default/8969736251911885748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/493-posts-later.html' title='493 posts later...'/><author><name>..Maria..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12267071280633996085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqYVXtOC0SA/SavhtIXEb9I/AAAAAAAAAig/NZnxzBWGeOU/S220/CIMG0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
