<?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-7871086547628364087</id><updated>2012-01-28T13:09:51.644+08:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='Volunteer'/><category term='Travelling'/><category term='Exploring Loughborough'/><category term='Life in Butler Court'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Lyd's escapade</title><subtitle type='html'>Just another chapter of my life...a once-in-a-lifetime adventure!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4504229454269236765</id><published>2011-08-07T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:41:08.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The month of July has been my busiest month ever. It was packed with birthday celebrations, promotion celebrations, farewells, relatives' hospital stay, mother's visit, GMAT, and lastly an increasing amount of workload, which I'm struggling to handle. I am really sorry that I have to cancel and miss many outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even have time to go for my exercise for the whole of July!!! Imagine all the scrumptious food that had filled up my stomach and the minimal calorie-burning, haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when someone acknowledges your presence by just raising his hand and asking you to talk to his hand, without even looking at you, what will you feel? It's damn irritating! May as well don't wave at me! Don't even talk to me! So freaking arrogant! Ok, this's random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more about my GMAT next time! hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4504229454269236765?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4504229454269236765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4504229454269236765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4504229454269236765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4504229454269236765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/08/month-of-july-has-been-my-busiest-month.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-794982326096233359</id><published>2011-07-01T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:40:18.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>I find these two contradicting wishes very interesting. Let me quote my parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Semoga cepat dapat jodoh, cepat kawin..." (May you find the one soon, may you get married faster...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Maju terus pantang mundur. Semoga jadi CEO..." (Keep going, don't give up...may you become CEO...) My dad has always been very proud of my work achievements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be born a guy, and life won't be as complicated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-794982326096233359?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/794982326096233359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=794982326096233359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/794982326096233359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/794982326096233359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/07/26th-birthday-wishes.html' title='26th Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3466848730990640720</id><published>2011-06-28T19:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:56:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I saw an email on the testing, which I'm supposed to inspect, my heart sank. It's scheduled on 1st July, at 23:59pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are 31 days in July, which they can choose from, and how unlucky I am to get to inspect the one that falls on my birthday! And it's a Friday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, despite many responses asking me to either pretend to be sick, ask someone to replace, or tell them it's ur birthday, I replied to that email: "1st July is my birthday! Haha, but it's ok...I'll be there :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;This morning, I was so touched when the staff replied this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh really...what a coincidence! This does  not feel right. I will propose an alternative date for your inspection because  all human beings alike, nobody wants to be doing LSC05 Testing on their  birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;That email just made my day. Luckily, I don't need to feel guilty, as last minute, there is another testing, that has to be scheduled on that day, so the one that I need to inspect on can be postponed!!! :)&lt;/span&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/7871086547628364087-3466848730990640720?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3466848730990640720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3466848730990640720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3466848730990640720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3466848730990640720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/06/moment-i-saw-email-on-testing-which-im.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-9137609795968466602</id><published>2011-06-22T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:41:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The moment the bonus appeared on my payslip, the amount of workload suddenly shot up exponentially. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of things to be settled that I always write down at the beginning of each day just grow longer and longer since I came back. Spending at least half a day out of office daily is making things worse :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-9137609795968466602?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/9137609795968466602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=9137609795968466602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/9137609795968466602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/9137609795968466602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/06/moment-bonus-appeared-on-my-payslip.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-893795505394338820</id><published>2011-06-15T23:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:12:06.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss HOME!</title><content type='html'>Two days after coming back to Singapore, I booked the next flight home: 24 Dec - 28 Dec (total 2 days leave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not miss home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXLSGgAf1NY/TfjUUfDG0oI/AAAAAAAAK4s/MUXUrM9T3mE/s1600/DSC08557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXLSGgAf1NY/TfjUUfDG0oI/AAAAAAAAK4s/MUXUrM9T3mE/s320/DSC08557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618473983541695106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My super comfortable bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwxGfINGquk/TfjWTfNeA5I/AAAAAAAAK5M/cN6VGicSKec/s1600/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwxGfINGquk/TfjWTfNeA5I/AAAAAAAAK5M/cN6VGicSKec/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476165428544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super high-tech shower box (complete with remote control and choices of water coming out from 3 different sources: normal shower, rain shower, and wall shower!) with very beautiful roses background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-5MS1gL0QU/TfjXGcEpHuI/AAAAAAAAK5U/sQVtN86mpYQ/s1600/DSC08585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-5MS1gL0QU/TfjXGcEpHuI/AAAAAAAAK5U/sQVtN86mpYQ/s320/DSC08585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618477040759545570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KTV at any time of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most important of all, my parents and my brother, whom I can always see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about my future and the more I observe what is happening around me, the more I am convinced that I can be richer back home, and not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-893795505394338820?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/893795505394338820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=893795505394338820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/893795505394338820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/893795505394338820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-home.html' title='I miss HOME!'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXLSGgAf1NY/TfjUUfDG0oI/AAAAAAAAK4s/MUXUrM9T3mE/s72-c/DSC08557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3170148155348653171</id><published>2011-06-02T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:58:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going HOME...back to the place where I belong!</title><content type='html'>I will be off to Jakarta on Saturday morning, attend my cousin's engagement on Sunday night, and be off to my hometown on Monday 5 am! My dad and I already plan not to sleep after the Sunday party, as we need to get to the airport at 3 am. That's how urgent I need to get to my hometown to enjoy undisturbed sleep on my new bed and karaoke-ing at any time I want! Damn shiok!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3170148155348653171?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3170148155348653171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3170148155348653171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3170148155348653171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3170148155348653171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-homeback-to-place-where-i.html' title='I&apos;m going HOME...back to the place where I belong!'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2832844290906467398</id><published>2011-05-24T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:02:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine who just got married message me today, "We are going to Singapore for honeymoon tomorrow, let's meet up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate reaction was, "Another one!" This is not the first couple that I had to entertain during their honeymoon in Singapore. And I have another couple coming in June as well. I took the bumboat along Singapore river with one couple during their honeymoon and I was there all the time to take photos and to observe their lovey-doveyness (is there such a word? haha). I even met them again when they came back to Singapore for their 1st year anniversary. Why must they always haunt me??? May all my good deeds bring good karma into my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my cousin getting married in less than a month time, the conversation in the family always revolves around her wedding, especially she's the first one to get married among all my cousins from my mom's side. The only time they turn to you is to ask you, "So when is your turn?"&lt;br /&gt;Standard reaction: *fake smile* full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to go home to enjoy my new room and not really for the wedding. I could predict what is going to happen during such a grand wedding. The whole town will be there. Most likely i'll meet my primary and secondary school mates and they will be with their husband and kid/s. All my mom's friends who know me, will be there too. They will be saying these, "Wah, Lydia is so big already! Long time no see...So pretty! So when is your turn? Faster...don't wait anymore." Then they will turn to my mom, "Faster arrange for her..."&lt;br /&gt;Standard reaction: *fake smile* full stop, with a strong wish that they stop talking. Oh did i tell you that all the sentences above come only from one aunty or one group of aunties? I will be listening to at least 10 sets of those sentences during the wedding night. Imagine how sucky the feeling is, you want to scream at them but you can't, you want to throw wine glasses at them but you also can't. Luckily I have mastered the skill of faking my smile such that it looks very innocent and genuine, even though my heart is crying! Isn't it cool? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself that if I ever get married one day, I will always be sensitive on this issue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2832844290906467398?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2832844290906467398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2832844290906467398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2832844290906467398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2832844290906467398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/friend-of-mine-who-just-got-married.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3191698096851688301</id><published>2011-05-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:54:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the most productive Saturday and the least productive Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 21 May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 am: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;6.30 am: Took cab to Changi Airport to send my brother home&lt;br /&gt;7.15 am: Had breakfast with my brother @ Toast Box, Terminal 2&lt;br /&gt;8 am: Took the train back&lt;br /&gt;8.45 am: Reached YMCA&lt;br /&gt;845 am  to 11 am: Waited for my Indo friend who was supposed to land at 8 am in the morning and reached YMCA by 9 am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but did not appear till 11 am. Finished reading about 70 pages of Zig Ziglar's See You at the Top while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;11 am: Left YMCA, gave up on waiting for her&lt;br /&gt;11.45 am: Had 1-hour body massage at Spa Infinity with Gracia&lt;br /&gt;12.45 pm: Had lunch at Spa Infinity Cafe&lt;br /&gt;1.15 pm: Jacuzzi and girls talk&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm to 4.30 pm: Manicure and Pedicure at Nail Palace&lt;br /&gt;4.30 pm to 6.30 pm: Shopping&lt;br /&gt;6.45 pm - 9 pm: Watched Pirates with TF&lt;br /&gt;9 pm: Late dinner&lt;br /&gt;11 pm: Concussed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an impressive Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 22 May 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 am: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;9.30 am: Read newspaper&lt;br /&gt;10.15 am: Uncle and cousin reached home - from Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;10.30 am: Peeled mangoes&lt;br /&gt;11 am: Tried to plan my script for the briefing of the new batch of potential MTs on Monday&lt;br /&gt;12.30 pm: Lunch, only 2 sentences crafted for the script. Luckily the bulk of the script came from the script, which I prepared last year&lt;br /&gt;1.30 pm: Continue thinking on what to say&lt;br /&gt;3 pm: Fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;5.30 pm: Woke up, panicked!&lt;br /&gt;6 pm: Dinner&lt;br /&gt;6.30 pm: Glued to the computer screen. This time round, the brain was working perfectly. Sentences after sentences came out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;7 pm: Revised on what to say&lt;br /&gt;8 pm: Cousin came to my room to talk&lt;br /&gt;10.40 pm: Shit, I am not ready to talk tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how wasted my Sunday was. Zero GMAT question was even completed. The GMAT book was indeed left untouched! The minutes of meeting which I planned to write at home were also untouched! I took the draft papers out on Friday night and now I'm putting them back into my bag to bring back to office to do. I didn't even go for my YOGA class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3191698096851688301?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3191698096851688301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3191698096851688301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3191698096851688301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3191698096851688301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-had-most-productive-saturday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7674046625380770066</id><published>2011-05-19T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:16:05.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I want to get married, being in that room next to her made me realize that deep inside my heart, I aspire to be as powerful as her :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7674046625380770066?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7674046625380770066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7674046625380770066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7674046625380770066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7674046625380770066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-much-as-i-want-to-get-married-being.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8841096491451170896</id><published>2011-05-17T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:51:02.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am amazed at how mothers can be excited over the possible future relationship between their children when the children themselves can't be bothered of what their mothers have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a stage on a wedding when only the parents were there, but no bride and groom! haha...simply because the families are in love with each other, but sadly not their children. Of course, everyone wishes that things will go as expected, so that the gossip that has been going around town can finally be confirmed. Only time will tell...what lies ahead of this uncertain journey of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8841096491451170896?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8841096491451170896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8841096491451170896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8841096491451170896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8841096491451170896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-amazed-at-how-mothers-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-944573636113353198</id><published>2011-05-08T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:28:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooops...I just found out that the SMRT Silver Tribute Charity Show has been postponed to 5 June 2011, 7 pm and I won't be able to watch it as that's my cousin's engagement day in Jakarta!!! Arrrgggh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-944573636113353198?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/944573636113353198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=944573636113353198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/944573636113353198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/944573636113353198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/ooops.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7841741714036640299</id><published>2011-05-06T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:43:06.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Tribute Charity Night</title><content type='html'>Tune in to Channel 8 at 7 pm this Sunday, 8 May 2011!&lt;br /&gt;And you may see me "scooping soon kueh" or doing any other random stuff! haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603412350078349890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfWh-9usQzY/TcNR2CB08kI/AAAAAAAAK4g/MpA4Qmdb78k/s320/STF.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7841741714036640299?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7841741714036640299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7841741714036640299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7841741714036640299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7841741714036640299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/silver-tribute-charity-night.html' title='The Silver Tribute Charity Night'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfWh-9usQzY/TcNR2CB08kI/AAAAAAAAK4g/MpA4Qmdb78k/s72-c/STF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-235807135033912503</id><published>2011-05-02T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:43:06.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I attended political rally. I have never even attended any rally in my own country. Last Saturday, my friends and I attended Singapore People's Party Rally at Potong Pasir, out of convenience, after our dinner.  It was interesting to see how the crowd cheered for the opposition every time the candidate highlighted what the ruling party had failed to do. I even clapped several times, for their courage to speak up! That's how Singaporean-ized I have become, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a proof that I was there (some of them were not captured inside the photo, as they were too engrossed with the speech).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFFbLsMJzsE/Tb6ys23b4DI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/-A7TGWP9thI/s1600/DSC08527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFFbLsMJzsE/Tb6ys23b4DI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/-A7TGWP9thI/s320/DSC08527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602111470207492146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it was one of my best friend's 1st wedding anniversary yesterday, and another best friend's wedding day too! Another JC friend got engaged yesterday too! I sincerely wish them: Congratulations :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-235807135033912503?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/235807135033912503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=235807135033912503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/235807135033912503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/235807135033912503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-attended.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFFbLsMJzsE/Tb6ys23b4DI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/-A7TGWP9thI/s72-c/DSC08527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4776884160257639704</id><published>2011-04-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:33:22.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so looking forward to this weekend's trip to Jakarta with my best friends. Finally, a break after weeks of packed work schedule. This trip is specially arranged for dress-fitting. I'll be doing 3 dress fittings for this trip - final fitting of two dresses for my cousin's engagement and wedding and first measurement of one dress for Isadora's wedding in New Zealand! ***excited mode on***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next trip to look forward to is the 9-days trip back home in June for my cousin's engagement &amp;amp; wedding! I bet I won't feel like coming back to Singapore after this trip, as I'll get to experience my new bedroom in my new house, with my first-ever walk-in wardrobe!!! My dad has been telling me how great it looks, after the interior designer finished up the final touch...oh my...this's really the best trick to attract me back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Zealand trip in November will be my final trip out of the country this year...another long trip with the girls to look forward to! And with that trip, all my leave this year would have been consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking forward to the rest of the months - busier schedule, turning 26, sitting for GMAT, contemplating about uncertain future, preparing for MBA application, and many more not-so-fun events!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4776884160257639704?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4776884160257639704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4776884160257639704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4776884160257639704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4776884160257639704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-looking-forward-to-this-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5687812716245288079</id><published>2011-04-16T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:08:05.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteer'/><title type='text'>Passing-it-on Project</title><content type='html'>I had a meaningful Saturday, volunteering in the Passing-it-on bazaar by Trans Family Service Centre, supported by SMRT. It was a bazaar of old clothes/toys/books/bags/shoes, and many more for the needy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the young girls' clothes arranged nicely by me...Most of the clothes were still in good quality! and there were many dresses that were so cuteeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KENwWKX-Q8g/TapfthR90AI/AAAAAAAAK3g/xrPyIWMmV4A/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KENwWKX-Q8g/TapfthR90AI/AAAAAAAAK3g/xrPyIWMmV4A/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596390722593738754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the children section, there were many more sub-sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96DtbPjNgac/Tapft1pmAwI/AAAAAAAAK3o/m-oGftljb1k/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96DtbPjNgac/Tapft1pmAwI/AAAAAAAAK3o/m-oGftljb1k/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596390728061551362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young Boys Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plPKVVvEqcE/TapfuTM8GiI/AAAAAAAAK3w/U5XqDi0KP2c/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plPKVVvEqcE/TapfuTM8GiI/AAAAAAAAK3w/U5XqDi0KP2c/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596390735994427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n26-zjnN67Y/Tapfun-iiZI/AAAAAAAAK34/h9LXT6xl-qg/s1600/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n26-zjnN67Y/Tapfun-iiZI/AAAAAAAAK34/h9LXT6xl-qg/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596390741571176850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toys Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The moment the families came down to grab those items, the neatly-piled clothes and toys turned into a big MESS! I shouldn't have arranged it so nicely, I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MibWu0NLLh4/TapfvCocYPI/AAAAAAAAK4A/A2zzJYYTnOY/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MibWu0NLLh4/TapfvCocYPI/AAAAAAAAK4A/A2zzJYYTnOY/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596390748726255858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It really touched me when I saw many mothers ravaging through piles of old clothes, hoping to grab decent piece of clothes for their daughter/son. The younger ones stood still next to their mother, waiting for their mother to put their selected clothes against them for rough measurement. The elder ones would select the clothes that they want themselves. It made me realize that there are so many lucky kids out there (I was one of them), who have the luxury of shopping for clothes in the mall or even branded stores. Look at these kids...this bazaar really made their day! And they were extremely happy to grab so many clothes in a day...just enough to let them have a complete makeover to their wardrobe. And these clothes were not even new...yet they were so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VG3kL4Ykreg/Tapj3A_KqNI/AAAAAAAAK4I/n9mSXSNvKOo/s1600/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VG3kL4Ykreg/Tapj3A_KqNI/AAAAAAAAK4I/n9mSXSNvKOo/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596395283770157266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end of the bazaar, when all the families have left, we were left with some unwanted items. Look at the unwanted soft toys below..If i were the toy, i would be extremely SAD for not being picked up by any of the kids,haha...It reminded me of the Toy Story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYqwrJ5xQ1Y/Tapj3fMDr3I/AAAAAAAAK4Q/3pXw55mFiAA/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYqwrJ5xQ1Y/Tapj3fMDr3I/AAAAAAAAK4Q/3pXw55mFiAA/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596395291877289842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I learn from these families? Life can be tough but be happy with what you have...there are so many people out there who are even at the worse state of their life...yet life still has to go on. Don't complain...be thankful! This is what I always love from doing community service...It made me forget about all the problems that I have and made me realize how fortunate I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5687812716245288079?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5687812716245288079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5687812716245288079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5687812716245288079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5687812716245288079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/04/passing-it-on-project.html' title='Passing-it-on Project'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KENwWKX-Q8g/TapfthR90AI/AAAAAAAAK3g/xrPyIWMmV4A/s72-c/IMG_1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8966557267738235161</id><published>2011-04-13T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:00:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was 4pm. I was really tired, my back ached...I had lots of things to settle at work...Staring at my schedule didn't help at all, my calendar's packed till end of this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whatsapp-ed my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lyd: "Let's hang out this Friday after work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tes: "What's up? Are you alright? In need of company?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lyd: "I'm freaking tired of work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tes: "Me too!!! I feel like running away from here and marry someone! (or 'kawin lari' in Indo)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lyd: "Haha, marry a monkey, you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tes: "Haaa, i'm more suitable with a 'dragon' than a 'monkey'. Why don't you marry a 'monkey'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was referring to the compatibility, based on Chinese zodiac. I wasn't even thinking of that when I said 'monkey', haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lyd: "I have to marry a 'rooster', not 'monkey'! Btw, my younger brother is a 'dragon'. Hahaha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tes: "Haha..out of bound! Eh...my younger brother is a 'rooster'! Born in 1993"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lyd: "Seriously?!?!?! What a coincidence! Well, maybe that shall be our last resort, haha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tes: "Darling, by the time we resort to our last resort, these young men won't be available anymore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lyd: "Hmmm...that's true! My brother may still be available though,haha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation made me smile! We have been friends for 11 years and just from some random conversation, we found out about our brothers' chinese zodiac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8966557267738235161?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8966557267738235161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8966557267738235161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8966557267738235161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8966557267738235161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-4pm.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8208026582768308794</id><published>2011-04-04T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:12:57.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>The Best Tau Huay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ar_PdMDDI/TZnYoWKP4QI/AAAAAAAAK3Y/eLvdt8hws7w/s1600/IMG_1086%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5-cOBxnaWk/TZnYZWF7FbI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/GxLyex1U_-c/s1600/IMG_1085%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5-cOBxnaWk/TZnYZWF7FbI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/GxLyex1U_-c/s320/IMG_1085%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738342295934386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the best tau huay in the world at Old Airport Road. I first heard about this shop from Channel 8 (I think) quite some time back and totally forgot the shop's name till I saw the longest queue formed right in front of this stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was already at Old Airport Road, I die die had to eat this. So we queued and we even planned how many tau huay we should tapao home. After all the planning, queuing for 20 minutes, and building the excitement over this tau huay, the tau huay uncle's daughter raised a sign, which read, "SOLD OUT! Please come back at 8.30pm." :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing all the greedy people, who ta pao more than 10 bowls home. I just couldn't believe that it's sold out, as the fridge was still full with bowls of tau huay, and she only managed to clear 1/3 of the queue and all the bowls are sold out???? So impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so determined to eat this that I went back to the stall at 8pm after my dinner. Guess what, I had to leave my name, contact number, and number of bowls I would like to order!!!!!! She was holding on to a paper, on which an Excel table was drawn to record this information. She asked us to come back at 8.30 pm. We waited for another 30 minutes for this legendary tau huay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 8.30 pm, a queue started to form in front of this stall. It gets longer and longer...and by the time we made our way there, we saw a sign recently pasted on the fridge, "SOLD OUT! Except for those, who have ordered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!! Lucky we ordered man!!!!! The tau huay uncle kept on saying sorry for making us wait for so long...I wanted to tell him, " Not your fault, man!!!...or maybe it's ur Fault for making such a delicious tau huay!" At that time, I didn't know how it tasted. We didn't eat the tau huay there, as the uncle's daughter told us to put in the fridge first, since it's not that cold yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ar_PdMDDI/TZnYoWKP4QI/AAAAAAAAK3Y/eLvdt8hws7w/s1600/IMG_1086%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ar_PdMDDI/TZnYoWKP4QI/AAAAAAAAK3Y/eLvdt8hws7w/s320/IMG_1086%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738600012112130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$1.50 for a bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I was so impatient. I put it in the Freezer! haha...for a while...and when it's cold enough, I immediately gave it a try. OMG!!! It's the smoothest tau huay I have ever eaten in my entire life...the tau huay literally MELTS in your mouth, that the moment your tongue touches it, it feels like having thick soya bean milk in your mouth instantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my description is not so great...but this is TF's reaction, after eating it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm truly impressed that such simple fare can have a profound impact on my soul. I'm truly humbled by the experience. The taste is equivalent to a taste between clouds and heaven...almost made by deity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even said he wanted to buy the whole stall as it's really a money tree! And once you own it, you can get to eat this tau huay for FREE everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with him and his unusual way of describing it! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll go back there again to ta pao 20 bowls! I don't care if other people curse me... I'm a Singaporean at heart, remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8208026582768308794?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8208026582768308794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8208026582768308794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8208026582768308794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8208026582768308794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-tau-huay.html' title='The Best Tau Huay'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5-cOBxnaWk/TZnYZWF7FbI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/GxLyex1U_-c/s72-c/IMG_1085%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2263258439807850577</id><published>2011-04-03T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:07:34.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>The future of Niners</title><content type='html'>When the girls meet up, the topic of our conversation will always revolve around what lies ahead of us, how unstable life is, who else in the group is getting engaged or married, who just gave birth, work life, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we talked again. I found out that one of us is getting engaged this year and married next year, and that means we'll lose her as she will be going back to Indonesia. Our gang is getting smaller and smaller as time passes by, as many realize that going back to Indonesia is the way to go and not be stuck in this country.  It made us think that maybe we should also go back one day. It's really sad that the Singapore chapter, which 40 of us started 11 years ago, has to finally be closed one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are still stuck here, with no clear direction, are always in dilemma. We always talk about this dilemma, every time we meet, but there is always no solution. We spent our youths here, we are comfortable with Singapore lifestyle, we feel safe here, many of our friends are here, but this is not our hometown...this is not where we belong...this is not where our family is...this is not where our family wishes us to be in. You wouldn't want to be in our shoes. It sucks not knowing what's next. Sometimes it made us think whether the decision to come to Singapore is the wisest decision ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who finally decided to close the Singapore chapter, they left mostly because they found someone to marry in Indonesia. Everything's clear...go back home, get married, and settle down there. It's a happy ending for both the family and the newly-wed. For those of us who are still stuck here,  we have been wishing to find the right partner, who will decide where our future will be and whether we can still give ourselves another 2-3 years here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I promise the girls that I will still organize gatherings, even though one day all of us may be separated by islands. It's really really sad...we 'grew up' together in this country, away from our family, supporting each other since we were 14/15 years old. Some of us were separated by schools since secondary school, some of us shared same hostels, some were united in the JCs and universities, and yet the bond between us still grows stronger as time passes by. I can't imagine the day I have to leave this country, leaving behind my best friends, and the memories we have crafted together! Maybe Singapore is the perfect reunion spot for all of us. I just wish that one day, we will still be able to meet up to laugh and cry together, even though each one of us already has our own married life to take care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2263258439807850577?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2263258439807850577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2263258439807850577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2263258439807850577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2263258439807850577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/04/future-of-niners.html' title='The future of Niners'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-432243561633364389</id><published>2011-03-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:39:16.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On my first job, I witnessed how low the morale was among the executives, as many left the companies, one after another, after a short period of working in the company. The rate of executives leaving the company is on average 1 person per month. I joined them in the end...there were so many of us that we even set up an Alumni Club for ex-employees of SM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on my second job, I am witnessing another high turnover rate of staff. This time round, it's among the senior management. Eight senior management (VPs, SVP, EVP, COO, CFO) left within a year! Isn't it crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i work for a company, where I won't witness such a high turnover rate among all staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back to studying GMAT...I just realized that it's tough!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-432243561633364389?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/432243561633364389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=432243561633364389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/432243561633364389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/432243561633364389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-my-first-job-i-witnessed-how-low.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-463399312557838797</id><published>2011-03-23T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:22:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GMAT</title><content type='html'>I did it! I just registered for GMAT session on 18 July 2011!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That means I have about 3 solid months (minus the trip back home) to STUDY! Yay, I can finally start studying AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I shall not waste anymore time just hoping and wishing for my own wedding to happen soon. Using my theory that planning for wedding takes at least 1 year, I can certainly confirm that by March 2012, I won't be married yet, haha...So, i shall start taking one step at a time towards my MBA. How I wish finding someone to marry is as easy as signing up for GMAT. Register, study, and ace it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-463399312557838797?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/463399312557838797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=463399312557838797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/463399312557838797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/463399312557838797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-did-it-i-just-signed-up-for-gmat-on.html' title='GMAT'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-6891145194757874403</id><published>2011-03-16T21:36:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:41:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable BALI Trip</title><content type='html'>12 facts about my recent Bali trip with the ladies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many locals and ang mohs thought that I'm a SINGAPOREAN!!! This is so unbelievable...I had to tell the locals that they are my country men!!! "Merah putih mas...Garuda di dadaku!" Tes and her sister were mistaken to be from Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The room in Tune Hotel is the smallest single room that I have ever stayed in. Measuring roughly 2m x 3m, it's just enough to sleep and bathe. However, I LOVE the King Koil Mattress and the rain shower! It's really enough to wrap up a tiring day. I'm amazed at the control system, which limits the usage of AC, based on how many hours of credit that you bought. It's a very safe hotel indeed, with card access system and electronic safe box at each room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJmkWOrjVdA/TYDBF0TlyyI/AAAAAAAAKxY/sbsWvlgF1i4/s1600/DSC07709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJmkWOrjVdA/TYDBF0TlyyI/AAAAAAAAKxY/sbsWvlgF1i4/s320/DSC07709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584675843623734050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vq8qDbXRn7Q/TYDBGdWwQ_I/AAAAAAAAKxg/zU10irKgm5s/s1600/DSC08067.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vq8qDbXRn7Q/TYDBGdWwQ_I/AAAAAAAAKxg/zU10irKgm5s/s320/DSC08067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584675854642856946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDFTFvPZnPg/TYDCSzqgkWI/AAAAAAAAKxo/Qj04c84Wx_g/s1600/DSC07724.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Tessie and I went to Bali on a mission...this was what we captured at Kuta Beach on our first day in Bali!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDFTFvPZnPg/TYDCSzqgkWI/AAAAAAAAKxo/Qj04c84Wx_g/s1600/DSC07724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDFTFvPZnPg/TYDCSzqgkWI/AAAAAAAAKxo/Qj04c84Wx_g/s320/DSC07724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584677166301352290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Bali after 3 days with an unaccomplished mission, haha...we are not as lucky as Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat Pray Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bali beaches are not the best beaches I have ever seen. We went to Kuta Beach, Tanjung Benoa Beach, Padang-padang Beach, and Dreamland Beach. The weather probably made it worse. Bali was pretty gloomy when we were there. It was either raining or the sun was completely covered by the cloud. The beaches are dirty and I couldn't stand the locals who did force-selling of souvenirs or services. I did not even dare to wear my swimsuit, not to mention bikini...you can sense the eyes of the locals (beach boys and uncles) all over your body. Even with just T-shirts and shorts, the 3 of us were already ogled at and approached with small talks. The most common remark thrown at us, "Aduh cantiknya...", "Mbak atau ibu ya?", "Honey, I love you!", "Darling, duduk sini..." The only way we could shut them off was by saying that WE ARE MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQNndmrgQAo/TYW5GYBOtwI/AAAAAAAAKyY/GGVToE0S7o4/s1600/DSC07740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQNndmrgQAo/TYW5GYBOtwI/AAAAAAAAKyY/GGVToE0S7o4/s320/DSC07740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586074432000931586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuta Beach - We were standing at the spot where swimming is prohibited during high tide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwJz6lUOg20/TYW5GmsxcHI/AAAAAAAAKyg/kjdcuyraqA0/s1600/DSC07765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwJz6lUOg20/TYW5GmsxcHI/AAAAAAAAKyg/kjdcuyraqA0/s320/DSC07765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586074435941658738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuta Beach - Random Yoga pose, I love the background!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E-REHLzYlk/TYW5Gw3ba5I/AAAAAAAAKyo/dYiY5Lqezuw/s1600/DSC07777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E-REHLzYlk/TYW5Gw3ba5I/AAAAAAAAKyo/dYiY5Lqezuw/s320/DSC07777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586074438670707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuta Beach - Freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OMTcvrlOSg/TYW5HVUdKzI/AAAAAAAAKyw/CaqetJutsRI/s1600/DSC08085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OMTcvrlOSg/TYW5HVUdKzI/AAAAAAAAKyw/CaqetJutsRI/s320/DSC08085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586074448456133426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanjung Benoa Beach - 3 of us posing after doing water sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KOiMm24Zwk/TYW5H0dBAJI/AAAAAAAAKy4/VfiJKu5CpL0/s1600/DSC08154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KOiMm24Zwk/TYW5H0dBAJI/AAAAAAAAKy4/VfiJKu5CpL0/s320/DSC08154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586074456813535378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padang-padang Beach - View from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7IUXvZYTfoU/TYW5g1sSvdI/AAAAAAAAKzA/bkcXEPM5PZM/s1600/DSC08173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7IUXvZYTfoU/TYW5g1sSvdI/AAAAAAAAKzA/bkcXEPM5PZM/s320/DSC08173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586074886642777554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreamland Beach - my most favourite beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 2-hours full body massage at Cozy Spa was damn shiok! By the way, the package was called "Take me to the moon." Indeed, it successfully took me to the moon, that I had to be tapped twice by the masseuse to bring my soul back to my body on earth, when she needed me to turn over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rafting at Ayung River (the longest and largest river in Bali) is the best outdoor experience ever. We shared the same rafting provider as another 3 British guyz. As the 6 of us alighted from the car that fetched us at our hotels, the locals at the rafting place threw this question to the angmohs, "Which one is your girlfriend?" The angmohs were polite enough to say that they just met us and we are nice girls!&lt;br /&gt;The river is located further down the cliff, and we had to precariously make our way down the steep and slippery nature stairs. The moment we were pushed off from the river bank, there was no turning point. The rapid, accompanied by occasional paddling, carried us through the next 2 hours. We hit the rocks couple of times, and when our 'boat' was stuck there, we had to sit on top of each other and shake the 'boat' away from the rock in a very funny manner, that just looked WRONG. There were many waterfalls along the way and we had the chance to paddle our 'boat' towards them. Water splashing was so common everytime we met other rafts along the way. The 3 angmohs were so energetic, that the 3 of us could take a break from paddling sometimes. We even called one of them "BAGONG" due to his body size and enthusiasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqyyrsE0gbc/TYDQtcBE9gI/AAAAAAAAKxw/pEtIGB_f6_0/s1600/DSC07850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqyyrsE0gbc/TYDQtcBE9gI/AAAAAAAAKxw/pEtIGB_f6_0/s320/DSC07850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584693016972817922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJBL5U1oSI/TYDQu_gGUhI/AAAAAAAAKyI/njbvVhL-ofU/s1600/DSC07870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJBL5U1oSI/TYDQu_gGUhI/AAAAAAAAKyI/njbvVhL-ofU/s320/DSC07870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584693043678040594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                                     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resting at the mid-point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsHXuyuRgrE/TYDQuWaAZmI/AAAAAAAAKyA/C8zwiyxYFP8/s1600/DSC07869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsHXuyuRgrE/TYDQuWaAZmI/AAAAAAAAKyA/C8zwiyxYFP8/s320/DSC07869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584693032646633058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posing with the genit Mas Sakata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4i7YTI7tM/TYDQuEjBcgI/AAAAAAAAKx4/rMdvCKrne8I/s1600/DSC07862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4i7YTI7tM/TYDQuEjBcgI/AAAAAAAAKx4/rMdvCKrne8I/s320/DSC07862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584693027852612098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the river water's very refreshing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58nBRD0jjbI/TYWsa4YWchI/AAAAAAAAKyQ/am0UoRfn8UA/s1600/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58nBRD0jjbI/TYWsa4YWchI/AAAAAAAAKyQ/am0UoRfn8UA/s320/img010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586060490634064402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We really posed in front of the cameraman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we reach the part of the river, which was very still and safe, we were allowed to jump out of our boat and float along the flow, in a sleeping position facing the sky. I was so worried that I could hit some rocks or tree branches that grew very low, but besides that it was so peaceful to be floating away with the clear blue sky right above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We did water sports at Tanjung Benoa. The package that we booked for covered 3 games: Parasailing, banana boat, and flying fish. Unfortunately, when we reached there, we were informed that Parasailing had been canceled for the past 2 months, due to bad weather condition. As a result, it would be replaced by some lame game, called Rolling Donut. We were quite pissed that the agent that we bought the ticket from did not inform us about this when we bought our package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been very gloomy lately in Bali, and true enough, when we were about to start our game, it poured!!! I was prepared to fall sick, but luckily the rain stopped when we were on board the banana boat. The experience on banana boat was like riding a motorcycle if you are sitting at the back. If you are sitting in front, right behind the 'driver', you could be jumping up and down on your seat as he tried to create humps and bumps along the way. I hated it when he turned over the banana, and we had to release our grip and fall into the sea. Three of us were so prepared for this that we wore goggles throughout. We were the only one there who wore goggles there though,haha...By the way, beware that the 'drivers' may ask you whether you want to continue for another 10 minutes for a sum of money. This is their illegal way of getting money, without their company's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game was rolling donut! It was lame but exciting though...each donut can carry 5 people. Unlike banana boat, each one of us occupied one hole (just enough for our butt) and as the speed boat sped up, my butt was misplaced up to 15 cm i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun game among all is flying fish! I was in a sleeping position on my back and the speed boat dragged me to the middle of the sea. Then, the fish that i was sleeping on suddenly flew over the water, just like a kite. That's the best moment, but it lasted for 3 minutes at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting by the beach waiting for our turn to do each water sport, as usual we were approached by the beach boys, with the usual flirting. Then came a group of  young Japanese girls. Suddenly, all of them turned to Japanese girls  instead, and the 3 of us were so thankful for that few minutes of  'freedom'. The moment the Japanese girls left on banana boat, they  turned back to us! Haiz...I really can't stand them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NscomnWY5tA/TYXqnYfHP8I/AAAAAAAAKzI/CHMvQZEwgbI/s1600/DSC08080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NscomnWY5tA/TYXqnYfHP8I/AAAAAAAAKzI/CHMvQZEwgbI/s320/DSC08080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586128875131715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was flying fish at the background with the very flirty Mas Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A trip to Kintamani was supposed to be an enjoyable one, as you enjoy a peaceful afternoon overlooking the beautiful Lake Batur, just next to Mount Batur. Mine was a total opposite. The moment I stepped down from the car, i was drowned in the sea of local sellers, who were enthusiastically selling anything on their hands, from key chain, T-shirt, wooden craft, earrings, necklaces, etc. As i made my way down to the spot where many took their photos from, i was followed from behind, countered from the sides and front as well. One lady, who was selling key chain, kept on following us and pushing the key chains against our arms, forcing us to buy. She didn't relent amidst our repeated statements telling her that we are not interested to buy. The key chain was very cheap, about 15 cents each. We could easily buy it, but the way she sold those key chains made us even more unwilling to buy from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZmsZnVoNA8/TYX4LYsuMcI/AAAAAAAAKzY/3LVZffPOVKI/s1600/DSC07934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZmsZnVoNA8/TYX4LYsuMcI/AAAAAAAAKzY/3LVZffPOVKI/s320/DSC07934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586143787315245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mount Batur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0ODuUYt7Us/TYX4LC27fjI/AAAAAAAAKzQ/Zml52P7gfUU/s1600/DSC07914-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0ODuUYt7Us/TYX4LC27fjI/AAAAAAAAKzQ/Zml52P7gfUU/s320/DSC07914-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586143781452480050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lake Batur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down for a while to enjoy the scenery, but we couldn't enjoy it fully. The moment we sat down, a girl approached us to sell tattoos. She stood just next to us, holding a folder with different tattoo design and kept on asking us to get her draw tattoos on us for only Rp 5000 ( 70 Singapore cents) per tattoo. I told her thousands times that I wasn't interested. But she persistently stood there and mumbling the same sentence again and again. Then her friend joined her, trying to sell flower hair clip. I wanted to scream at them, "GIVE ME A BREAK!" and at the same time I pitied them. I was so pissed at the whole idea of force selling, that even with the begging of these 2 girls, I couldn't be moved! When Tessie's sister, told them again firmly that we were not interested at all, they stomped their feet and walked off in anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A visit to Bali will not be complete without a visit to the temple. We went to Pura Besakih,the biggest Hindu temple in Bali. At the junction where we entered the village, where the temple is located, we were stopped by a group of locals. They stopped every car who is entering the village to ask for a 'fee'. Whenever they see angmohs in the car, they will charge an extremely high fee. I was so disgusted by them, simply because they just sat there playing dominos and stopping every car throughout the day to ask people for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Pura Besakih, there was another fee that we had to pay. Another group of locals were standing at the entrance. They offer personalized tour to the temple. One of them, told us, that there is a standard fee for foreigners, but for locals, it's up to us how much we want to pay them. We were handed a book to put our name in and the amount that we would like to give. I saw the angmohs paying between Rp 400,000- Rp 500,000 ($57-$71). I was so tempted to just pay Rp 50,000 ($7), but was reminded by Tessie's sister, that if the locals saw the amount we paid, they may not be happy and they have the power to do anything to us inside the temple later on. She was so right! We can be mystically cursed, or even raped, deep inside the temple, where there's nobody! I relented...we paid Rp 150,000 ($21) in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbDwkdtdhJ4/TYYAXiS7zfI/AAAAAAAAKzg/h22ok7qeKR8/s1600/DSC07943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbDwkdtdhJ4/TYYAXiS7zfI/AAAAAAAAKzg/h22ok7qeKR8/s320/DSC07943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586152792142892530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOU5TkFTswI/TYYAX-edVCI/AAAAAAAAKzo/8dieiTux7NQ/s1600/DSC07961.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOU5TkFTswI/TYYAX-edVCI/AAAAAAAAKzo/8dieiTux7NQ/s320/DSC07961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586152799707419682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyXWcp8ydDI/TYYAYAdvJ4I/AAAAAAAAKzw/1X4E8YfLDGU/s1600/DSC07976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyXWcp8ydDI/TYYAYAdvJ4I/AAAAAAAAKzw/1X4E8YfLDGU/s320/DSC07976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586152800241264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lacdVRlhtBQ/TYYAYtzt2EI/AAAAAAAAK0A/A5g_ianqRTg/s1600/DSC08010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lacdVRlhtBQ/TYYAYtzt2EI/AAAAAAAAK0A/A5g_ianqRTg/s320/DSC08010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586152812413048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTW0g9MNLfA/TYYAYZiyqHI/AAAAAAAAKz4/ZcPdfjbKep8/s1600/DSC07989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTW0g9MNLfA/TYYAYZiyqHI/AAAAAAAAKz4/ZcPdfjbKep8/s320/DSC07989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586152806973352050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v--OvIP73TQ/TYYHRBbqpzI/AAAAAAAAK0I/4HQxqvYll5A/s1600/DSC08023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v--OvIP73TQ/TYYHRBbqpzI/AAAAAAAAK0I/4HQxqvYll5A/s320/DSC08023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586160376823326514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple is very magical and mystical! Too bad we were there when the sky's covered with fog, and we couldn't see the wide nature panorama from the temple. Our guide claimed that  you can see the ocean from the temple. Luckily, the guide that accompanied us throughout, is a very nice Balinese, who explained to us many things about the temple and the tradition that the locals usually practice. We gave him tips, on top of the 'entrance fee' that we paid earlier, as we know at least this money goes directly to his family, and not shared with his other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The locals say that once in Bali, we have to visit Garuda Wisnu Kencana. Without taking a photo there is like without taking a photo with Eiffel Tower when you are in Paris. So we decided to drop by, just to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kyYAMBJi3M/TYdmN9hBPxI/AAAAAAAAK0Q/jZ1qJSElGo4/s1600/DSC08115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kyYAMBJi3M/TYdmN9hBPxI/AAAAAAAAK0Q/jZ1qJSElGo4/s320/DSC08115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546252813778706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7JldR9nyyA/TYdmOWQcVRI/AAAAAAAAK0Y/7Qq85ie4R5k/s1600/DSC08131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7JldR9nyyA/TYdmOWQcVRI/AAAAAAAAK0Y/7Qq85ie4R5k/s320/DSC08131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546259455137042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6sRsqAsfJo/TYdmO-p6sFI/AAAAAAAAK0g/G6uQaI3s_EU/s1600/DSC08139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6sRsqAsfJo/TYdmO-p6sFI/AAAAAAAAK0g/G6uQaI3s_EU/s320/DSC08139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546270299402322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Garuda Wisnu Kencana is a massive, unfinished statue in Bali that  currently exists in pieces. The statue (if completed) would depict the Hindu god Vishnu (or  Dewa Wisnu, as he is known by the Balinese) riding aloft on his winged  mount Garuda.When we were there, we were informed that there is an on-going effort to complete the statue. That's where our entrance fees go to!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I need to complain here as well. Pardon me for so many complaints, I really wanted to highlight how shameful I am to find out that my countrymen are doing all sorts of things to squeeze the tourists. I already paid for the entrance fee, so when I had to use the toilet INSIDE the GWK park, I assumed it to be FREE. Ok, actually I expected that I had to pay. A man was manning the toilet from outside. The price to use the toilet was posted on the table in front of him. There were initially 2 different charges, Rp 1,000 (15 cents) to pee and Rp 2,ooo (30 cents) to shit. But on the table, what you could see is the Rp 1,000 sign being covered by the real Rp 2,000 note. So this man was charging the same price for pee-ing and shit-ing!!! I queried him and he insisted me paying Rp 2,000! WTH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Watching Kecak dance and sunset at Pura Uluwatu is a must-to-do in Bali. We followed what most Bali visitors have claimed. Being Kiasu, we booked our Kecak performance ticket from an agent, way before we reached Bali, only to find out from our driver that we had been cheated. We were so used to being 'cheated' in Bali, that we couldn't be bothered anymore. Everytime our driver rolled down the car's window, we expected some payment to be made! Anyway, we were greeted by aggressive monkeys. Being warned earlier, we have kept everything that can be snatched. Initially i thought the monkeys will just snatch any items and return it upon you feeding them with fruits. I was wrong! I saw one monkey snatching someone's spectacles, and he started MUNCHING the spectacles!!! OMG!!! The victim could only stare at the monkey helplessly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-pPgF7aW60/TYdtswxtmjI/AAAAAAAAK0o/6_LmYLo8Lek/s1600/DSC08191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-pPgF7aW60/TYdtswxtmjI/AAAAAAAAK0o/6_LmYLo8Lek/s320/DSC08191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586554478551472690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The leftmost monkey was the one, who munched on the spectacles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Zu9DDhtOM/TYdyOm5sOUI/AAAAAAAAK1Q/wYOdwxhnVjI/s1600/DSC08225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Zu9DDhtOM/TYdyOm5sOUI/AAAAAAAAK1Q/wYOdwxhnVjI/s320/DSC08225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586559458062645570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pura Uluwatu, perched majestically on the edge of a steep cliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our driver, who is only very familiar with Pura Uluwatu, was finally of use throughout our trip. He brought us through a very slippery and muddy walkway towards this place where the view was so magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hEfN2mUAWY/TYdtuBEMOhI/AAAAAAAAK1A/HvBgspWCkv8/s1600/DSC08218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hEfN2mUAWY/TYdtuBEMOhI/AAAAAAAAK1A/HvBgspWCkv8/s320/DSC08218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586554500103813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQM5SNwExQw/TYdtttN7SFI/AAAAAAAAK04/jxmNSzzO2O0/s1600/DSC08215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQM5SNwExQw/TYdtttN7SFI/AAAAAAAAK04/jxmNSzzO2O0/s320/DSC08215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586554494775937106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so pretty, yet scary when you look down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kecak dance was very entertaining! You have to be there early to chop the best place, as you will be drowned by this amount of tourists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzemfq0i4hc/TYdvJ7vdBUI/AAAAAAAAK1I/-IfAX6U23mU/s1600/DSC08236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzemfq0i4hc/TYdvJ7vdBUI/AAAAAAAAK1I/-IfAX6U23mU/s320/DSC08236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586556079222621506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This's just one-third of the stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were lucky that it did not pour when we were up here, we couldn't see the best sunset in Bali as the sun was hidden behind the thick clouds! While waiting for the kecak dance, we talked about what to expect if the same setting is set up in Singapore. If it's raining, in Singapore, there would be a button that you can press, and the shelter will come in automatically, so you can still enjoy the performance, RAIN or SHINE!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEi3PGkn3QA/TYdybYbp6YI/AAAAAAAAK1Y/KFP7zxiOI4Q/s1600/DSC08240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEi3PGkn3QA/TYdybYbp6YI/AAAAAAAAK1Y/KFP7zxiOI4Q/s320/DSC08240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586559677516867970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRc2EqTLywQ/TYdzv6WA_DI/AAAAAAAAK1g/kcQUjpqYeLU/s1600/DSC08252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRc2EqTLywQ/TYdzv6WA_DI/AAAAAAAAK1g/kcQUjpqYeLU/s320/DSC08252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586561129729031218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzQ8UZHZWJk/TYdzwYASOeI/AAAAAAAAK1o/_LMgPldQlto/s1600/DSC08297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzQ8UZHZWJk/TYdzwYASOeI/AAAAAAAAK1o/_LMgPldQlto/s320/DSC08297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586561137690950114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's Hanoman in white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was amazed by these bare-chested men, who served as the chorus throughout the performance, making a wondrous cacophony of synchronized "Chak-achak-achak" clicking sounds, while swaying their bodies and waving their hands. The Balinese girls can really dance VERY WELL too! They can stand in a very sexy posture, with their butts protruding out and their fingers were so long and agile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The last thing to talk about is the yummy FOOD, that we ate throughout our trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5ZrlNzUbHY/TYd31Qh4noI/AAAAAAAAK1w/GBvhH2faSo4/s1600/DSC07886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5ZrlNzUbHY/TYd31Qh4noI/AAAAAAAAK1w/GBvhH2faSo4/s320/DSC07886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586565619630251650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWKBNflZ7hA/TYd32E_ojqI/AAAAAAAAK2A/hk_kBZxzVTk/s1600/DSC07888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWKBNflZ7hA/TYd32E_ojqI/AAAAAAAAK2A/hk_kBZxzVTk/s320/DSC07888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586565633713671842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv5Xm0uc0l4/TYd31y8DXtI/AAAAAAAAK14/F-Jt4wIp9CU/s1600/DSC07885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv5Xm0uc0l4/TYd31y8DXtI/AAAAAAAAK14/F-Jt4wIp9CU/s320/DSC07885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586565628866813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babi Guling @ Warung Ibu Oka, Ubud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFfOy9C6-XM/TYd32gxcMBI/AAAAAAAAK2I/cOOm3Yx2DQg/s1600/DSC08035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFfOy9C6-XM/TYd32gxcMBI/AAAAAAAAK2I/cOOm3Yx2DQg/s320/DSC08035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586565641170333714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A wide variety of free coffee &amp;amp; tea sampler at Grand Bas Agrowisata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Tf25DI8J4/TYd_h7QuU-I/AAAAAAAAK3I/A3E0h2jfbIU/s1600/DSC08043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Tf25DI8J4/TYd_h7QuU-I/AAAAAAAAK3I/A3E0h2jfbIU/s320/DSC08043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574083596637154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kopi Luwak for Rp 30,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlHxkjY3J3c/TYd33E8E1_I/AAAAAAAAK2Q/_vOyaMF9RL4/s1600/DSC08051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlHxkjY3J3c/TYd33E8E1_I/AAAAAAAAK2Q/_vOyaMF9RL4/s320/DSC08051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586565650878617586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bebek Bengil "Dirty Duck" - Ubud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Odde-a0LK8/TYd5gvKBJ3I/AAAAAAAAK2Y/jgyNNkN775o/s1600/DSC08073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Odde-a0LK8/TYd5gvKBJ3I/AAAAAAAAK2Y/jgyNNkN775o/s320/DSC08073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567466097649522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KxVoNJ0qJA/TYd5hZWQBLI/AAAAAAAAK2o/8ukyRLazrQo/s1600/DSC08076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KxVoNJ0qJA/TYd5hZWQBLI/AAAAAAAAK2o/8ukyRLazrQo/s320/DSC08076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567477423244466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewHOZC8SPF0/TYd5g1xiCTI/AAAAAAAAK2g/ORHT_Ad9vq4/s1600/DSC08071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewHOZC8SPF0/TYd5g1xiCTI/AAAAAAAAK2g/ORHT_Ad9vq4/s320/DSC08071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567467873995058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warung Nasi Campur near our Hotel - Rp 10,000 for a plate of Nasi Campur (Mixed Rice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4djunRCJ6c/TYd7K2DRL8I/AAAAAAAAK2w/1l72PKQGB08/s1600/DSC08102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4djunRCJ6c/TYd7K2DRL8I/AAAAAAAAK2w/1l72PKQGB08/s320/DSC08102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586569289014521794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Nasi Campur from some Warung...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdAYy5cYHEY/TYd7LFima5I/AAAAAAAAK24/w8vFpPalTaE/s1600/DSC08375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdAYy5cYHEY/TYd7LFima5I/AAAAAAAAK24/w8vFpPalTaE/s320/DSC08375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586569293172468626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood @ Jimbaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQi7zdnjkac/TYd7LswK2AI/AAAAAAAAK3A/5VgN_viAuSI/s1600/DSC08416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQi7zdnjkac/TYd7LswK2AI/AAAAAAAAK3A/5VgN_viAuSI/s320/DSC08416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586569303698364418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One last round of Nasi Campur @ Ngurah Rai Airport before we left Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-6891145194757874403?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/6891145194757874403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=6891145194757874403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6891145194757874403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6891145194757874403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/03/memorable-bali-trip.html' title='Memorable BALI Trip'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJmkWOrjVdA/TYDBF0TlyyI/AAAAAAAAKxY/sbsWvlgF1i4/s72-c/DSC07709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2045555837797653759</id><published>2011-03-07T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:16:24.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost it...&lt;br /&gt;The weekend trip to Jakarta proved it all.&lt;br /&gt;It was my grandma's birthday dinner...I told the waiter to get additional 2 bowls of rice for my table, then after recounting, I realized that I didn't need the extra rice...As he was walking away, I screamed at him: "No need! No need!" when I was supposed to be talking in Indonesian!&lt;br /&gt;The whole table burst into laughter...the waiter looked at me with a blur face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, as our bus made the way to the orphanage "Panti Abas" in Bogor, we stopped by at one of the eating places, that has a toilet. It was a squatting toilet...after I'm done, for the next 1 minute, I was searching for the flushing button to press...I searched high and low, but I couldn't find! Then I saw a bucket of water with 'gayung'...and I remembered! Gosh, i got to flush it MANUALLY!!!!! OMG!!! How can i forget that?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2045555837797653759?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2045555837797653759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2045555837797653759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2045555837797653759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2045555837797653759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1585573595896205250</id><published>2011-02-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:39:03.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2- days courses in the hotel ruined my diet and exercise efforts! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1585573595896205250?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1585573595896205250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1585573595896205250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1585573595896205250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1585573595896205250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-days-courses-in-hotel-ruined-my-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-723676935384425076</id><published>2011-02-23T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:44:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have reached the state where I can't stand anymore lectures on how to climb the corporate ladder, what to learn, what to do, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when you hear this thing almost every single day...I can certainly go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Keeping quiet is the best solution but i can't stand keeping quiet either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded by saying that I won't reach that stage...I may have left by then! When warned to be careful that my appraisal won't be good when i take maternity leave, i said the same thing,"I would have left by then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this is a subtle way of saying, "Stop talking about it! I'm not interested!" I was wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These comments hit me in return,"Why are you one-step behind?", "You have changed!" WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what one-step behind?!?!?!? I'm just sick of this!!!!! You are right...I may have changed! I have changed to realize that there are many other more important things in my mind than climbing THAT LADDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'll learn to keep quiet....tell me anything!!! Tell me that every single second!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-723676935384425076?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/723676935384425076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=723676935384425076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/723676935384425076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/723676935384425076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-reached-state-where-i-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2312135061075115132</id><published>2011-02-19T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:11:07.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I reading these: "The Leader who had no title", "The 4-hour work week", "See you at the top", Forbes Magazine, etc. when my strong wish is to get married, settle down, have kids, take care of my kids and not leaving them at infant/child care??? How about preparing for GMAT and applying for MBA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big conflict between what I want and what my brain orders me to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the old man at the office could tell me straight to my face, that my actions are against my wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always face this dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm at work or attending some seminars, I will be so enthusiastic about it...I feel good to be contributing something, to be recognized...and to learn many great things out there. And i will have the strong feeling, which tells me this is what i'm supposed to do! this is where i belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I reach home, logging into FB changes my mind completely. By simply looking at my friends' wedding photos, how lovely one looks clad in the gorgeous wedding dress, the lovey dovey looks among couples, the cute babies they produce...I also want to be in their shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I have both????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why my mother always changes topic when I talk about my MBA plan! No need! Guyz will be scared of you and nobody will marry you! Doomed!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;The several failure attempts by her and her friends to matchmake me point to the same reason: "The guyz are scared of me, even without MBA yet!" Once she asked me to pretend to be stupid, so that I won't crush any guy's ego, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, think, think....&lt;br /&gt;Decide, decide, decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2312135061075115132?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2312135061075115132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2312135061075115132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2312135061075115132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2312135061075115132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-am-i-reading-these-leader-who-had.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1488606378069581417</id><published>2011-02-17T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:47:16.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people, who always think that they know best about me..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this scenario: one asked you a question, then before you even utter the answer, he already continues answering the question, based on his assumption on what you'll say...&lt;br /&gt;Sok tahu banget kan....ihhhh, menyebalkan!!! The more I talk to you, the more certain I am that I made the correct decision years ago. Menyebalkan!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1488606378069581417?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1488606378069581417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1488606378069581417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1488606378069581417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1488606378069581417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-people-who-always-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3286124889563947516</id><published>2011-02-15T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:46:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another round of pampering myself: 1-hr massage right after work!&lt;br /&gt;Whole body ached but at the end, all the tension for the past 1 month is finally gone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3286124889563947516?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3286124889563947516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3286124889563947516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3286124889563947516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3286124889563947516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-round-of-pampering-myself-1-hr.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7110443658464406059</id><published>2011-02-14T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:56:35.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSzKxx5dcpU/TVqPwHN5jBI/AAAAAAAAKxI/5lkhharf5Mg/s1600/DSC07621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573925545558248466" style="width: 135px; cursor: pointer; height: 187px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSzKxx5dcpU/TVqPwHN5jBI/AAAAAAAAKxI/5lkhharf5Mg/s320/DSC07621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSa-j0CYHME/TVqPwZ9aFvI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/4NUcPiUd-qk/s1600/DSC07627.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573925550589351666" style="width: 180px; cursor: pointer; height: 128px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSa-j0CYHME/TVqPwZ9aFvI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/4NUcPiUd-qk/s320/DSC07627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSzKxx5dcpU/TVqPwHN5jBI/AAAAAAAAKxI/5lkhharf5Mg/s1600/DSC07621.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1I4mYdwBxu0/TVqPvxW1i8I/AAAAAAAAKxA/XQLcx4dyHo4/s1600/DSC07526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573925539690154946" style="width: 136px; cursor: pointer; height: 189px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1I4mYdwBxu0/TVqPvxW1i8I/AAAAAAAAKxA/XQLcx4dyHo4/s320/DSC07526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only you know what I love the most :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The huge Jimbaran Platter from Villa Bali, which can feed 4 people, was super yummy! Not the typical food for V-day dinner, but who cares? hahaha...as long as there is typical Indo chilli, I will certainly melt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7110443658464406059?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7110443658464406059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7110443658464406059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7110443658464406059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7110443658464406059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V-day!'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSzKxx5dcpU/TVqPwHN5jBI/AAAAAAAAKxI/5lkhharf5Mg/s72-c/DSC07621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8769570239241364152</id><published>2011-02-12T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:27:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just treat myself to manicure, pedicure, and shopping spree as a reward for working 1-whole month on the 5-min final speech and delivering it well amidst the shaky legs behind the podium :)&lt;br /&gt;Shiok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I totally agreed with what my CEO mentioned on my graduation ceremony, that there are many people out there who are just good at talking...and talking really big, but are never in action, or even trash other's ideas! You won't see them succeeding! I have encountered them...and I hate them to the core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate those who love to complain! Can you just be thankful with what you have? No point comparing yourself to others, because no matter what, the fact of life is that there will always be someone out there who will get higher bonus than you do, who is earning much more than you do, who will be promoted earlier than you...so move on! Prove that you can do better than these people...and don't make your life so miserable by your continuous complaints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of hating others...back to reality of working world! Time to continue working hard &amp;amp; smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8769570239241364152?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8769570239241364152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8769570239241364152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8769570239241364152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8769570239241364152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-treat-myself-to-manicure.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-9148518109531454553</id><published>2011-01-29T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:16:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going back to NUS always brings back good memories! How I wish I could replay and relive those undergraduate years...and I would not have studied so hard! haha....My housemate said that even if I relive those university days, she's so sure that I would still be studying super hard! It's just in my blood! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the shuttle buses have improved tremendously...certain landscape in the campus have changed...the Indonesian panggang stall in Techno Edge has new packaging for packed food,  a customized box with their brand on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me the most was that the fruit juice aunty and uncle still remember me!!!! When I told the aunty my order: Carrot Red Apple Juice...she looked at me and said, "After 2 years plus, you still order the same carrot red apple juice???"&lt;br /&gt;Wah...i was so touched....she then turned to the uncle, who was busy juicing the carrot and red apple, "You remember her? She is the one who always ordered Carrot Red Apple Juice!" The uncle nodded with a big smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 4 years in NUS, everytime I ate in Techno Edge (which was 80% of the time), I always ordered Carrot Red apple juice from her...and back then, everytime the aunty saw me queueing up, she knew what I'd order...and she would immediately asked the uncle to make.&lt;br /&gt;The aunty also said,"Last time you bought the juice for $1.20, now it's $1.30...inflation!" Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-9148518109531454553?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/9148518109531454553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=9148518109531454553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/9148518109531454553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/9148518109531454553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-back-to-nus-always-brings-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2674895266267679588</id><published>2011-01-25T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:53:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE GOING TO BE THE BRIDESMAIDS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN NEW ZEALAND ON 20-11-2011!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2674895266267679588?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2674895266267679588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2674895266267679588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2674895266267679588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2674895266267679588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-going-to-be-bridesmaids-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4055736815181894499</id><published>2011-01-13T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:05:30.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winning Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TS8F4nKa_aI/AAAAAAAAKvw/ID4a7O7jA3A/s1600/thaiskylanternsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TS8F4nKa_aI/AAAAAAAAKvw/ID4a7O7jA3A/s320/thaiskylanternsh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561670534969359778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Lydiaaaaaaaaaa....you're supposed to find HUSBAND!!!" - Tessie's reaction when she heard the news, haha...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I agree with her...but my heart and my brain are doing 2 opposite things! It's just uncontrollable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4055736815181894499?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4055736815181894499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4055736815181894499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4055736815181894499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4055736815181894499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2011/01/winning-speech.html' title='The Winning Speech'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TS8F4nKa_aI/AAAAAAAAKvw/ID4a7O7jA3A/s72-c/thaiskylanternsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4416564649417515360</id><published>2010-11-29T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:21:33.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so excited to take out my suitcase from the store room. Finally I'm taking out my cold wear for the first time in 3 years for my own use!!! I gotta highlight "for my own use" as my cold wear has travelled to several places, like Korea and Macau, since the last Europe escapade in 2007. However, the owner was not there to accompany the clothes, the clothes travelled on behalf of the owner,haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those clothes brought back so many good memories from Europe...and it's time to craft another memory in China!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4416564649417515360?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4416564649417515360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4416564649417515360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4416564649417515360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4416564649417515360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-so-excited-to-take-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4550769033719980455</id><published>2010-11-27T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:29:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so Singaporeanized!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so aunty-fied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NTUC in front of my house is finally OPEN!!! and it's open for 24 HOURS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4550769033719980455?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4550769033719980455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4550769033719980455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4550769033719980455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4550769033719980455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-singaporeanized-im-so-aunty-fied.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5071431347921858858</id><published>2010-11-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:37:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are only as good as your last performance...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever your mentor is, you have to be better than your mentor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5071431347921858858?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5071431347921858858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5071431347921858858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5071431347921858858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5071431347921858858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-are-only-as-good-as-your-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1388770688545886193</id><published>2010-11-20T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:26:04.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to think that some of my friends are preparing for their wedding and some are playing with their babies while I am drowned with work and I am trying to craft politically correct answers and to impress bosses for the sake of climbing the corporate ladder. Am i really born to work??? Do you think anyone will ever envy my working life? I doubt so,haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1388770688545886193?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1388770688545886193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1388770688545886193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1388770688545886193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1388770688545886193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-to-think-that-some-of-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7472953990783933173</id><published>2010-11-19T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:33:32.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be my own boss! I don't want to live under the pressure of other people...I don't want to be controlled on what to say and what not to say...I don't want to live in anxiety knowing that when the time comes, I may say the wrong thing and i may be screwed! Argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding myself to take it easy doesn't help, as my brain refuses to let the matter go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7472953990783933173?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7472953990783933173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7472953990783933173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7472953990783933173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7472953990783933173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-be-my-own-boss-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8309938463398388309</id><published>2010-11-12T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:27:10.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been told again and again by different superiors:&lt;br /&gt;"Young girl, don't be too honest if you want to succeed in your career! Don't u ever do the same mistake again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, being too honest is a mistake!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I had the urge to pack my bag, hail a cab to Changi Airport, and fly to UK immediately! haha...Why UK? I also dont know,haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8309938463398388309?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8309938463398388309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8309938463398388309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8309938463398388309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8309938463398388309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-been-told-again-and-again-by.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-9115668592986066721</id><published>2010-11-07T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:38:03.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is just unbelievable! I received 4 Wedding invitations for the first 2 weeks of November from my junior high school &amp;amp; senior high school friends back in my hometown! 2 weddings are even going to be held on the same day!!! And 2 of them are from my GUYS friends, who are only 1 yr older than me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-9115668592986066721?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/9115668592986066721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=9115668592986066721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/9115668592986066721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/9115668592986066721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-just-unbelievable-i-received-4.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2657175953491681839</id><published>2010-11-04T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:08:56.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 6.5 years...and you still utter the same sentences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2657175953491681839?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2657175953491681839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2657175953491681839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2657175953491681839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2657175953491681839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-has-been-6.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3520697877761332231</id><published>2010-11-03T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:18:20.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am used not to complain about my old and super slow 6-years old laptop, but recently I have been doing lots and lots of work back home, and i feel like throwing my laptop over the window, down the 9 storeys of HDB block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine these:&lt;br /&gt;- When i open a Word 2007 file, I could play one round of Doodle Find (1.5 minutes) on my iphone till the file is finally converted to a compatible format.&lt;br /&gt;- When i want to save a file, I could play 3 rounds of Texas Hold'em on my iphone.&lt;br /&gt;- When there are so many things running at one go, the comp will be hang, and I could finish giving sun and rain to my followers in the God Finger game on my iphone, till the comp is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you estimate my productivity level??? I played so many iphone games in a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3520697877761332231?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3520697877761332231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3520697877761332231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3520697877761332231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3520697877761332231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-used-not-to-complain-about-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-6735243752604872204</id><published>2010-10-24T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:42:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I concluded that I have become Aunty-fied!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love going to NTUC Fairprice...I love shopping there...My eyes will turn green when I see all the discount tags on the shelves...&lt;br /&gt;If I need to buy 3 items there, I will end up with 10 items in my shopping bag...and most of the items are on SALE!&lt;br /&gt;So imagine how excited I was when i found out that the kopitiam opposite my house was already closed and there was a huge banner there saying: "Fairprice Opening Soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool? i'm going to have Fairprice right opposite my block!!! I think i will end up there daily after work, to check out all the discounted items,haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-6735243752604872204?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/6735243752604872204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=6735243752604872204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6735243752604872204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6735243752604872204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-concluded-that-i-have-become-aunty.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2714775354293682624</id><published>2010-10-18T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:53:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first 2 days at home, I was practicing what Eat Pray Love has taught me:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il bel far niente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" - the beauty of doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it can't last longer than 2 days...office work is piling up! And i gotta complete as much as I can amidst all the outings that my mum has planned for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the aunties are extremely excited over my homecoming...read it again carefully, it's the AUNTIES! and not their SONS! I dont know whether I should be thankful for this or i should feel utterly pathetic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2714775354293682624?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2714775354293682624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2714775354293682624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2714775354293682624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2714775354293682624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-2-days-at-home-i-was-practicing.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3739864173834483411</id><published>2010-10-15T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:08:12.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sleeping time for the past few days had been surprisingly AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed, 13 Oct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- slept at 1am till 10am&lt;br /&gt;- awake from 10am till 1pm (stay at home as there's night work on Wed night)&lt;br /&gt;- nap from 1pm till 2pm (there was a planned meeting in office at 4pm)&lt;br /&gt;- awake from 2pm till 3pm&lt;br /&gt;- nap from 3pm to 4pm (meeting postponed to 5pm)&lt;br /&gt;- awake at 4 pm to find out that the meeting has been cancelled, cant sleep anymore&lt;br /&gt;- off for bday dinner at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;- off to work at 10 pm&lt;br /&gt;- Work from 10pm till 6am (14 Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thurs, 14 Oct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 6am till 8am: bathed, changed, rehearsed my presentation, and off to work&lt;br /&gt;- 9am till 11am: presentation&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch at home at 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;- Nap from 12pm - 3pm&lt;br /&gt;- off to work at 4.30 pm for meeting (that lasted only 7 mins)&lt;br /&gt;- went back home again at 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;- ate dinner and do a bit of work at home&lt;br /&gt;- off for night work at 9.45 pm&lt;br /&gt;- worked from 11pm till 3am (15 Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 15 Oct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Supper from 3am to 4am&lt;br /&gt;- Reached home at 4.30am&lt;br /&gt;- Finally had a proper sleep from 5.30am till 10am&lt;br /&gt;- Awake at 10am...laze around at home&lt;br /&gt;- Leaving house at 2 pm for 3pm meeting&lt;br /&gt;- Can't wait for a proper Night SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the maths, from Wed (13 Oct, 10 am) till Fri (15 Oct, 10 am), I only slept a total of 9.5 hours and I was AWAKE FOR 38.5 HOURS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing??? I didn't feel sleepy, i didn't doze off while waiting for my turn to present on Thurs morning, I only had one extreme feeling...I felt LIGHTER, I felt that my soul is DETACHED from my body! hahaha... And I hate it that I always fall sick during the hectic period, haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll be flying back home tomorrow morning, and I could foresee myself sleeping non-stop for the next 48 hours!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3739864173834483411?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3739864173834483411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3739864173834483411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3739864173834483411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3739864173834483411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-sleeping-time-for-past-few-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3343066268893122507</id><published>2010-09-27T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:43:24.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to go again...&lt;br /&gt;It's time to pack up my cubicle...&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wrap up everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to hear this when I announced that Thursday is my last day in this department: "We are really impressed by your work, thank you so much for your contribution in the past 4-5 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sets me thinking,"What have I done??!?!?!?! What have I contributed?!?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so different from the previous one, when I know that I have done a lot and I deserve that praise...but right now,hmmmmm....I still dont understand why i deserve that sentence! And the feeling in  me is also different from the previous one. I don't feel sad at all! haha...I just feel that it's the right time to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to think so much, i shall take it on a positive light! Let the good impression stays forever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3343066268893122507?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3343066268893122507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3343066268893122507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3343066268893122507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3343066268893122507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-to-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7503856340841378217</id><published>2010-09-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:10:36.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Jakarta for Natasha's wedding!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7503856340841378217?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7503856340841378217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7503856340841378217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7503856340841378217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7503856340841378217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/off-to-jakarta-for-natashas-wedding.html' title='Off to Jakarta for Natasha&apos;s wedding!!!'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7695768073203006471</id><published>2010-09-20T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:54:33.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end of JEMP marks the end of countless sleepless nights and distorted body clock. When we took the 1st train early morning today to do line clear over the sector, where the rails were replaced, we heaved a sigh of relief. I felt so COOL when I took the cab ride over this sector...simply because I was one of the first few people, who went over it!!! (Darren &amp;amp; Nazri always laugh at me over this thought!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt extremely good when at the end of the day, our efforts were recognized by the big bosses and it's so touching to see how grateful they are for such a successful project. Two thumbs up to the workers, who had been working round the clock, to rush the connection of the rails. Unbelievable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the end of this, I treat myself to an hour full body massage in the afternoon...damn shiok!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7695768073203006471?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7695768073203006471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7695768073203006471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7695768073203006471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7695768073203006471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-jemp-marks-end-of-countless.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3314956127081873155</id><published>2010-09-15T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:42:17.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 3rd visit to the doctor concluded that my Asthma is BACK!!! I did suffer from asthma when I was very very young (2-3 years old) and I have recovered from it...but sadly, the doctor said, "You can't change the genes in your body! The asthma will still come back." I stared at him in shock as he continued,"Asthma attack is not always like what you see in the movie..." and he acted out what we always thought how asthma attacks a person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, the doctor is handsome and his action is entertaining....Apparently non-stop coughing for months may also mean that you are suffering from asthma. Look at what i have to start inhaling from now till my airway is cleared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TJDUaI6CdnI/AAAAAAAAKvk/mBygEK0Rs5I/s1600/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TJDUaI6CdnI/AAAAAAAAKvk/mBygEK0Rs5I/s320/IMG_0651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517143089061459570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness aside, i just came up with a master plan for myself for the next 2-3 years, depending on what fate offers. I had the thought that probably I should pursue MBA in China and at the same time, i can really learn and practice Mandarin by hard. Along the way, i would find contacts for plastic products manufacturer and through these contacts, maybe i can bring in cheaper products to my hometown to sell, thus my parents' business can continue. Isn't my dream big? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did research on which school to go and all the admission process...and I concluded that if i were to enroll, the earliest would be in Aug 2012, considering many reasons. And that means i would be 27 years by then. The MBA full-time program will take 18 months and that will make me 28.5 years when I graduate. Probably my Mr. Right is somewhere in China and I will find him there, and i will get married by 29??? Not too late for Singapore standard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half a day thinking, researching, and dreaming...There is one condition to this plan though. All the plans will be deemed invalid if i can find my Mr. Right before Aug 2012 and probably i can get married on 20-12-2012!!!! That's the last nicest date that I can have for my wedding date. After that date, you can't form any nice dates,haha...(Based on my discussion with Tessie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so engulfed with my big master plan and suddenly I remembered one thing: MY BOND!!!!!!!!!! I still wouldnt have cleared my 6-years bond by Aug 2012...it's only 4 years cleared by then! Arggghhhh.....WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....you see how important finding Mr. Right is. It can really save me from many problems, not to mention new problems that may arise due to Mr. Right though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have already found Mr. Right,&lt;br /&gt;1. I would know where I will settle down&lt;br /&gt;2. I would know whether I shall continue with the current job or not&lt;br /&gt;3. I would know whether my bond shall be broken or not&lt;br /&gt;4. I would know whether I shall continue with my MBA plan or not&lt;br /&gt;5. My parents will be less worried as their only daughter is already taken care of by someone&lt;br /&gt;6. My parents can retire soon&lt;br /&gt;7. My parents can start travelling around the world&lt;br /&gt;8. Lastly, I can start planning for my OWN wedding, like many of my friends have been doing or had gone through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, i have to leave with all these uncertainties...haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3314956127081873155?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3314956127081873155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3314956127081873155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3314956127081873155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3314956127081873155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-3rd-visit-to-doctor-concluded-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TJDUaI6CdnI/AAAAAAAAKvk/mBygEK0Rs5I/s72-c/IMG_0651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3403575364254895814</id><published>2010-09-10T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:27:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 2 big tunnels in my life: the career tunnel and the love tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;The career tunel is brightly-lit with some guides along the tunnel, always readily available to guide me along as i step forward...&lt;br /&gt;The love tunnel, on the other hand, is dark...not even a single spark can be seen at any part of the tunnel. Moving forward is a risk as I don't know what lies ahead of me. That probably explains why i don't even dare to stand at the mouth of the tunnel and I spend most of my time inside the career tunnel. I always wonder when the first light will ever light up that love tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm living in a fear...a fear that my life will still be the same 2 years from now...that the career tunnel will continue to be brighter and the love tunnel stays dark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3403575364254895814?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3403575364254895814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3403575364254895814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3403575364254895814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3403575364254895814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-are-2-big-tunnels-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5804656943827738876</id><published>2010-09-04T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:13:35.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I rarely fall sick but when I do, it can take months to recover!&lt;br /&gt;I have not recovered from a very bad cough since a month ago...and I see no way I can recover with my current lifestyle:&lt;br /&gt;27 Aug: JEMP Night work, slept at 3am&lt;br /&gt;28-29 Aug: Overnight chalet, slept at 7am on 29 Aug&lt;br /&gt;1 Sep: JEMP Night work, walk 8 km overnight, slept at 6 am on 2 Sep&lt;br /&gt;3 Sep-4 Sep: JEMP, work from 12am to 12pm, slept at 2 pm on 4 Sep&lt;br /&gt;4 Sep-5 Sep: JEMP, work from 12am to 12pm&lt;br /&gt;5 Sep-6 Sep: JEMP, work from 12am to 10am&lt;br /&gt;17 Sep - 19 Sep: Another round of overnights JEMP work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doctor twice...changed medicine twice...and still not getting any better...still infect other people some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this is the life that I choose, so no complaint!&lt;br /&gt;If my ex-boss heard this, he would say this,"Where got time to go dating? You must go dating k..." haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5804656943827738876?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5804656943827738876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5804656943827738876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5804656943827738876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5804656943827738876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-rarely-fall-sick-but-when-i-do-it-can.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-218854774608881457</id><published>2010-09-02T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:46:07.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This surely makes me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TH9_hi8l7TI/AAAAAAAAKvU/Om8_YfjLlQ4/s1600/DSC06386-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TH9_hi8l7TI/AAAAAAAAKvU/Om8_YfjLlQ4/s320/DSC06386-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512264683218136370" 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/7871086547628364087-218854774608881457?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/218854774608881457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=218854774608881457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/218854774608881457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/218854774608881457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-surely-makes-me-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/TH9_hi8l7TI/AAAAAAAAKvU/Om8_YfjLlQ4/s72-c/DSC06386-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8954826993264827201</id><published>2010-08-20T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:38:59.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My very big boss said this, "There will surely be lots of boys queueing up, wanting to marry you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhu...i also wish that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8954826993264827201?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8954826993264827201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8954826993264827201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8954826993264827201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8954826993264827201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-very-big-boss-said-this-there-will.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5229528798763730835</id><published>2010-08-18T06:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T06:28:47.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was chitchatting with my friends about YOG. Then I mentioned, "We just won the first bronze medal yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;Then another friend continued, "Lydia, did u realize that just now you said "We just won..."?"&lt;br /&gt;Another added on, " Yes, she's part of us already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops...yah, i have lost my roots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5229528798763730835?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5229528798763730835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5229528798763730835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5229528798763730835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5229528798763730835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-chitchatting-with-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3991223501409482096</id><published>2010-08-10T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:54:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I saw my friend posting this on facebook:&lt;br /&gt;"me.. a wife and a mom of a son (soon will be 2 sons) at the age of 25.. BLESSED!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of this:&lt;br /&gt;"me..unmarried and unwanted...certainly with no kids...at the age of 25...CURSED!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaaaa.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3991223501409482096?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3991223501409482096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3991223501409482096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3991223501409482096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3991223501409482096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-saw-my-friend-posting-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-6025589474282209397</id><published>2010-08-05T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:35:40.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out from my mum that you can't have 2 weddings at different place, like what my plan is,haha...was talking to her about my cousin, who is going to get engaged next week and was asking her whether there will be 2 weddings, one in Jakarta and one in Manado. She replied, "There is no such thing! You can't get married twice...you can have the engagement party in Jakarta and the wedding party in Manado. You can only wear your wedding gown ONCE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then if i wear a different wedding gown??? she said still cannot...wah, i plan to get married both in Singapore and Manado leh...well, i have lots of plans for my wedding and honeymoon, but i don't have a guy to marry, hahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, right? I think this is really what I call KARMA. When the issue of marriage was quite close to me when I was 19, i was like, "WHAT? GETTING MARRIED SOON? like right after university? ARE YOU CRAZY? NO WAY MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now, 25 years old and nobody wants to marry me,hahaha....and looks like the more i want it, the more i'm not going to get what i want...so i shall brainwash myself that I am not going to get married and nobody even wants me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-6025589474282209397?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/6025589474282209397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=6025589474282209397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6025589474282209397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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him...&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm getting very EMO lately...haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7057976955840480710?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7057976955840480710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7057976955840480710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7057976955840480710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7057976955840480710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-farewell.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5501538712698026343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5501538712698026343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5501538712698026343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home :)'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4061726619678779900</id><published>2010-07-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:34:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish to turn back time...to probably 6 months ago...&lt;br /&gt;And i want the time to stop ticking there...&lt;br /&gt;So much hope, so much to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;Sad...sad...sad...&lt;br /&gt;Corporate world? I just want a taste of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4061726619678779900?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4061726619678779900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4061726619678779900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4061726619678779900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4061726619678779900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-to-turn-back-time.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5385081300820543955</id><published>2010-07-19T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:27:02.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seeing the nasty part of Corporate World...&lt;br /&gt;Be strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5385081300820543955?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5385081300820543955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5385081300820543955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5385081300820543955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5385081300820543955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-seeing-nasty-part-of-corporate.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8703072896288914627</id><published>2010-07-16T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:27:35.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When he told me personally on the day he did it, i was really shocked and disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad to lose the opportunity to work with him.&lt;br /&gt;Few days have passed by and the sadness sinks in even deeper...&lt;br /&gt;Those closer to me have been emailing me about this issue, recognizing the tremendous care and support that he has given to me all this while and what a pity that i'm going to lose all this...&lt;br /&gt;A sentence in one of these emails that brought me to tears: "Don't worry, I have confidence in you. Keep up your fighting spirit. I will always support you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaaaaaaaa.............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8703072896288914627?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8703072896288914627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8703072896288914627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8703072896288914627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8703072896288914627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-he-told-me-personally-on-day-he.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5913179109596287846</id><published>2010-07-09T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:53:58.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RSGT is off to Genting for 1st year Anniversary :) :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5913179109596287846?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5913179109596287846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5913179109596287846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5913179109596287846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5913179109596287846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/rsgt-is-off-to-genting-for-1st-year.html' title='RSGT is off to Genting for 1st year Anniversary :) :) :)'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1039810948235459966</id><published>2010-07-06T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:49:48.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pity my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made this remark yesterday when I asked her about my friend's wedding: "I was seated at the banquet table by myself and looking at the stage made me wonder when it will be my turn to be seating there on my daughter's wedding!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been attending a lot of my friends' wedding recently as their parents are my parents' friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she continued, "You faster get married...don't be choosy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the third party, who will you pity more? My mum or me? I'm not choosy...instead i don't even have choices in the first place. And the word "Faster"...what does it imply? My grandma made the same remark when she called me up on my birthday, "Faster, dont wait longer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean i can just grab any guy by the road side and get married? is that what the word 'Faster' implies? If i already found the right man...if i'm in a steady relationship...then it'll be fair to say the word "faster" rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering myself...everytime i look at those grand wedding pictures that are continuously being uploaded into Facebook, i always ask myself: "When will it be my turn? When will I be tagged in a nice wedding dress with 'the one' by my side?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long-lost Indo friend, who wished me Happy Birthday on Facebook, made another remark, "Faster Lyd, all of us here are already having kids!" WTH! You are just rubbing salt on my wound...what do u expect me to reply? You think i also dont want to be faster ah?&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "It's ok, you guyz can go ahead, i still want to enjoy my youth!" What a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Indo gang knows me well...so sweet of them to get me a heart-shaped birthday cake...that i had a hard time figuring out how to cut it so that my love life won't be cursed if i cut it wrongly! They know what i will wish for on my birthday...Indeed, i made the same wish for all the candles that i blew this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wish aside, I actually dream to be the prettiest bride on my wedding day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1039810948235459966?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1039810948235459966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1039810948235459966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1039810948235459966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1039810948235459966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-pity-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-6860972480309519447</id><published>2010-06-30T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:31:14.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* Last day of being 24&lt;br /&gt;* Exactly a year after i left Squire Mech&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu...it's SCARY how time FLIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-6860972480309519447?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/6860972480309519447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=6860972480309519447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6860972480309519447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6860972480309519447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-day-of-being-24-exactly-year-after.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3737472563294866186</id><published>2010-06-14T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:24:43.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My iphone beeped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook - XXX sent you a message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...XXX? I haven't seen her in ages and I haven't been in touch with her either...why would she message me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message title: Wedding Invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! ANOTHER ONE????&lt;br /&gt;What a reaction, right? I should be happy that my friend is getting married! It was really a big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message read: "Hi Lydia, how are you? Hope things are going well :) I am going to get married on...at...and I'd like to invite you to join in the celebration....................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't run away from the fact of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3737472563294866186?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3737472563294866186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3737472563294866186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3737472563294866186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3737472563294866186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-iphone-beeped.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5109844231288429978</id><published>2010-06-13T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:26:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend was sharing with me her experience and I could really feel exactly what she felt...I could even include myself in her story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this scenario: 5 girls, who are good friends since university, met up for dinner. The following story has been slightly modified to make it juicier,haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest status of the girls are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Girl A - Just got married&lt;br /&gt;Girl B - Just got engaged, going to get married soon&lt;br /&gt;Girl C - In a very steady relationship, planning to get married&lt;br /&gt;Girl D - In a complicated relationship&lt;br /&gt;Girl E - Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation started off with Girl B, telling the whole story on how she got engaged, how unromantic the supposedly-once-in-a-lifetime affair turned out to be...and that story alone took about 30 minutes to finish. The diamond ring is too shiny to be missed, by the way. The conversation continues on how close her relationship with the fiance's family. Girl C interrupted with her story on her trip with the boyfriend's family and on how steady her relationship is, that she is so ready to get married anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Girl A, who arrived late for the dinner, joined into the conversation effortlessly, telling the whole group on her married life. The whole dinner revolved around getting engaged, getting married, and being married. Imagine yourself being Girl D or Girl E, what would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just patiently listen to all their stories, put up a fake smile as if you are enjoying the whole dinner. At that instance, it's just so natural that you feel like leaving this group of girls. But they used to be in your clique before, they used to be your good friends before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what time can do to your friendship! As time passes by, you lose lots of your friends simply because you can't click with them anymore...you don't have anymore things in common to talk about. Marriage is the hottest issue when you enter the age of 25 and if you are not part of the wave, who have found their right partners, you will just feel so left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you are either Girl D or Girl E? Continue hanging out with single friends? But the time will come that your single friends, one by one, are going to be in a relationship, engaged, married, having kids...and so on. Life is made worse by pressures from parents and families...sucky rite? To those, who have found their right partners, I sincerely wish you a happily ever after life, you have one less problem to worry in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5109844231288429978?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5109844231288429978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5109844231288429978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5109844231288429978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5109844231288429978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-friend-was-sharing-with-me-her.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5760750782239849914</id><published>2010-06-10T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:27:21.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This rental saga is really driving me crazy and draining all my energy physically and mentally! I'm too tired to repeat the whole story all over again (I have been repeating it thousands times to so many people)...I admit that i have to give this guy two thumbs up for successfully inflicting stress and much inconvenience to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have helped me, thank you so much! I am really grateful to see that in this kind of situation, so many of my friends and colleagues are willing to help me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, thank you for always being there when i need you the most...for helping me to sort out this problem and for spending all your time by my side :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5760750782239849914?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5760750782239849914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5760750782239849914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5760750782239849914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5760750782239849914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-rental-saga-is-really-driving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7624133083716826688</id><published>2010-06-01T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:28:55.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN A MONTH'S TIME, I'M GOING TO TURN 25!!! OMG!!! THIS'S SCARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7624133083716826688?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7624133083716826688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7624133083716826688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7624133083716826688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7624133083716826688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-months-time-im-going-to-turn-25-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8459879752912298571</id><published>2010-05-27T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:24:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents are building new house back in my hometown and I was discussing with my mom on some of the designs submitted by the interior designer...some of the relevant excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; "The interior designer said it's not necessary to put a dressing table in your bro's room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "Why do u want to put it in bro's room? He doesn't need it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; " Yah that's what the interior designer said as well...but in case in the future, your brother comes home with his wife to stay over, then his wife will have a dressing table..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "Errr...!?!?!??!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "Mom, howcome there are 2 guest rooms?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; "Yah, later when both of u get married, and both of you bring your spouses here, then you can sleep in the guest rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; " !?!?!??!?!?!??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "Howcome the maid's room is so big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; "In the future, when you have kids then you bring your kids to my house, your babysitter will have a place to stay, in case the kids stay over here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessieeeeee, does this sound familiar? Your mom and my mom can set up their own club, and continue planning for our future...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, mom...I am still unable to give you what you want till this moment. I know you have been wishing that you'll be like many of your friends, who are already taking care of grandchildren...I have been wishing for that too, but too bad luck is not on my side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8459879752912298571?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8459879752912298571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8459879752912298571&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8459879752912298571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8459879752912298571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-parents-are-building-new-house-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2722783771937535818</id><published>2010-05-24T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:07:38.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fu-fu just got a new friend, called "Cutie Lyd"...Isn't she cute??? But Cutie Lyd cant take picture together with Fu-fu, coz Fu-fu is still stuck in one of the suitcases...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/S_qVx0FOWuI/AAAAAAAAKvM/cKE6YzjSs6o/s1600/Cutie+Lyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/S_qVx0FOWuI/AAAAAAAAKvM/cKE6YzjSs6o/s320/Cutie+Lyd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474852980048943842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can Cutie Lyd become Fu-fu's gf? Hmmm...Cutie Lyd is so much bigger than Fu-fu...well, we'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2722783771937535818?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2722783771937535818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2722783771937535818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2722783771937535818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2722783771937535818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/05/fu-fu-just-got-new-friend-called-cutie.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/S_qVx0FOWuI/AAAAAAAAKvM/cKE6YzjSs6o/s72-c/Cutie+Lyd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5971767762100832462</id><published>2010-05-14T08:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:01:39.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did night shift at the control room last night...It was a tiring and sleepy nite, even though i already gulped a cup of coffee and took a quick nap for 1 hr, as ordered by the chief controller!&lt;br /&gt;At around 6++ am, some of the 1st shift controllers have arrived, getting ready to take over the night shift people...Some of them were having breakfast in the pantry when i came out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Then one controller looked at me shockingly,"What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd: &lt;/span&gt;"I'm doing night shift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Controller: &lt;/span&gt;"Why are you doing night shift? This is a godforsaken place!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "Err....arr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Controller:&lt;/span&gt; "By the way, you are a very sweet-looking girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd: &lt;/span&gt;"Huh? Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Controller:&lt;/span&gt; "Yes, you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lyd:&lt;/span&gt; "Oh..thank you :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woke me up completely! Lydia, you really attract uncles...and uncles ONLY! hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5971767762100832462?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5971767762100832462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5971767762100832462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5971767762100832462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5971767762100832462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-night-shift-at-control-room-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5762709959566194685</id><published>2010-05-13T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:12:37.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate those sweet-talkers, who make use of opportunity behind someone else's back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5762709959566194685?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5762709959566194685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5762709959566194685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5762709959566194685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5762709959566194685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-those-sweet-talkers-who-make-use.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4505298768227400127</id><published>2010-05-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:47:28.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am strong, I am strong...I won't cry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4505298768227400127?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4505298768227400127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4505298768227400127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4505298768227400127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4505298768227400127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-strong-i-am-strongi-wont-cry.html' title='I am strong, I am strong...I won&apos;t cry!'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7506480746133251119</id><published>2010-05-02T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:57:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at what I got from Fusta's wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/S9xiUPdl4GI/AAAAAAAAKvA/JSrCRmm6IFE/s1600/IMG_0302-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/S9xiUPdl4GI/AAAAAAAAKvA/JSrCRmm6IFE/s320/IMG_0302-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466352147608494178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE BRIDE'S BOUQUET!!!! THE ONE THROWN BY JONAS &amp;amp; FUSTA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so unbelievable as it happened at the wrong time, when I least expected it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i didn't jump for it...&lt;br /&gt;No, i didn't fight to get it...&lt;br /&gt;No, i don't think my hand was the highest during that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends said otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was not expecting it! I just put up my right hand...and the next thing i know was that i could feel the petals on my palm...and I was like,"Oh shit...it can't be me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was...shocked and bewildered, walking up the stage and being "interviewed" by Tessie in front of everyone...Tessie said I was tearing...and that stopped her from asking me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny comments arised after that:&lt;br /&gt;"Lyd, u gotta put the petals in water and bathe with it later...for better luck"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you should pluck some petals and put them on your bed tonite...maybe a prince charming will appear right before you"&lt;br /&gt;"The mole brings u luck...u gotta show it often"&lt;br /&gt;"Lyd, it's going to be your turn soon!"&lt;br /&gt;"You gotta find a guy soon!"&lt;br /&gt;...and more comments followed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is...i hope the cupid directed the flower to fly in my direction for a reason, hopefully a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks a lot girls, for keeping me company tonite...really love u all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7506480746133251119?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7506480746133251119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7506480746133251119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7506480746133251119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7506480746133251119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-at-what-i-got-from-fustas-wedding.html' title='Look at what I got from Fusta&apos;s wedding...'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/S9xiUPdl4GI/AAAAAAAAKvA/JSrCRmm6IFE/s72-c/IMG_0302-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4849128873238750856</id><published>2010-04-28T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:04:27.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huaaaaa....the feeling of being ignored SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What on earth am i doing? why do i still bother to send sms when i know that i will only receive back a 2-3 words reply, or not even a single reply at all...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!!! I HATE THE SITUATION I'M IN!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4849128873238750856?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4849128873238750856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4849128873238750856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4849128873238750856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4849128873238750856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/huaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7898373697334225468</id><published>2010-04-22T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:41:48.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE CHICAGO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking HOT &amp;amp; SEXY!!!&lt;br /&gt;And now i can't even get the songs and images out of my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7898373697334225468?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7898373697334225468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7898373697334225468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7898373697334225468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7898373697334225468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-chicago.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7833937378881900767</id><published>2010-04-21T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:12:52.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preparing for a wedding is a very stressful process...&lt;br /&gt;But i think not knowing whether you are going to get married or who you are going to marry is even more stressful and mentally-draining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7833937378881900767?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7833937378881900767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7833937378881900767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7833937378881900767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7833937378881900767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/preparing-for-wedding-is-very-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8520272461817064601</id><published>2010-04-17T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:46:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's  really damn shiok!&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at Swensen's over prawn &amp;amp; fruit salad on my right for lunch while reading "This is not the life i ordered" on my left...and feeling relieved that i'm not arrowed to do crowd control today for CCL opening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8520272461817064601?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8520272461817064601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8520272461817064601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8520272461817064601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8520272461817064601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-really-damn-shiok-sitting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3165580848542770884</id><published>2010-04-12T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:59:29.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS BISHAN DEPOT! I WANT TO GO BACK TO BISHAN DEPOT :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3165580848542770884?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3165580848542770884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3165580848542770884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3165580848542770884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3165580848542770884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-bishan-depot-i-want-to-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-563603977974651340</id><published>2010-04-07T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:18:38.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really think i don't deserve such a good treatment at work...It's too good to be true! I am always amazed at how my colleagues, my superiors, and my bosses treat me...what did i do to deserve that treatment? Back in Squire Mech, i also experienced similar treatment from some people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love life can really bloom like my work life, i think i would be the happiest person on earth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent self-reflection came to a conclusion that I am born into this world to STUDY and WORK! U give me things to study or tasks to complete and i promise that i'll deliver the final results to the BEST of my ability...even if it takes away my sleeping time or it drains my tear glands...That's the kind of automatic commitment that u'll get...so my conclusion is 100% valid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am just living on a hope...a hope that one day everything will be alright, that i'll be like any normal girls out there, that i would get married, have kids, and the story continues...Will that day ever come to my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-563603977974651340?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/563603977974651340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=563603977974651340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/563603977974651340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/563603977974651340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-think-i-dont-deserve-such-good.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2876444379464484180</id><published>2010-04-06T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:01:09.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is my last week in this department...SO SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was similar to my last week in Squire Mech...I have lots of things to finish up before I leave, my desk is at its messiest state, people have been coming to my cubicle and messaging me to say that they gonna miss me...some even made me promise that i'll come back here after my final rotation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GONNA MISS THEM TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I gonna miss all the good treatment that i have been getting for the past 8 months...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week i'll report to the Headquarter...no more reliance on shuttle bus to go to work, higher chance of not being chased after office hour, more expensive lunch...the only good thing is that i'll  get the feeling of working at CBD area and i'll join those CBD working crowd!!!ho ho ho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2876444379464484180?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2876444379464484180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2876444379464484180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2876444379464484180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2876444379464484180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-week-is-my-last-week-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3563778251853291201</id><published>2010-03-25T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:42:35.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ex-housemate is in town...with a diamond ring - a great news that she's getting married!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered one-and-a-half year go when the 2 of us spent the whole night chitchatting about love &amp;amp; relationship and about our fate, which were similar back then. We made the same wish together and her wish came true!!!!! So so happy for her...especially after seeing her so happy and loving with her fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really a big loser in this particular area called "LOVE &amp;amp; RELATIONSHIP"...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing that after all my good friends get married, i will be so numb to this marriage issue, that i wont cry over my fate anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my colleagues start asking about, "So when are you planning to buy house? Can buy BTO what...how's ur Chinese lessons? So can communicate with the parents already ah?" I can only reply with a 'fake' smile, and nothing else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Fusta's marriage, which is only a month away, i will start to be in action real soon...after being handed the responsibility to be the main coordinator of the wedding....so so excited for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need strength to survive the reality of life! And I am wondering when will i be happy &amp; excited over my own love life...hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3563778251853291201?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3563778251853291201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3563778251853291201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3563778251853291201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3563778251853291201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-ex-housemate-is-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4842856174321958437</id><published>2010-03-12T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:09:15.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tend to spend more time with a group of uncles than a group of young men...and amazingly i click better with them...&lt;br /&gt;I received lots of advice, heard lots of life stories, heard stories about their wives and their children...&lt;br /&gt;I love those stories...and i wish one day, my future husband will talk to their colleagus the same way these uncles talk about their wives...&lt;br /&gt;But looking at my current state, do u think i can find a future husband if i continue hanging out with uncles? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4842856174321958437?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4842856174321958437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4842856174321958437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4842856174321958437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4842856174321958437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-tend-to-spend-more-time-with-group-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7160183099993341576</id><published>2010-03-12T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:21:09.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will i ever f.i.l again? Hmmm...wondering hard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7160183099993341576?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7160183099993341576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7160183099993341576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7160183099993341576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7160183099993341576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-i-ever-f.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-5110904313759411533</id><published>2010-03-07T03:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:49:04.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the Air</title><content type='html'>just came back from watching 'Up in the Air' with the girls...and i must say that i love the show!!! so many interesting quotes, from which we can learn more about life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was charmed by George Clooney ( as always) that even a 12-midnite show could keep me awake for 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clooney's quotes that i'd never forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;"Anybody who ever built an empire, or changed the world, sat where you are now. And it's *because* they sat there that they were able to do it." &lt;/span&gt;- his punch line that he mentioned to the person that he's going to fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We are here to make limbo tolerable, to ferry wounded souls across the river of dread to point where hope is dimly visible, and to stop the boat, shove them in the water and make them swim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- to describe what Clooney's job is, which is basically to fire people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life.............you start with the little things... Now I want you to fill it with people..................... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living."&lt;/span&gt; - love the messages behind these long sentences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Everyone needs a co-pilot"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- that's how Clooney, ironically, convinced his brother-in-law-to-be, who was on cold feet on the day of his marriage, to change his mind and continue with the marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"You know that moment when you look into somebody’s eyes and you can feel them staring into your soul and the whole world goes quiet just for a second..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- that's when you know that you have found the right co-pilot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth one hits me the hardest. It's so true...you can easily claim that you dont mind being alone for the rest of your life but you are actually lying! You cant live alone...you need a companion...you need someone to share your joy and sorrow...and as you age, you tend to lower the expectation of your co-pilot - the right one who will share your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-5110904313759411533?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/5110904313759411533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=5110904313759411533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5110904313759411533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/5110904313759411533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-in-air.html' title='Up in the Air'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2068750529368471659</id><published>2010-03-06T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:49:38.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tessie messaged me, "Lyd, u look stressed recently...my sis spotted it on your recent pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot-on!!! I cant hide that stress anymore...people can spot it right from my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 'quarter-life stress' summarizes it all!&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how your future will be; not knowing what and where u'll be in the next 5-10 years; not even having the capability of charting your own future with so many uncertainties in the current moment; societal pressure; biological pressure; and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes locking myself up in my room and immersing myself 100% in work helps to temporarily suppress all the problems that i have...but sadly, it doesn't solve them! it even makes some problems worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2068750529368471659?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2068750529368471659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2068750529368471659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2068750529368471659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2068750529368471659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/03/tessie-messaged-me-lyd-u-look-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1260828079282889298</id><published>2010-02-22T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:51:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was distributing the coconut biscuit from my hometown to my colleagues in the office...and my boss made a remark,"Based on old Chinese tradition, if you are distributing biscuits to people, it means you are getting married! Your mother chased you during CNY to get married ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...How can I run away from all these comments? I'm tired!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1260828079282889298?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1260828079282889298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1260828079282889298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1260828079282889298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1260828079282889298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-distributing-coconut-biscuit-from.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-575001223077793466</id><published>2010-02-21T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:32:54.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just taught my 14-year old cousin on how to win a girl's heart....&lt;br /&gt;When i told him that he has to be romantic, so that the girl that he is chasing can fall in love with him, he replied, "Being romantic is not in guys' dictionary..." *diaooo....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is the one teaching me the lesson about relationship and not the other way round,haha...&lt;br /&gt;He kept on reminding me how old I am, that I need to get married soon...haiz, everyone is talking about marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY reunion back home saw my 2 cousins bringing their boyfriends to meet the big family...a sign that wedding bell is going to ring soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-boss emailed me to wish me Happy CNY and at the same time, asking whether the wedding bell is going to ring this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Fusta, is tying the knot on May 1st this year...and I'm so excited to be involved in her wedding coordination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met my senior high school friend from Indo, who just tied the knot and was on honeymoon in Singapore...I could really feel that 'love is in the air' when i brought them around Clarke quay...so lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must this "marriage" issue haunt me wherever i go? well, life SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-575001223077793466?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/575001223077793466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=575001223077793466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/575001223077793466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/575001223077793466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-taught-my-14-year-old-cousin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-81617646358186918</id><published>2010-02-02T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:39:29.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love to see how couples yearn for each other through calls and sms-es...&lt;br /&gt;I love to see how couples spend time together somewhere and record that moment in thousands of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;I love to see how couples decide to move one step ahead in their relationship...&lt;br /&gt;I love to see how couples start planning for their future together...&lt;br /&gt;I love to see how couples start planning for their marriage...&lt;br /&gt;I love to see how the relationship develops and blossoms to a happy ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so sweeeet...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-81617646358186918?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/81617646358186918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=81617646358186918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/81617646358186918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/81617646358186918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-to-see-how-couples-yearn-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4733576099559525696</id><published>2010-01-26T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:31:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate World</title><content type='html'>I used to wonder how life would be in the corporate world...will it be very stressful? will it be exciting? will it be demanding? will it be fun? If you want to have a feel of what it's like...imagine the following scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are assigned projects with no definite deadline...the projects may be arrowed by big big boss or direct boss...What is definite is that a presentation is required at any time, so better be prepared for last minute arrow to prepare the presentation of what you have been doing. While doing these projects, your time at work will be disrupted by countless meetings and planning for some of the corporate events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will hear lots of rumours daily on who resign, who get promoted, who get transferred, and many more corporate gossips...Then there will be occasional lectures from your direct supervisor advising you on what you should do to be able to climb the corporate ladder FAST! Sometimes you will be amazed at how other people are excited about your future, but not yourself...and how other people even plan on which position you should climb to in the next 3 years, 5 years, etc...Not to forget the tips on how to be recognized by the Management committee so that climbing that ladder can be expedited. People will compare you with others and will advise you on how you should behave during meetings...who you should imitate, etc...All for the sake of climbing the corporate ladder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your working hours will also be disrupted by countless trainings, either technical or non-technical, either conducted by external organisations or internally...All of them aim at developing you to be a more worthy individual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, right? Thinking about the whole idea of climbing the corporate ladder can make you crazy at times...Life as a housewife, or even a tai-tai would sound better,haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not complaining...life has been much better and more balanced for me, especially with the RSGT gang as my source of entertainment and super nice colleagues to hang out with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4733576099559525696?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4733576099559525696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4733576099559525696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4733576099559525696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4733576099559525696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/01/corporate-world.html' title='Corporate World'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3664290330112124446</id><published>2010-01-21T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:42:22.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aargghh..It's really painful :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3664290330112124446?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3664290330112124446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3664290330112124446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3664290330112124446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3664290330112124446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/01/aargghh.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4976223271887217808</id><published>2010-01-18T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:52:08.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels good to be listening to the stories of a charming &amp;amp; wise middle-aged man over beers at CBD area...but the saddest thing is, "IT'S ONLY MONDAY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4976223271887217808?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4976223271887217808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4976223271887217808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4976223271887217808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4976223271887217808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-good-to-be-listening-over.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-6243132673982330528</id><published>2010-01-15T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:52:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARRGH!!!! I'M STRESSED!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i'm crying at work!!!! arrrgh...maybe go back home later, can cry some more...huhuhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-6243132673982330528?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/6243132673982330528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=6243132673982330528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6243132673982330528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/6243132673982330528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/01/arrgh-im-stressed-for-first-time-im.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-2420432496601046453</id><published>2010-01-15T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:26:05.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be wanted and I hate waiting!!! :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i think i'm falling in love!!! got the electric shock this morning, through contacts &amp;amp; non-contacts,hahaha...i can't believe that i'm losing concentration due to this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-2420432496601046453?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/2420432496601046453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=2420432496601046453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2420432496601046453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/2420432496601046453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-be-wanted-and-i-hate-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1882144694206678637</id><published>2010-01-10T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:32:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My good friend is having her wedding gown fitting session today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home with my laptop and surrounded by lots of papers, analyzing the faults in the Chilled water system and cracking my head on how i should approach the problems...Pathetic, right? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1882144694206678637?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1882144694206678637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1882144694206678637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1882144694206678637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1882144694206678637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-good-friend-is-having-her-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-1120696189715112910</id><published>2009-12-29T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:31:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was walking up the stairs in the office this morning, feeling gloomy that the holiday is over...and one of the aunties in the office who was walking next to me suddenly made this remark, "NI HEN MEI!" Wahhhhh.....then i replied to her with a wide grin,"Really? Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;She continued,"Yah, you are very pretty...are you Indonesian?" Hmmm, Indonesians are PRETTY!!! haha...Her remark made my day! It would even be better if it's uttered by a handsome &amp;amp; charming guy,hahahah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-1120696189715112910?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/1120696189715112910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=1120696189715112910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1120696189715112910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/1120696189715112910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-walking-up-stairs-in-office-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-3336743548701843180</id><published>2009-12-28T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:18:02.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of year is approaching and my mind is filled with so many things...lots of reflections on what I have done for the past 1 year and on how stupid some of my decisions are...lots of thinking on 'What's next?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Australia and am not ready to report back to office, haiz...i want more and more holidays...where you can just spend time stoning and thinking on what you should do to change your life, haiz...why cant my life be smooth-sailing without so many things to think about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, i think i'd rather go back to square one than staying at this present situation...I'm tired at what I am going through now...haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-3336743548701843180?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/3336743548701843180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=3336743548701843180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3336743548701843180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/3336743548701843180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-year-is-approaching-and-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-8925999686998601492</id><published>2009-12-07T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:25:10.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He taught me one thing, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Skill sets are much more important than money...so build up your skill sets as they'll help you in the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-8925999686998601492?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/8925999686998601492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=8925999686998601492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8925999686998601492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/8925999686998601492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-taught-me-one-thing-skill-sets-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4617462413345025337</id><published>2009-11-23T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:06:24.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a long chat with my colleague over the longest luncheon ever...basically the conclusion is "You just don't care about what others are doing...just be yourself. There is no point being famous but not having many close friends or having many people talking behind your back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad to see how one changed for the worst...we should always try to be humble regardless where we stand as you don't know what is going to happen to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fulfilling yet hectic life! 3 more weeks to go and I'll be off to Australia!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-4617462413345025337?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4617462413345025337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4617462413345025337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4617462413345025337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4617462413345025337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-long-chat-with-my-colleague-over.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-7450277359596881654</id><published>2009-10-09T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:31:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random blabber</title><content type='html'>As the biological clock continues to tick, my brain continues to deteriorate. I have a hard time remembering the new people that I meet almost daily...the next time I see them, only the word 'Hallo', instead of 'Hallo so-and-so', comes out of my mouth. It's really bad rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sometimes those I-met-before-but-I-cant-remember-your-name people pass by my cubicle and talk to me...it feels really bad that i dont even know their name, yet I still continue with the conversation as if I know them well,haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, one person walked past my cubicle, then suddenly walked back, just to tell me that he couldnt believe that I graduate from Mechanical Engineering...He said I look like someone, who should be in the Finance industry,hahaha...the conversation went on...ended with a 'Bye', and I couldnt even remember where I met him before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm forcing myself to record the new people that I meet daily...I really pen their full name and where they are from...cant rely on my brain anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will be in town next week, yeaaaah!!!! then i'll be flying off to Jakarta over the weekend...and my aunty already planned for a trip to Bandung...Well, i havent been there but i dont really look forward to it as my time in Jakarta is very very limited...only a total of one-and-a-half day, and I want to cut my hair and go shopping!!! arrgh....hopefully i still have time to do it a few hours before my flight back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after coming back to Singapore, my cousin will be coming down from the US, as he got a job here!!! This is the best news ever...I will be lonely no more!!! Finally I have a close relative here!!!! And after his one-month stay in the catered Serviced Apartment by the company, he'll be staying with me :) No more staying alone!!!!! Probably I will have chance to hang out with his high-flyer banking friends??? haha....keep dreaming, Lydia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871086547628364087-7450277359596881654?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/7450277359596881654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=7450277359596881654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7450277359596881654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/7450277359596881654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-blabber.html' title='Random blabber'/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871086547628364087.post-4933944640054022168</id><published>2009-10-04T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:22:38.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i were given a chance to make 3 wishes right now, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish that I could go to a foreign land, far far away from where I am now, where I could start everything anew, close the current chapter of my life and open a new one!&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish to undergo a brain wash, where all the memories can be erased from my mind!&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish that I'm 7 years younger than my current age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, none of the above is possible right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday was my first time at MacRitchie Reservoir. I went there to recce the place to hold Active Race for my company's Active Day. The weather was so cooling that it'd have been a perfect day to go out dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/SsigS8ImVVI/AAAAAAAAKto/wehZgIPR_1o/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/SsigS8ImVVI/AAAAAAAAKto/wehZgIPR_1o/s320/DSC03307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388733201389081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/Ssigu8jAv1I/AAAAAAAAKt4/6WH-L1O5jJI/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/Ssigu8jAv1I/AAAAAAAAKt4/6WH-L1O5jJI/s320/DSC03313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388733682536202066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/SsiguO7aRqI/AAAAAAAAKtw/zV1YcYTaXBo/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/SsiguO7aRqI/AAAAAAAAKtw/zV1YcYTaXBo/s320/DSC03316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388733670290507426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch the following picture...see how romantic the place is! Lovely couple at a lovely spot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/Ssifsew510I/AAAAAAAAKtg/WhpmzJdFrZs/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/Ssifsew510I/AAAAAAAAKtg/WhpmzJdFrZs/s320/DSC03309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388732540670039874" 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/7871086547628364087-4933944640054022168?l=lyd85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/feeds/4933944640054022168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871086547628364087&amp;postID=4933944640054022168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4933944640054022168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871086547628364087/posts/default/4933944640054022168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyd85.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lyd_85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483029200035860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqQ78gwNJ9g/SsigS8ImVVI/AAAAAAAAKto/wehZgIPR_1o/s72-c/DSC03307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
