<?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-2143584844033796087</id><updated>2011-12-11T11:03:25.043+08:00</updated><category term='randon'/><category term='anger'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='sad'/><category term='church'/><category term='work'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life's Work</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into life and the changes within</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8954991234634435773</id><published>2011-12-08T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:18:04.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is really odd...</title><content type='html'>According to the analytic report of this blog, the audience that I have are of the following:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;United States - 13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Germany - 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India - 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Latvia - 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;...weird because more people in the United States view my 'pretty much' inactive blog as compared to people in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8954991234634435773?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8954991234634435773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8954991234634435773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8954991234634435773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8954991234634435773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-really-odd.html' title='This is really odd...'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-477497120526119355</id><published>2011-12-06T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:41:58.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Goddaughter made my day</title><content type='html'>It's not often that I see my goddaughter *mental note: please make more initiative* and she takes an awful long time to warm up to people (how I wish she was a still a baby sometimes). However, I am thankful that her mommy still makes an effort to post up some incredibly videos of her and the antics she's been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt every child is special but I got to say my 2 years 10 month old goddaughter is really really really smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below video shows her saying the Our Father's prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-BTCcDgG4o?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-BTCcDgG4o?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it made me laughed so hard when she actually said 'I forgot' in between the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Peanut's momster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-477497120526119355?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/477497120526119355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=477497120526119355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/477497120526119355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/477497120526119355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-goddaughter-made-my-day.html' title='My Goddaughter made my day'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-9025265941188112727</id><published>2011-11-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:44:44.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bridal Shower for my oldest girlfriend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Shopaholic? No...'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TKnqa4C0qsI/AAAAAAAAA2M/HgZjH9Gklh0/s72-c/44935_10150104286468569_698763568_7115626_6879292_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1831764778710433509</id><published>2010-08-12T15:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:09:15.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sun , Sea and...did someone say MUSHROOM?</title><content type='html'>Prior to my Bali trip, I was very skeptical of the whole holiday. I was worried that work would mountain up; I was worried that tasks would be left hanging, I was worried about everything in many words. However, the trip did me good. I have returned happier – though I been sick for 2 weeks from cough and phlegm attack – I am now relatively less annoyed, less jaded and less confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4ZklK9sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nGFCQ4ITOQc/s1600/39318_416558032290_554387290_4818335_2436354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4ZklK9sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nGFCQ4ITOQc/s320/39318_416558032290_554387290_4818335_2436354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504445919032702658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival at Denpasar International airport, going through the immigration. Drama of the hour, the Kiwi boy needed to buy his visa on arrival and got turned away as he didn't. Gave him instruction to get his visa sorted and of course, he did not listen. We had to wait an additional hour for him to get his mess sorted. He pretty much embarrassed Janet and me when he cut queue to get through the immigration line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on Legian at Dewa Bharata Bungalow. It's right in between of all the bars and clubs - gets really loud of crowded at night but during the day, it's really calm with loads of shops and restaurant for food and leisure shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4aiLYcKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/BgLUfbEAI-w/s1600/39489_416614497290_554387290_4820922_3903909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4aiLYcKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/BgLUfbEAI-w/s320/39489_416614497290_554387290_4820922_3903909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504445935567532194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of the hotel would definitely be the pool. During the night, it was pretty much our private area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO6LbqAHjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/43_25GlLFvE/s1600/30072010334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO6LbqAHjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/43_25GlLFvE/s320/30072010334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447875142131250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very happy Josie by the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5WcZ3IYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/S0Z_qugHtuo/s1600/40049_416560137290_554387290_4818418_5794238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5WcZ3IYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/S0Z_qugHtuo/s320/40049_416560137290_554387290_4818418_5794238_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446964809802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby pool and adult pool - Josie was happy in the baby pool. I can't swim but could drown well so let's just stay on the safe zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon check in, we decided to stroll along Legian. We were particularly looking for a Bikini shop called Blue Glue. Champion friends of ours informed us that the shop is along Legian Street and little did we know, Legian Street stretched into Seminyak - we walked freaking 10 kilometers to reach our destination *tired I tell you. Then, silly us thought that the beach was 'just around the corner. Sigh, walked another 30 minutes to reach Seminyak beach - load of walking I tell you.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO6KtWWFLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_5ZxZ2pFjO8/s1600/29072010329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO6KtWWFLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_5ZxZ2pFjO8/s320/29072010329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447862711653554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunset at Seminyak beach - Rest finally... I had my Bintang beer *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5rbjuuFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/d8vLifitBi8/s1600/40418_416558577290_554387290_4818368_1868464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5rbjuuFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/d8vLifitBi8/s320/40418_416558577290_554387290_4818368_1868464_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447325360011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and these are my traveling companions, Janet and the Kiwi boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank the Kiwi boy for sponsoring the trip. Such a sweetheart but little did I know what was I getting myself into - the child needed constants supervision (Peddlers mostly ignored Janet and me but harassed him the whole time) and needed to be fed around the clock. Not kidding, he pretty much ate every hour if he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: We headed to Tanah Lot for their sunset scenic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As like most places we visited, Janet and myself paid local fare for everything while the Kiwi boy had to pay foreign fare. He's also a liability to us...everyone tried charging us extra for our extra baggage - the Kiwi boy if you were wondering, sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5r3GOVPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/jXh_lIN2RaI/s1600/40577_416615497290_554387290_4820980_2906883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2cAaKCWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eQODTl8gBdQ/s1600/35954_416561397290_554387290_4818513_5163344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2cAaKCWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eQODTl8gBdQ/s320/35954_416561397290_554387290_4818513_5163344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504443761839180130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janet and myself at the entrance entering Tanah Lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XwxtaDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/2zNuDDjq_cA/s1600/40283_416575802290_554387290_4819163_1598887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3ewVr_FI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PsCwWjUAfQU/s1600/39258_416561492290_554387290_4818520_1626379_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3ewVr_FI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PsCwWjUAfQU/s320/39258_416561492290_554387290_4818520_1626379_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504444908576701522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanah Lot sea front photo with Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3eC9zLCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ujE11XxhVr0/s1600/38891_416567612290_554387290_4818794_7750837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3eC9zLCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ujE11XxhVr0/s320/38891_416567612290_554387290_4818794_7750837_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504444896396913698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture! Remind me to push the Pest into the sea if there is a future trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XCKU5lI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O7bMBSOTbaE/s1600/40206_416567692290_554387290_4818797_6997047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XCKU5lI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O7bMBSOTbaE/s320/40206_416567692290_554387290_4818797_6997047_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446974945191506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me! In front of Tanah Lot temple - the amount of tourist on site was insane. It was unfortunately peak season and was not easy to capture a scenic photo without strangers in the background...see, told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5r_6lL9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uhJZJg1tsFw/s1600/40618_416570987290_554387290_4818980_3916498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5r_6lL9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uhJZJg1tsFw/s320/40618_416570987290_554387290_4818980_3916498_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447335119531986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janet and I ber-jiwang-ing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Upon reaching back in town, we had dinner at Jimbaran - Sorry, the photos were blur, didn't bother having them up here. Josie's observation during dinner: for each plane departing, there was freaking 12 planes arriving. How insane was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Jimmy our driver to drop us at Kuta and had a stroll back into Legian. As usual, the Kiwi boy got harassed along the way with 'taxi, driver, viagra and....mushroom!' ... and Josie decided at that moment, we were going to get mushrooms! (It's a holiday what!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highlight of the trip (for me that is) is the adrenalin rush when we hop on random motorcycles to be brought to the shroom shop. If you don't know, the motorcycles in Bali are insane. They shoot out from small unseen lanes and motorcyclist SPEED in these little lane - scary yet thrilling the same time. Like everywhere in Bali, we had to bargain for the shrooms - remember, nothing more than 60,000rp! Out 'agent' brought us to a rather dodgy shop to get our shrooms - blend with juice to be taken back to our hotel...Sigh, with the short ride, the motorcyclist tried ripping moolah of us (blame it on the Kiwi boy) and I had to save our asses by throwing 50,000rp to them for 3 of us - I know I overpaid them but hey, these people are scary okay. I don't want them following us back to the hotel harassing us... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO6K9usLaI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4VBP_Kopp_E/s1600/30072010353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO6K9usLaI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4VBP_Kopp_E/s320/30072010353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447867108732322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janet and me with our illegal deed. Yes, the Kiwi boy chickened out and claimed that he 'had to take care of us'... Don't recall making him our guardian. Anyway, our shake was err...mushroom flavored. It was a crazy night - too much laugh and tears. Things that I learn from this experience:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrooms are meant to be taken in the DAY time to see happy 'things'. Saying so, we had no sleep the whole night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ONE shroom shake is meant to be SHARED between FOUR people - Janet and I had ONE each so yeah, you go figure the state we were in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrooms make people more ALERT - I could hear the club's music street away clearly and if I could, would have run off partying but again, I was too happy for anything else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sigh, I kinda miss the whole feeling now...wonder if there's some in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: We headed to Sukawati and Ubud. We did major shopping spree and Josie turned grumpy - no sleep and I started feeling sick (laughed too much, the throat was abused)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Visited a temple in between and did some major cam-whoring...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2cSgAPeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pe4U94zTzSs/s1600/38556_416575427290_554387290_4819143_5539582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2cSgAPeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pe4U94zTzSs/s320/38556_416575427290_554387290_4819143_5539582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504443766695542242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4Z_tDVaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/HRihVd4dBBc/s1600/39358_416575397290_554387290_4819142_3951029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2b8v-HxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uhYJMoDDiUU/s1600/33496_416576002290_554387290_4819172_6711007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2b8v-HxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uhYJMoDDiUU/s320/33496_416576002290_554387290_4819172_6711007_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504443760856932114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2c3GQsGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/rJbTFFjIXB8/s1600/38601_416575667290_554387290_4819152_835431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2c3GQsGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/rJbTFFjIXB8/s320/38601_416575667290_554387290_4819152_835431_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504443776519680098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4aiLYcKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/BgLUfbEAI-w/s1600/39489_416614497290_554387290_4820922_3903909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO47albROI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Lxj-5mbHqNo/s1600/39803_416613397290_554387290_4820895_2546676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO47albROI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Lxj-5mbHqNo/s320/39803_416613397290_554387290_4820895_2546676_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446500464968930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5q9-wDeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OhOmKs7QVvY/s1600/40351_416576152290_554387290_4819176_4809936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4ZIcqMVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/L-CTwyMjk4I/s1600/39315_416575567290_554387290_4819149_3845302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4ZIcqMVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/L-CTwyMjk4I/s320/39315_416575567290_554387290_4819149_3845302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504445911480807762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3d1c-ZYI/AAAAAAAAAus/3LcQJ4pxpeU/s1600/38826_416575897290_554387290_4819167_142410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3d1c-ZYI/AAAAAAAAAus/3LcQJ4pxpeU/s320/38826_416575897290_554387290_4819167_142410_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504444892769576322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XwxtaDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/2zNuDDjq_cA/s1600/40283_416575802290_554387290_4819163_1598887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XwxtaDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/2zNuDDjq_cA/s320/40283_416575802290_554387290_4819163_1598887_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446987458406450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO48MjPzII/AAAAAAAAAwc/EFREfJhg4jg/s1600/39990_416576567290_554387290_4819204_7396371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO47i-k86I/AAAAAAAAAwU/JS1-cAWVjxc/s1600/39865_416576062290_554387290_4819174_7211405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO47i-k86I/AAAAAAAAAwU/JS1-cAWVjxc/s320/39865_416576062290_554387290_4819174_7211405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446502717944738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5rMVbvxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vfFW__xgQQA/s1600/40414_416575872290_554387290_4819165_2827720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5rMVbvxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vfFW__xgQQA/s320/40414_416575872290_554387290_4819165_2827720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447321273515794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janet with our driver - Jimmy. If you are looking for a driver, Jimmy is your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving Ubud, we had bebek (duck) for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5q9-wDeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OhOmKs7QVvY/s1600/40351_416576152290_554387290_4819176_4809936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5q9-wDeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OhOmKs7QVvY/s320/40351_416576152290_554387290_4819176_4809936_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447317420281314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO48MjPzII/AAAAAAAAAwc/EFREfJhg4jg/s1600/39990_416576567290_554387290_4819204_7396371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO48MjPzII/AAAAAAAAAwc/EFREfJhg4jg/s320/39990_416576567290_554387290_4819204_7396371_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446513877601410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO47CpBY2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/zjdCegLlGFo/s1600/39746_416576597290_554387290_4819205_5336601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO47CpBY2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/zjdCegLlGFo/s320/39746_416576597290_554387290_4819205_5336601_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446494037599074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO464-b4XI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-PwdZMGk5j8/s1600/39726_416615327290_554387290_4820970_2297088_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4bFuuB8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/bjthVGICOtA/s1600/39705_416576652290_554387290_4819207_968728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4bFuuB8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/bjthVGICOtA/s320/39705_416576652290_554387290_4819207_968728_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504445945110988738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3eR4IYII/AAAAAAAAAu8/kVKTI8oZNxk/s1600/39009_416576462290_554387290_4819191_4948472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3eR4IYII/AAAAAAAAAu8/kVKTI8oZNxk/s320/39009_416576462290_554387290_4819191_4948472_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504444900399669378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bebek Bengal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2dFeLhJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/fsn1GdqBqpQ/s1600/38649_416576457290_554387290_4819190_6916652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2dFeLhJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/fsn1GdqBqpQ/s320/38649_416576457290_554387290_4819190_6916652_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504443780378100882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasi campur bebek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we headed to a local restaurant where you could eat the bones of all the poultry dishes...interesting &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5W6PsZWI/AAAAAAAAAws/L7FpMkfdkoo/s1600/40193_416613292290_554387290_4820887_7335179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5W6PsZWI/AAAAAAAAAws/L7FpMkfdkoo/s320/40193_416613292290_554387290_4820887_7335179_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446972820219234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XR8igKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/gwcd1UocNXY/s1600/40263_416613312290_554387290_4820888_1048517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5XR8igKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/gwcd1UocNXY/s320/40263_416613312290_554387290_4820888_1048517_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446979182330018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, we over ordered but again...we are on a holiday, let's go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: We headed to Nusa Dua to chilled out by the beach, Kiwi Boy did Bungy jump and right before heading off to the airport, we went over to Uluwatu for sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2cAaKCWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eQODTl8gBdQ/s1600/35954_416561397290_554387290_4818513_5163344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO464-b4XI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-PwdZMGk5j8/s1600/39726_416615327290_554387290_4820970_2297088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO464-b4XI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-PwdZMGk5j8/s320/39726_416615327290_554387290_4820970_2297088_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504446491443061106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3ejSyzWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xPphTKKBTuU/s1600/39014_416615632290_554387290_4820996_3574192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3ejSyzWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xPphTKKBTuU/s1600/39014_416615632290_554387290_4820996_3574192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO3ejSyzWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xPphTKKBTuU/s320/39014_416615632290_554387290_4820996_3574192_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504444905074904418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can we sell this photo? Monkey having a go by the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO2b8v-HxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uhYJMoDDiUU/s1600/33496_416576002290_554387290_4819172_6711007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5r3GOVPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/jXh_lIN2RaI/s1600/40577_416615497290_554387290_4820980_2906883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO5r3GOVPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/jXh_lIN2RaI/s320/40577_416615497290_554387290_4820980_2906883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447332752446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we feel you too...the last day was really a denial day for us. Can we not go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I miss Bali now and wished I had more time to do more things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1831764778710433509?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1831764778710433509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1831764778710433509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1831764778710433509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1831764778710433509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/08/sun-sea-anddid-someone-say-mushroom.html' title='Sun , Sea and...did someone say MUSHROOM?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TGO4ZklK9sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nGFCQ4ITOQc/s72-c/39318_416558032290_554387290_4818335_2436354_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-208047495846073458</id><published>2010-08-11T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:59:38.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So clever the little diva</title><content type='html'>Stole the videos off &lt;a href="http://evathepeanut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peanut's Mommy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God Daughter is so clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6-UlbCuvCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6-UlbCuvCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut spells her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/U4sMnx6xHW0/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4sMnx6xHW0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4sMnx6xHW0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut counts 3 - 10 in Bahasa Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vZEmqsvFMhc/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZEmqsvFMhc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZEmqsvFMhc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut's antics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-208047495846073458?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/208047495846073458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=208047495846073458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/208047495846073458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/208047495846073458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-clever-little-diva.html' title='So clever the little diva'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1080981115957017633</id><published>2010-07-19T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:27:31.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's 21 all over again</title><content type='html'>I am very blessed and grateful for the many people that have always been there supporting me throughout my ups and downs. I may never have said thank you loud enough but really, I am ever so thankful for all the friendship that has been extended. I have grown to not expect too much from people and it’s really touching to know that there are so many friends out there that are willing to go the extra mile making me a very special person on my very much denial 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls threw me an early surprise dinner at Chilli’s. It was such a surprise, I even asked why are the waiters singing happy birthday song at our table – yes, I was that delayed. Thank you darlings for always being there and making me a special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my mommy friend bringing my little boyfriend for lunch. Thank you for the pressies and company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you to certain special individuals for having a specially missed friend brought on the eve of the birthday for a surprise revealing. Needless to say, there were tears. I was really touched (and still is) knowing that these individuals have gone all out to keep it a special surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the colleagues that made it a good day. I had a full day back-to-back and the little pixies in the office were in full gear arranging the ‘agenda’ of the night. Needless to say, I done a too fast and too furious, made friends with the toilet and was REALLY sober by the time I had home. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUJbuUNgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Mu7-Of__hKI/s320/35050_411699912290_554387290_4682081_7438581_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609966336423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ever huge Birthday card from the Kiwi boy - Look, I have boobs... P is trying to get me all hyped for our Bali trip at the end of the month. Yes, it's next week and I promised to be excited about it after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUJhccr1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/yW7G_KyuH_M/s1600/37523_411430697290_554387290_4674974_3261854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUJhccr1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/yW7G_KyuH_M/s320/37523_411430697290_554387290_4674974_3261854_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609967872094034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently when I was out meeting the clients, the girls were busy sewing my Birthday hat, with the sewing kit they found in my desk. Yes, that's a fork, spoon, a piece of paper that says 'mangkuk' (it means bowl), soft toy and Tetley's teabags. I was meant to wear it the whole night but that didn't happen of course.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTzPPoZkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2UG0zeHGt7k/s1600/34952_411432067290_554387290_4675063_2561929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTzPPoZkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2UG0zeHGt7k/s320/34952_411432067290_554387290_4675063_2561929_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609585029375554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round 1 of cake blowing in the office - the BigBoss had this arranged so see me beaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUKDLKeaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nXX3k4ChZY4/s1600/38264_411699972290_554387290_4682086_1487141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUKDLKeaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nXX3k4ChZY4/s320/38264_411699972290_554387290_4682086_1487141_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609976926402978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round 2 of cake blowing at Pink Sage. Note: Candles said 21 and I wouldn't have blown it if it was otherwise. The colleagues made me wait 45 minutes for their grand arrival - see, this is why...Don't work in advertising coz the hours are insane on most days. The troop slowly trotted in when I was done with dinner *fail&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irregardless, thank you for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUJ3_rcwI/AAAAAAAAAts/MCekshg7piw/s1600/37703_411700087290_554387290_4682099_6234853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUJ3_rcwI/AAAAAAAAAts/MCekshg7piw/s320/37703_411700087290_554387290_4682099_6234853_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609973925442306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet the party people, ex-colleagues and colleagues (who are soon going to be ex-colleagues). Bah, I am the last one standing in this group. It's okay...one day when the time come, I shall also move on to something better (please let the day come soon *finger crossed)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUKUTlAUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/PkvBnU47qAE/s1600/38374_411700112290_554387290_4682101_6643042_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUKUTlAUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/PkvBnU47qAE/s320/38374_411700112290_554387290_4682101_6643042_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609981525098818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Party hat and birthday card in hand - checked. Posing with the peeps - checked. Introducing the Kiwi boy - if you yet to realize, he's the only white boy in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTyd-_1tI/AAAAAAAAAtE/bxBfPkv4Mj0/s1600/34916_424725827336_526922336_5109660_5507361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTyd-_1tI/AAAAAAAAAtE/bxBfPkv4Mj0/s320/34916_424725827336_526922336_5109660_5507361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609571806271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiwi boy got me a pressie with handmade wrapping - Look at it closer...it's wrap with my two biggest account. Sigh, one can never run away from work. Oh, it was a Rose Moscato inside the wrapping. I like~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTxy4SDzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/PUzdJkKBRyQ/s1600/34873_424726242336_526922336_5109675_1268003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTxy4SDzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/PUzdJkKBRyQ/s320/34873_424726242336_526922336_5109675_1268003_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609560235380530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moscato says hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTxbqPAgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/DpoKINdLuJY/s1600/34671_411434307290_554387290_4675148_2646440_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTxbqPAgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/DpoKINdLuJY/s320/34671_411434307290_554387290_4675148_2646440_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609554002444802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 'party' at Sids Taman Tun with the 'sasau' woman on my left that yells at me everyday and chirpy on my right who always listen to me . Can't believe they are leaving me soon for better career opportunity. I will missed them and mopped around for days when they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTy9Ekv9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/3ORlRrxzEUs/s1600/34945_424731407336_526922336_5109843_2348383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERTy9Ekv9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/3ORlRrxzEUs/s320/34945_424731407336_526922336_5109843_2348383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609580151160786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posing with my real sister, if you don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1080981115957017633?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1080981115957017633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1080981115957017633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1080981115957017633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1080981115957017633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-21-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s 21 all over again'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TERUJbuUNgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Mu7-Of__hKI/s72-c/35050_411699912290_554387290_4682081_7438581_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6185960769405616605</id><published>2010-06-28T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:28:25.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tissues for my issues</title><content type='html'>I am leaving for Kuching for my annual Rainforest World Music Festival trip in 2 weeks’ time. How do I feel? Blank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for Bali (or rather was forced into) in end of July. Am I looking forward to it? I really don’t know. Its sweet the peeps are trying to build my anticipation but I am just not feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of where I am, I feel so directionless. Work task just comes yelling of urgency one after another and I don’t think I know how to cope anymore. Well, perhaps I should talk to the boss but really…what’s the point. Is this what I need the next few years of where I want to be in my life? I don’t know. I love digital, I like the challenge and look forward to the changes but it is holding me back in life. I don’t earn enough to support my lifestyle and don’t feel appreciated enough to pick up the pieces to hold together what I’m doing. Some said to take time off to get rid of my jadedness but I doubt that will help anymore. I feel as if I am failing to hold my fort together. It’s crumbling and I am helpless. I don’t know what more motivation is there left to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s pure frustration. Are people blind? I am still here, smiling and doing what it takes to get things done but I feel like a walking bomb, time is ticking and it’s ticking faster in my head. I am definitely not stuck here to what I do. There are loads of opportunities out there but I do not want to take the easy way out jumping on the first thing that gives me my ticket out. I am picky and I am still waiting for the next big break to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pick a job based on career learning and growth, I still want that. I am not one of those who wants an easy 9 – 5 job and leave when time is up. However, I now need to be realistic. I need something that can sustain me, enough for me to pay my commitment and spend for entertainment end of the day. I don’t have the luxury to spend. I still skim on many things I want and settle for things that could keep me happy for now. This is not how I want to see myself in years to come. I want to have the luxury to ‘throw’ some money around, affording trips, spending more time with the family and mostly, to have more me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, my me time is all prioritized to work. Yes, I take proud ownership to what I do but what is in for me? What is my carrot for putting in so much effort? If being an employee means plain execution, perhaps it’s time for me to put this effort in something of my own. Easy said but there needs to be more detailed planning and proper financial backup before I could even start envisioning of having something of my own. I don’t doubt that this will happen one day but till that day come, I really need a change…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6185960769405616605?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6185960769405616605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6185960769405616605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6185960769405616605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6185960769405616605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/06/tissues-for-my-issues.html' title='Tissues for my issues'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-649954534430198246</id><published>2010-06-03T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:29:27.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>That's how I am feeling these days, used and taken forgranted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-649954534430198246?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/649954534430198246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=649954534430198246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/649954534430198246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/649954534430198246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/06/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8605302963107818105</id><published>2010-05-31T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:02:28.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I hear more bells</title><content type='html'>In most wedding these days, instead of having a picture taken with the bridal couple, we tend to 'cam whore' with our little individual groups. I have a valid reason to this - it's because the Bridal couple is busy. Everyone is seeking their attention so we'll just leave the professional photographer to capture those moment. This goes the same with the 2 weddings I attended over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sereen and Max's wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKWAPC6qRI/AAAAAAAAAso/H6ynwgkCZ5I/s1600/29052010110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKWAPC6qRI/AAAAAAAAAso/H6ynwgkCZ5I/s320/29052010110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477105027618875666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sereen aka Ying Lih was my Primary as well as High School mate.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't see any of my High School friends but it was good catching up with my Primary classmates - I think we still look the same though I have to admit, my Chinese command is no longer as fluent as it used to.  Must make more effort to converse in Mandarin before it becomes a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivee &amp;amp; Ying Tsong's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKV_hPOCEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/54SZp04IMqE/s1600/30102_390408780965_674110965_4543212_3666680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKV_hPOCEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/54SZp04IMqE/s320/30102_390408780965_674110965_4543212_3666680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477105015322445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was good catching up with the girls again after Mary's Wedding from January. I rather think that we were very well behaved this time round though we had moments talking about boobs and checking out random guy during the reception. All in all, it was nice seeing the others with babies and guessing 'husband' clues for some. Next wedding on the line-up in the group is Bianca's. I am so wearing a saree for hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8605302963107818105?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8605302963107818105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8605302963107818105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8605302963107818105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8605302963107818105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hear-more-bells.html' title='I hear more bells'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKWAPC6qRI/AAAAAAAAAso/H6ynwgkCZ5I/s72-c/29052010110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2324962237582967697</id><published>2010-05-30T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:37:13.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How fast they grow</title><content type='html'>Can believe that time flies...It's insane. I would say May been a rewarding month for me, catching up the babies and toddlers in in my life. Nah, doubt it's maternal instinct kicking in. I just like kids...like heart them when they do something out of the blues that makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva the Peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJac60qxI/AAAAAAAAAro/7IbWwXt1ivQ/s1600/6+months+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJac60qxI/AAAAAAAAAro/7IbWwXt1ivQ/s320/6+months+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477091184368462610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember little peanut? This was Eva when she was only 6 months old. How adorable is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJatDZNGI/AAAAAAAAArw/G1xk1kcFvM8/s1600/30633_462742364096_571629096_5926918_2558412_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJatDZNGI/AAAAAAAAArw/G1xk1kcFvM8/s320/30633_462742364096_571629096_5926918_2558412_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477091188699378786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is our Peanut now at 15 months.Oh how she has grown... You can no longer 'con' her into carrying her around and she can already speak already! Winder why her parents is teaching her to say 'smack'...hmmm. She loves playing with paper, imitates everything her mommy does and plays hide and seek with her hands *adorable! This was taken during her baptism. Guess who is her Godma? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Muffin Zachary Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKOajyMZmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/39EWtsC_p7Y/s1600/Zac_n_me%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKOajyMZmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/39EWtsC_p7Y/s320/Zac_n_me%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477096683769456226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing Zachary Wang! I have been too tied up to introduce this little feller but he is now 2 months old already. See, *points at muffin* he is as tan as me. Little champ here is apparently really active but he has been an angel when we last hung out - okay, we were with his mommy too :) Can't wait to hang out again Muffin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley Denisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJbOUudyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/MGKGiizS1eI/s1600/15052010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJbOUudyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/MGKGiizS1eI/s320/15052010029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477091197630445346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This little one is already 19 months! Where was I when she was growing up? She loves dancing and can be bribe with TOYS! How easy is it to be friends with her? Favorite pastime? Trying on every single sandals, shoes, heels that comes her way. Bought her the little shape tub to 'stimulate' her mind. Well, let's just say she finds it easier to just open up the cover and put all the shapes in directly instead of the shape holes. *smart girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luca Faysal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJbtNej2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/_F-W6ugt7tQ/s1600/15052010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJbtNej2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/_F-W6ugt7tQ/s320/15052010027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477091205921541986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing 3 months old Luca...a really big bundle of cuddly joy. The younger brother to Ashley and he is nearly as big as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The little Terrorists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKSvgQjeBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/C1R2ulqYCD8/s1600/16052010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKSvgQjeBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/C1R2ulqYCD8/s320/16052010031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477101441646819346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jia Xin (niece), Aaron (cousin), William (nephew)&lt;br /&gt;All they do is play and fight - it's really tiring trying to accommodate to all of their needs at one go. It's nice to have younger one in the family. Don't tell anyone I said this but the little ones make family gathering much more enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2324962237582967697?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2324962237582967697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2324962237582967697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2324962237582967697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2324962237582967697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-fast-they-grow.html' title='How fast they grow'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/TAKJac60qxI/AAAAAAAAAro/7IbWwXt1ivQ/s72-c/6+months+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7587675842323899208</id><published>2010-04-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:00:13.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Some people will just never get it</title><content type='html'>It’s either their skin are too thick that common sense could never break through the thick skulls they have or they are just plain ignorant. It amazes me with the things that come out from some people’s mouth. It’s like – they have no communication skills what-so-ever… and I wonder how in the world did these ignorant people became leaders in their field. What is the world coming to? Perhaps being a leader means bull-shitting your way through and making other’s clean your shit. Oh wait…these are what the so-called ‘leaders’ call – delegation. Wake up people, a true leader delegate and lead - not barking up when something go wrong. When there are arising challenges, try being REALISTIC than OPTIMISTIC – are we in denial? Or is someone being too dense to ‘envision’ potential issue? I am not being negative. I just need to ensure that there are solutions to potential gaps. Are we doing this now? No. Why? This can only be answered by these people called ‘leaders’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is also another issue of people who has no back bone and need constant spoon feeding. Are you paralyze or plain lazy? Are we taking a guess, well don’t bother because this is what we call laziness. I am seriously over it. I need people who can take initiative. I need people who can envision a better plan instead of blindly doing something they know will not work. And… open the golden mouth of yours if you have a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with people who are really complicated. Well, I know I am. Just because I smile it doesn’t mean I am not pressured with work. Just because I joke it doesn’t mean I am not worried deep down… and just because I am nice it doesn’t mean I like you. If you haven’t figured out, I am a bitch in my own league. I am only nice to people who earn my trust and am not approachable to people who don’t show me their effort… and I keep my enemies tight. That you will need to figure how I do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-7587675842323899208?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/7587675842323899208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=7587675842323899208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7587675842323899208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7587675842323899208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-people-will-just-never-get-it.html' title='Some people will just never get it'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3104883068361020205</id><published>2010-04-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:35:12.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It never ends, does it?</title><content type='html'>I will never be the daughter my parents want me to be – I inherited the father’s stubbornness and the mother’s dramaness. It’s not the best combination when it comes to compromising on things. I may insist to not be ‘just like them’ but realize I practice many things they brought me up to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in many ways, I am not them. It might be the experience I had been exposed to that made me very different from them. They do not agree to many decisions I make in life ie: Why do I tend to change job, why do I need more salary, why can’t I just be content with life etc. Perhaps till today, I am just the little girl in their eye who can’t make any decision for herself, or a little girl who don’t know what is the best for her in her life. All I wanted is some support and understanding. I may be different but that does not dictate that I have to live life exactly the way it is ‘seemed’ fit. Why do I bother sharing with them my thoughts to only realize that they don’t care what I am feeling because they ALWAYS think they know better, they had experienced everything. Being protective is one but I need someone to listen to me. Give me a chance to speak for myself. I don’t deny I can be difficult but it’s my life and I need to learn to make my own choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just frustrated. At this stage, nothing seems to be going easy. Maybe it’s me making life seem complicated. Whatever it is, I need a time-out. I need this quarter to end to re-think what is it exactly that I want in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3104883068361020205?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3104883068361020205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3104883068361020205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3104883068361020205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3104883068361020205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-never-ends-does-it.html' title='It never ends, does it?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2718438858938538073</id><published>2010-04-12T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:09:52.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Seeing little bunnies</title><content type='html'>Everyone around me is getting married, expecting babies or have given birth to one. Sigh...I am getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S8MZrdpDPwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ySvgBKseeus/s1600/85795944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S8MZrdpDPwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ySvgBKseeus/s320/85795944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459235407785049858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is my darling Zachary Wang Jia Le.&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not, he is barely 1 month and already have his own fan page. Read more about him at his &lt;a href="http://peichyi.yummacious.net/"&gt;Mommy's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2718438858938538073?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2718438858938538073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2718438858938538073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2718438858938538073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2718438858938538073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/04/seeing-little-bunnies.html' title='Seeing little bunnies'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S8MZrdpDPwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ySvgBKseeus/s72-c/85795944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2383074345789084462</id><published>2010-04-11T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:02:09.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Everything is fine…just fine</title><content type='html'>There are days when it feels as if the world is on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when it feels like I should give up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when it feels as if the day could not get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, this thing call career has taken over any possible social life I have…or had. To begin with, I don’t have much of a social life anyway. It get tougher juggling all the different expectation but I am still here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month had been a roller coaster. There was a number of project pitches – nailed it! Meaning more responsibility and it’s been insane. On top of that, there was a family ‘emergency’ but everything is all sorted now so no worries there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that I have not been taking any photos since Mary and Damien’s wedding. What’s wrong with me? And guess what? Not only my hard disk containing all my ‘memories’ were stolen the last round the house got ransacked, they actually took my camera charger. Like hello, why would you take the charger without the camera in the first place? Now I got to hunt for a new one. Right, with ‘all the time in my hand’, I can just grab one since I am that ‘free’. Bah! It also doesn’t help that I am currently on a tight budget – can’t afford to be throwing money around since I am saving up for my secret application, which is on track if you are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently, I decided to invest in a body suit *okay, girly talk now so if you are a guy, feel free to skip this section’. It is rather empowering coz it really holds your body shape and now I have boobs…seriously. I thought that it would really be uncomfortable and difficult to wear but it’s easy. I wouldn't think that people would notice but they do. If you have some money to invest, looking to shape out your body, I totally recommend this. The things I do for vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, nothing much is happening. I think I need to start taking more photos, meeting new people, get a new job (oops, did I say that out loud?) and be interesting once again... well, till next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2383074345789084462?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2383074345789084462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2383074345789084462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2383074345789084462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2383074345789084462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-is-finejust-fine.html' title='Everything is fine…just fine'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8858930200742078073</id><published>2010-03-05T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:33:31.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Worries, Anxiety and Fear…</title><content type='html'>Something doesn’t feel right. I feel lost with some of the decision I made in life, this is disappointing me because I know I should be more in control. Perhaps I am asking for too much in such short time frame. Somehow, something feels incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage of point, I am blaming my career for such imbalance. Now to set things straight, I really enjoy working in an interactive environment – the learning curve and experience. The working hours can be unpredictable and late. It’s either you are committed and passionate, or you are not. I know I am. However, over the course of the past few months, resources have been leaving and there had not been any replacement. I somehow am filling into multiple roles and yes, this is common but there is no room for concentration.  I can’t cope with these alone and I need guidance occasionally. My biggest issue is that there is lack of support and leadership. I know people will slap me on my head and say ‘Deal with it’ and I have. Unfortunately, the person up there does not know the workload I face on a daily basis. How can I strategize and build the account when I am too busy with execution? It’s not that I do not want to take the lead – I can’t afford. I need to ensure delivery and that is my commitment to clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I have been having this inkling to just pack up and leave. Yes, I want to take the avoidance approach and be in denial. But I am not weak like that. I just need a space to vent and lash out my frustration. I need to learn a way to work around working with unproductive people and still be happy. Is this possible? I don’t know. I haven’t tried. Bah, I been thinking too much till it’s giving me migraine. It’s effing painful ok. Note to self: Don’t think too much. Be patient Josephine…things will work out fine sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8858930200742078073?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8858930200742078073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8858930200742078073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8858930200742078073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8858930200742078073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/03/worries-anxiety-and-fear.html' title='Worries, Anxiety and Fear…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6893405040621514881</id><published>2010-02-08T10:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:34:58.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Robbed and Ransacked</title><content type='html'>What a weekend it is becoming indeed. On Saturday noon, I left home to help a close friend with her wedding. It was a good night and I wore a saree first time ever (well, that's a separate post). I did not returned for the night - decided to put up in the hotel and the whole of next day was spent in church and the parent's home. Upon returning in the evening, nothing looked unusual however I knew something was wrong when an opened bottle was left opened on the table...walking a little further in, all the cupboard was opened and that confirmed - the house was ransacked. Needing a little more confirmation, I went up and checked the rooms. Bah...it finally sink in that I was robbed. Every possible drawer and cupboard was pulled out and stuff thrown all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AeNi2ScI/AAAAAAAAAqk/P0jUwQjYMqQ/s1600-h/P1010146.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AeNi2ScI/AAAAAAAAAqk/P0jUwQjYMqQ/s320/P1010146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435704531779733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The diamond necklace and earring set that mom bought is gone...doubt I even wore it. There were the other valuable like chain, pendants, earrings that I have to part with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2-Ad4HTL5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/XnRacTsjj7Y/s1600-h/P1010137.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2-Ad4HTL5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/XnRacTsjj7Y/s320/P1010137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435704526027042706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It wasn't me who made this mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AdRCXAkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/kJ4uVEFTHtk/s1600-h/P1010136.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AdRCXAkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/kJ4uVEFTHtk/s320/P1010136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435704515537338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For once I can't blame the brother for the mess in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2-Ac3khZkI/AAAAAAAAAqM/32oNzHvW-AU/s1600-h/P1010135.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2-Ac3khZkI/AAAAAAAAAqM/32oNzHvW-AU/s320/P1010135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435704508701304386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I am so poor, they didn't take the TV or radio. I know...it's not valuable enough-kan? BUT, they took my Hard Disk Drive. It has all my photos, assignments from uni and music in there. I am crossing my finger that the burglar do not a.read English b.have the time to view my photo c.listen to the crappy music I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AcWmhUiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7VUHM2cSWvo/s1600-h/P1010133.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AcWmhUiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7VUHM2cSWvo/s320/P1010133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435704499851317794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone please enlighten me what are they looking for in the cabinet? Like hello, who will bother putting valuable in this area right? They even opened the store room and tool box - silly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I am thankful that I was not home at the present time. Some people shared with me their experience of being in the situation when the thieves were around - very traumatic I tell you. Lesson learn, I need to be more alarmed even though there are security guarding the area. One neighbor suspect a suspicious car driving around the area in the afternoon but security had no evident of it. Another suspected that it is an inside job - the burglar knew my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, if I was mad, I would be mad at myself for taking things too lenient. I always believed that 'that will never happen to me' but it did happen. So peeps, please take security to extra measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling burglar, by any chance if you do read English and even if you did not rob me but had done so with others, Karma exist and it hurts even more. Why steal when you are given the strength to work? I'll let God be the judge if it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random note: The Chinese in me will like you to know that I broke a glass on Saturday night - bad aura perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6893405040621514881?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6893405040621514881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6893405040621514881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6893405040621514881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6893405040621514881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/02/robbed-and-ransacked.html' title='Robbed and Ransacked'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2-AeNi2ScI/AAAAAAAAAqk/P0jUwQjYMqQ/s72-c/P1010146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6885381281164480907</id><published>2010-02-03T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:42:23.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Where am I again? Oh yeah…DENIAL</title><content type='html'>Last weekend felt surreal. I remember running errands, picking up guests from the airport, drinking way too much alcohol and now…I am back to *flash* reality. Mentally, I am now in a major stage of denial. I want to turn back time and do the whole weekend all over again - spending time with the girls, yelling at the boys, getting annoyed with people, etc. I refuse to acknowledge that work is reality and my break was the denial part. Help me people. I can’t function right now. My head is telling to quit whatever I am doing and run off and be ‘zen’ with myself. I want a job that doesn’t need my mind on it. And before I worry you guys with more depressing ramble, I need you to know that I am not depressed. It’s just one of my bipolar moments. So this is normal, I am normal – THINK POSITIVE THINK POSITIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you seen me this PINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqYS3yS0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/kvreglqulEQ/s1600-h/17071_277698378190_517413190_3422819_8150751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqYS3yS0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/kvreglqulEQ/s320/17071_277698378190_517413190_3422819_8150751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433921022270262082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wedding Ceremony, Holy Family Kajang&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning to laugh at me now...you may. During the throwing of bouquet, they lined us bridesmaid and the only person who appear to be eager to catch the bouquet was none other than yours truly. Little did I know that when the Mary was preparing to throw the bouquet, all the girls took 3 steps back. And it was only ME that was at the front line. It didn't help that the groomsmen were cheering on me to catch the bouquet. To cut the story short, I did catch the bouquet. Is there any myth about catching the bouquet more than 3 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqY90AOMI/AAAAAAAAApE/bz3CThXzvKc/s1600-h/17243_310611116612_761881612_4677511_2995157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqY90AOMI/AAAAAAAAApE/bz3CThXzvKc/s320/17243_310611116612_761881612_4677511_2995157_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433921033797122242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hee Lai Ton, Wedding Luncheon. Please meet the bridal party&lt;br /&gt;-Anthony, Nicholas, Raphael, Bhavish, Damien, Borik, Cynthia, Josie, Cindy, Bianca, Amanda and Belinda-&lt;br /&gt;We did a dance down the aisle...Something like the JK wedding on Youtube but VERY impromptu with no rehearsal coz half of the group was not around the night before. Will update the video now once censorship board -&gt; me approves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqZHyJk9I/AAAAAAAAApM/_1dr-RQQp5g/s1600-h/17243_310629766612_761881612_4677613_6738543_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqZHyJk9I/AAAAAAAAApM/_1dr-RQQp5g/s320/17243_310629766612_761881612_4677613_6738543_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433921036473701330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lucky Damien with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqZhukU4I/AAAAAAAAApU/QmYkcRwblrY/s1600-h/17243_310621896612_761881612_4677574_7503116_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqZhukU4I/AAAAAAAAApU/QmYkcRwblrY/s320/17243_310621896612_761881612_4677574_7503116_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433921043437998978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is how you look like when you have one too many wine - apparently I was as pink as my gown later the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Party at Havana, Changkat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2u_z097FII/AAAAAAAAAps/pGeId6o5Nxw/s1600-h/17071_280180353190_517413190_3433674_7360089_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2u_z097FII/AAAAAAAAAps/pGeId6o5Nxw/s320/17071_280180353190_517413190_3433674_7360089_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434648272465237122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess who think he's so sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bhavish surrounded by us girls. Bhavish called me a bad host because a.He slept on the couch instead of the bed coz it was too hot in the room - his issue, not mine b.I did not cook throughout his trip here - we were out most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Dude think I am too serious. I like to clarify that I am not. Right peeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2u_zhP3bAI/AAAAAAAAApk/p7_VVB12Th8/s1600-h/17071_280180298190_517413190_3433672_186650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2u_zhP3bAI/AAAAAAAAApk/p7_VVB12Th8/s320/17071_280180298190_517413190_3433672_186650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434648267171785730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damien having his moment with us. Oh the amount of photos us girls took...There were just loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2vK1rqy2wI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-dqAjLtuv4Y/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2vK1rqy2wI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-dqAjLtuv4Y/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434660398956731138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-My Girls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2u_0XJOAAI/AAAAAAAAAp0/oXjGybJ68nI/s1600-h/17071_280219423190_517413190_3433898_4862981_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/S2u_0XJOAAI/AAAAAAAAAp0/oXjGybJ68nI/s320/17071_280219423190_517413190_3433898_4862981_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434648281639419906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The whole troop continued partying the night away at Crown Regency room 1109. Loads of drink, temperamental music from the radio but most importantly, loads of good laugh and great company. Most of our foreign friends were leaving to the airport at this time and it was depressing. Seriously, I would love to turn back time if possible... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6885381281164480907?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6885381281164480907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6885381281164480907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6885381281164480907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6885381281164480907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-am-i-again-oh-yeahdenial.html' title='Where am I again? Oh yeah…DENIAL'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/S2kqYS3yS0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/kvreglqulEQ/s72-c/17071_277698378190_517413190_3422819_8150751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-549940185117973044</id><published>2010-01-08T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:35:15.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Everything is in a mess</title><content type='html'>I am embracing the New Year with fear. There's no point making any resolution knowing that it will not be kept. Also, it hasn't feel like it's a new year. Guess it's the works that are spill over that is making everything hard to even enjoy the new year. There is so much work demand that I don't really know how to cope with. Avoiding it and running away ie: changing a new job especially to a new agency is definitely a no-no. It's just the same shit at different place. Perhaps, the hours and demand would not be as crazy as what I face now but seriously, if given a chance, I will only take on a new offer if it's at a corporate side dealing with online engagement. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend sent over a 2010 horoscope and mine states:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind... Very romantic.. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life.  Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often.  Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party.  Most Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.  Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous.  Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to! 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen when one has a partner but again, it says I should forward it to someone else it'll be 12 years of bad luck. I received numerous of these. Perhaps that's why a guy never came along because to begin with, I never forward these kind of emails. Maybe that's why I am doomed to be single forever. I am admitting this out loud now. I need a partner that can financially support me. I am not asking for a multi-billionaire (see how I am not saying millionaire?), I just need someone that is generous and can cover my commitment. Fine, it's still a lot to ask but a girl can dream can't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the ramble...2010 has not been generous yet. Please make it a good year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-549940185117973044?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/549940185117973044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=549940185117973044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/549940185117973044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/549940185117973044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-is-in-mess.html' title='Everything is in a mess'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5298473667536538450</id><published>2009-12-30T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:51:32.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hips don't lie</title><content type='html'>I think I am putting on weight. Okay fine, I don't think I am putting on weight but I effing grew fat over the past 3 months. I blame it over wedding, Christmas and more weddings...Oh, and alcohol as well. I feel like a bloated fish these past few days and no, it's not time of the month yet. Also, work has not been kind. Who says it slows down toward the end of year are lying. It keeps piling and I am quite annoyed because I don't feel appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get for Christmas? My GM and Account Director each gave me a bottle of Vodka. Guess I am living up my happy theory after all. On a separate post, will write more on Christmas. Running off now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5298473667536538450?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5298473667536538450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5298473667536538450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5298473667536538450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5298473667536538450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/12/hips-dont-lie.html' title='Hips don&apos;t lie'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1889010507023997451</id><published>2009-12-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:17:02.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Taking the next step</title><content type='html'>Let me lead you into a secret, I am finally doing something I have been meaning to do for a long time now. If you have started guessing, it definitely does not involve either weddings or babies but instead…with my parents blessing, I have lodged my Australian Permanent Resident application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s definitely a big leap for me considering I have settle down home for the past few years now. Life is pretty much comfortable at this stage – a good job, a painful mortgage, supportive parents and friends but being me, I crave for something more. Guess it’s true, we always believe that the grass is greener at the other end. I want to know what is there at the other end. Would I succeed? Would I be happier? Would I meet someone? I am leaving it all up to time now. For now, life still goes on as per-usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1889010507023997451?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1889010507023997451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1889010507023997451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1889010507023997451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1889010507023997451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-next-step.html' title='Taking the next step'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6472443226325114199</id><published>2009-12-21T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:18:34.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Was I even in Singapore?</title><content type='html'>Can’t believe how time fly as we get nearer to end of the year. A couple of week ago I had a quick dash into Singapore and was out the next day. Guess only approximately 30 hours was spent and it didn’t even feel like I was in a different country apart from the short flight in and out – and the wrong direction taken on the train/bus. I had David and Pei Chyi (plus muffin) as my travel buddy and it was our first time flying with Fireflyz. I got to say the flight was pretty much a pleasant experienced but the front desk staff needs to learn to smile and come up with more ‘innovative’ response. It’s like they rehearse from a script, regardless if what they say is true or not. Enough of Fireflyz already, now going back to Singapore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short trip was to attend darling Mei Li (@amtaurus) and Lye Keat (@keattie)’s wedding reception at St. Regis – Thanks for inviting us and having us as part of your big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VztNBBTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vVioK-Ekcnw/s1600-h/P1000829.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VztNBBTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vVioK-Ekcnw/s320/P1000829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713592290051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kelly (@tutulee) and me - I kinda think having a short fringe suit me well, makes me look younger somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VzJXfouI/AAAAAAAAAos/WEiWmGJESCE/s1600-h/P1000827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VzJXfouI/AAAAAAAAAos/WEiWmGJESCE/s320/P1000827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713582670324450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I always love wedding, it's one of those time where we catch up with old mates and have laugh over past events - Ling Ling, Pei Chyi and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VywE2HOI/AAAAAAAAAok/zdB8J2_17ik/s1600-h/P1000826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VywE2HOI/AAAAAAAAAok/zdB8J2_17ik/s320/P1000826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713575881219298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looking at this photos it seem as if the dress code to the reception was Black and White. Looks like everyone had an unspoken code of dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VitxsaiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/8QjPdCWcDXU/s1600-h/P1000825.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VitxsaiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/8QjPdCWcDXU/s320/P1000825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713300386114082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The irony of the people in this photo - apart from Angeline, we were all ex-colleagues and we are all no longer attached to the company that we were previously attached to together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-ViRFBxII/AAAAAAAAAoU/oaccD51oulw/s1600-h/P1000821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-ViRFBxII/AAAAAAAAAoU/oaccD51oulw/s320/P1000821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713292682577026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A picture with the bride - Seriously, why am I seated and not the bride? I am still trying to figure out the arrangement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VhzV4uuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ugY1HZeYLmQ/s1600-h/P1000820.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VhzV4uuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ugY1HZeYLmQ/s320/P1000820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713284700224226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mr and Mrs Wang, @peichyi and @blogjunkie&lt;br /&gt;Note: I had been insisting that muffin is a boy (and I want a boy) and it's confirmed, we are having a boy! Okay, fine, they are having a boy but how exciting is that? David and Pei Chyi are now name 'hunting' and Mei Li suggested Jeremiah and I second it with reasoning we could nickname muffin 'Jerry'. Not bad, huh? No, it has nothing to do with my surname. seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VhZAIbEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/S7ica55i65M/s1600-h/P1000813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VhZAIbEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/S7ica55i65M/s320/P1000813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713277629656130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's a wedding without a photo with muffin. Wait, I mean Pei Chyi :) Apparently I am a baby stalker but hey, I only so-called stalk my close friend's babies. There is no harm to that and who doesn't want an aunt to spoil their kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VhGZ0sJI/AAAAAAAAAn8/MFMNfZnqlm8/s1600-h/P1000812.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VhGZ0sJI/AAAAAAAAAn8/MFMNfZnqlm8/s320/P1000812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417713272637141138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did I tell you how fabulous these chocolate were? I didn't but I am not a food blogger so I am not starting now but it is definitely yummy-licious.  I just had to bring it home for Grace and William who couldn't make it attending to Peanut who caught chicken pox. But it's okay. Peanut is all recovered now and we are off to Penang in a few weeks.  I have Peanut as my partner for the trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6472443226325114199?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6472443226325114199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6472443226325114199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6472443226325114199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6472443226325114199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-i-even-in-singapore.html' title='Was I even in Singapore?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-VztNBBTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vVioK-Ekcnw/s72-c/P1000829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5062321504738585505</id><published>2009-12-21T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:59:28.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>November Highlights</title><content type='html'>Highlight of the month -&gt; Mei Li and Lye Keat's wedding. They even had a hashtag so their big day. The irony is, we talked about it for more than a year, we planned the details for more than a year, we made promises we will need to accomplish for more than a year BUT *poke stomach* I still have not loose the weight I said I would for more than a year *Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of eye, the most anticipated day of the year arrived and I dare say, everything went on smoothly and calmly. No stress or tension flew and everyone had a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-U0nqkmFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3Ub4CXBlAXg/s1600-h/P1000793.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-U0nqkmFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3Ub4CXBlAXg/s320/P1000793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712508471646290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you have not realize, I now have fringe. I think I am more Chinese than Eurasion. Like, what's with me and the peace signage? I used to laugh at people who do it but that IS my standard pose in most photos. I like to believe I have issue with my identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T2b3gRGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0Brbf4ecjYw/s1600-h/P1000787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T2b3gRGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0Brbf4ecjYw/s320/P1000787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417711440152773730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My favorite babes, Peanut and her mummy, Grace (@Peanutmomster). Isn't Peanut the most adorable baby. I managed to hijack Peanut upon her arrival carrying her with me around the lounge. Guess who cried when she was passed back to her daddy? It was her...not me&lt;br /&gt;if you were wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...and I was JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T1cw8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/sk4N83LJZS8/s1600-h/P1000783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T1cw8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/sk4N83LJZS8/s320/P1000783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417711423213823810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does Peanut look so happy with Kim Han?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm telling you, Peanut is so going to be a heart breaker. I melt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T1KYQLfI/AAAAAAAAAmc/AMfuaNNOOl8/s1600-h/P1000781.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T1KYQLfI/AAAAAAAAAmc/AMfuaNNOOl8/s320/P1000781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417711418278424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See, she gives a great smile when she is carried by Kim Han. This is really not fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UfzQDA4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/UnnwlQTNb_0/s1600-h/P1000790.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UfzQDA4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/UnnwlQTNb_0/s320/P1000790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712150804366210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...and to prove my point, I think she doesn't take competition too well coz the bride was prettier than her that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-U0T19WcI/AAAAAAAAAns/ayJ6mr8Weq4/s1600-h/P1000797.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-U0T19WcI/AAAAAAAAAns/ayJ6mr8Weq4/s320/P1000797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712503150696898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If Peanut had her moment with Kim Han, so can I! Erm Kim Han, if you are reading this, I have extra chopsticks laying around my house because of our 'future plan'. Call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-Ugqxq3zI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JPLAcz8m5Bk/s1600-h/P1000796.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-Ugqxq3zI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JPLAcz8m5Bk/s320/P1000796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712165709340466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos of the girls - (back) Josie, Ellen, Shin, Ling Ling and Kelly (front) Grace with Peanut and Pei Chyi with muffin in her stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UgIslgHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cp5ndjfkAmQ/s1600-h/P1000792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UgIslgHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cp5ndjfkAmQ/s320/P1000792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712156561211506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mans in the house - Kim Han, David (@blogjunkie) and William (@bigbosswill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UfR9GsEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yz9aiJYDlHs/s1600-h/P1000789.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UfR9GsEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yz9aiJYDlHs/s320/P1000789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712141866545218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The wacky bridal couple with their instant 'church choir'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UfIHROJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cse3St71tfo/s1600-h/P1000788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-UfIHROJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cse3St71tfo/s320/P1000788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417712139224823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mei Li, why don't you have a normal pose as a bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T14wgQzI/AAAAAAAAAm0/L7LOQ0Up_kA/s1600-h/P1000786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T14wgQzI/AAAAAAAAAm0/L7LOQ0Up_kA/s320/P1000786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417711430728172338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mei Li, don't argue with me coz I just prove my earlier point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T1o55h7I/AAAAAAAAAms/PHGa90kbVP8/s1600-h/P1000784.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-T1o55h7I/AAAAAAAAAms/PHGa90kbVP8/s320/P1000784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417711426472609714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shin, Ellen, Ling Ling and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5062321504738585505?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5062321504738585505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5062321504738585505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5062321504738585505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5062321504738585505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/12/november-highlights.html' title='November Highlights'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sy-U0nqkmFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3Ub4CXBlAXg/s72-c/P1000793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6864312655402045731</id><published>2009-11-25T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:19:51.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I have my Sundays back...for now</title><content type='html'>Well if you been following my very quiet blog, you would know that I teach Sunday Schools to a bunch of 14 years old who drives me up the wall. Still, they are a pleasure to be with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SwwFhR6CsDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6JPE8gML-2E/s1600/P1000666.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/_1_040J_WJps/SwwFhR6CsDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6JPE8gML-2E/s320/P1000666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407703321865793586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cupcakes made reflecting the sacraments which I been drilling onto my students head the whole year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Sunday officially mark the last class for the term. Now that I have Sunday free up, my only fear is me heading to malls on pretends of Christmas shopping but in actual fact buying stuff for the house. Can't believe I am so gungho in furnishing now. Last Sunday, I bought plants. Yes me, the girl who hardly water her plants at home is planning to beautify her rock garden. As I am typing this, I am planning a day to get all the weed off my garden.Bah, it's not that fun being domesticated. I should seriously have more single friends who are up and about for some excitement over the weekend. Where are you...friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6864312655402045731?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6864312655402045731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6864312655402045731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6864312655402045731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6864312655402045731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-my-sundays-backfor-now.html' title='I have my Sundays back...for now'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SwwFhR6CsDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6JPE8gML-2E/s72-c/P1000666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1548253482997788785</id><published>2009-11-22T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:20:14.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ultraboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe he's already 3 years old...where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SwlHbr3uMRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RetYpNb-PNE/s1600/P1000708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SwlHbr3uMRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RetYpNb-PNE/s320/P1000708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931368593469714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My nephew - William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother, my cousin told me that he watches too much cartoon. Guess what he did for attention? He stood at one corner posing as superhero Ultraman for 10 minutes - super catatonic I tell you, he did not move and just stood still staring at us. Oh the joy of being a kid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1548253482997788785?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1548253482997788785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1548253482997788785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1548253482997788785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1548253482997788785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultraboy.html' title='Ultraboy'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SwlHbr3uMRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RetYpNb-PNE/s72-c/P1000708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3487418472207243679</id><published>2009-11-12T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:44:46.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>There’s Monday…and Monday</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, Friday is no longer a day I look forward to. How I envy people who post out TGIF messages over tweets and Facebook but me? Friday is the day I am swamped most with work. Maybe that’s why I appreciate weekends by hibernating at home or hanging out at the parents. Oops, did I say that out loud. Goodness, I did. Yes, I have been hanging out with the parents these days over the weekend. The mother needs company now that the brother is away. I think it’s really bias that the brother calls the parents more than he does to me. Come to think of it, he never calls me unless he needs advise on his Digital Marketing class. Lucky him that he has a sister in the industry else he will need to crack his head like the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have been hectic. I don’t know where the whole month of October went. Now I am regretting the last dumpling I ate earlier because I haven’t loss the weight I wanted for Taurus wedding. Also, I suspect my memory span is getting shorter. I hardly remember what I did two days earlier. Every day is seriously a Monday. I feel guilty promising people I’ll get things done clearly when I have no time for anything else. It’s also not helping that I have so many backlogs with work. Well, if you are about to question me on why I am blogging though there is a backlog issue, I’m only human. I seriously need to let the brain not process work from time to time. I been throwing my tiredness into cooking, not helping coz I’ll just end up eating. Bah, if only things are just simple as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little rant here and there, I got a ticket for crossing the red light at 9pm in a quiet area. I swear the cops were just lurking in the corner waiting for their victims. Then, there is also the matter of AirAsia and their crappy system. Oops, did I say that out loud? Well, why offer free tickets when it’s impossible for people to log on anyway? It just doesn’t make sense. Not only that, it get pretty frustrating when you finally made a purchase and you find that it was a double booking. Seriously, what is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually blaming my emo-ness on work. I am tempted to go and get my hair chopped off now. This time, it’s for real. Not little trim here and there. As in off with the whole length. Easy say but I know I am going to dilly dally and ask the whole world about their opinion. Hey, I am a girl after all. I am allowed to contradict. Else, I am not me. Seriously, I don’t know why at this point I am going to defend my job and say that I enjoy it. But I do…what’s wrong with me? Perhaps I just need to start loving Monday...then Monday will be better off, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3487418472207243679?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3487418472207243679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3487418472207243679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3487418472207243679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3487418472207243679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-mondayand-monday.html' title='There’s Monday…and Monday'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1315706494975567739</id><published>2009-10-16T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:41:36.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>October Catch</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick update that things are still crazy as ever and I am finally recovering from Australia (like there is even such a thing - I need a holiday for the holiday taken). Just to highlight my quickie with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tong Lek and Carmen's Wedding at Shangri-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/StgqTFFFhQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9AG1itjpqDo/s1600-h/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/StgqTFFFhQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9AG1itjpqDo/s320/the+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393107061045560578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friends from my one semester at INTI College  - (Front) Lih Wei, Tong Lek and Wendy (Back) me and Pei Chyi&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, when I first started college it was the IT boom era and all parents were pushing their children to that major. Evidently, programming and me could never gel so I left to pursue my choice of study. Yeah, the parents was not happy about it but moving along, nearly a decade after my 'INTI days', I am glad that I am still in touch with some great people that I had an opportunity to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chrisandra from my HELP Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/StgqSvKn8gI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7a6wTQz-bMo/s1600-h/chris+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/StgqSvKn8gI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7a6wTQz-bMo/s320/chris+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393107055163208194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was in HELP (Yeah yeah, I needed help), I volunteered as a Research Assistant with an NGO called PStheChildren. I truly believe in their cause and hope that they are still active today. During my placement, I had an opportunity to travel to Kelantan with 2 other girls, 1 was Chris and boy the havoc we cough up. Can't imagine it's been years since we last met face-to-face but that's the wonder of social networking sites, keeping us connected regardless of wherever we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1315706494975567739?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1315706494975567739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1315706494975567739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1315706494975567739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1315706494975567739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-catch.html' title='October Catch'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/StgqTFFFhQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9AG1itjpqDo/s72-c/the+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6675706168260642754</id><published>2009-10-13T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:37:57.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How to know when it gets a little too much…</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can’t remember what you did yesterday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can’t remember what you need to do next&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember heading in to work on Monday and next, it’s already Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You camp through work on Friday night and don’t even complain about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can’t put in place what’s home and office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Seriously, I am enjoying what I do now. Don’t ask me why but the busier it gets, the happier I feel. Yes, I can do without dealing with the unnecessary, not forgetting more salary would be good. I seriously need to get air-conditioner for the house. It’s getting really warm and dusty these days. Also, I would like to invest more in Mom and Dad. Now that the siblings are all abroad, guess they only have me to ‘entertain’ them. Mom and dad think I’m too stressed up. Trust me, if there is anything to be worried, it would be losing weight the fastest now for Taurus’s wedding.  How? Then I had many months and now it’s crunch time and I haven’t done anything *pokes on stomach repeatedly* How to get rid of my fats? How??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the love of my life, this thing I call my career, I think I am going to be in this industry for quite a bit - unless someone decides to piss me the wrong way. The learning curve is really an exciting one and advancing opportunity is definitely there. If anyone is looking into the advertising line, I personally would recommend joining the digital site. Hey, as long as internet exists, the industry will boom. In fact, it’s thriving. It’s not as big here in South East Asia as yet and frankly, it’s hard to come by people who have passion or interest to grow in the industry. Man, sounds like I am promoting my job all the sudden. I’m not… I just want people to know that yes, I’ve been busy but most importantly I like what I do - even though I’ve threaten to ‘slash my wrist’ if THEY kept being unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t worry…I’m doing just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6675706168260642754?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6675706168260642754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6675706168260642754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6675706168260642754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6675706168260642754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-know-when-it-gets-little-too.html' title='How to know when it gets a little too much…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-9114899479110955131</id><published>2009-10-04T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:04:45.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Protection needed</title><content type='html'>Not the rubber or pill kind of protection, rather the very much talked about INSURANCE. Now, many know of it, many been cold called or pitch about it but how many people actually value the importance? For myself, I started investing on health policy including investment plan and lady illness coverage once I started working. The parents thought that I was crazy being that in certain months, I would need to put away close to one grand on health and life insurance. I know I am at the edge of being extreme but what I have is unfortunately just another basic coverage. At least, basic or no basic I have something to depend on if something unexpected does happen *touch wood*. But what I find shocking is, not many share the same sentiment as I have – which is to have at least basic coverage for unexpected illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have a friend who is only a year older than I am. The person had been in and out the hospital with ‘unexplained’ symptoms. I always assumed the insurance was helping the person to cope with expenses but imagine my surprise when I learn that the person is not covered and has been forking thousands of dollar to cover the medical expenses. In another scenario, a friend recently discovered cyst and the basic policy do not cover the expenses. Now additional cost has to be fork out for the operation. Is this plain ignorant or at this present day, many still think that nothing will ever ‘happen’ to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to lecture but why are people finding it so hard to allocate a couple of hundred bucks aside a month? It’s not that the money invested will no longer be recovered. Treat it as a ‘retirement’ plan. When the policy matures, the money will be returned. I really hope that people do not see insurance as a burden because it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are on this insurance matter, I got to admit that I been ignorant as well when it comes to the parents. I mean, I always assume that the parents are insured for their golden age. My ‘Ah Long’ aka agent been advising me that with the new terms offered, the parents should consider extending their policy maturity to 80 years. The agent has a point, my grandparents have lived pass 70 years old and when they fall ill, a large sum of money needs to be collected. My grandparents are lucky, there is 8 of them sibling. Now, in my family there is only 3 of us and being the eldest, guess who is freaking out. Me, that is. Now going back to the parents, I pretty much freak out learning that the parents do not have a medical card. Life insurance – Yes. Health coverage – No. I’m pretty much running around like a headless chicken trying to get them a policy. I am not trying to say that they have many illnesses but they have hit the age where little problems will start cropping up here and there. And frankly, I don’t blame them for not thinking about themselves. They have been putting every penny they have for us the kids that they totally forgot to protect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, please take some time to consider getting yourself insured if you haven’t. I have an excellent agent who does brilliant client servicing if you need a contact. I am not saying just because the person is a friend but because the agent has never failed to advice for the right policy and recommendation. Also, please check if your loved one are insured. It’s never too late to start investing while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-9114899479110955131?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/9114899479110955131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=9114899479110955131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/9114899479110955131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/9114899479110955131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/10/protection-needed.html' title='Protection needed'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-823174702650360555</id><published>2009-10-02T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:53:37.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Like Finally…</title><content type='html'>Don’t laugh okay…like seriously. *Cough* I finally went up to Genting a couple of weeks ago. I have shared this on my previous post and people found it unbelievable or rather amusing that I never been up there for a break. Yeah, I concluded the parents don’t love me as much as the siblings. Everyone seems to have a story of having their parents bringing them up there for the theme park. Mine? Well, they brought me to Sunway Lagoon…that is like what, 15 minutes drive from home. It doesn’t count, does it? Maybe they couldn’t stand having me in a closed area with them for a long journey being that I will either a. annoy them b. ignore them c. kill them (just kidding…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a close friend decided that he’ll be my first – not in bed, as in companion (not that kind of companion!) – driving buddy (stop thinking so much nonsense) to show me around Genting. Frankly, don’t think I missed out much. If I was in Genting during my younger year, I would have frozen my fats off (hoho…). There wasn’t much to do apart from the casino and theme park. Okay, perhaps the long drive up just for coffee (crazy people and the ‘cold’ weather theory) and chat. I don’t know, it just wasn’t that appealing. Anyway, leaving the rest of the post to the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyU4-z-II/AAAAAAAAAko/HwQvFi1crjE/s1600-h/DSC01341+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyU4-z-II/AAAAAAAAAko/HwQvFi1crjE/s320/DSC01341+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387908601181632642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We pretty much left Subang at an ungodly hour of 7am to drive up to Genting. Not that it was that long of a drive but it's 7 freaking am on a weekend. I should be in bed. The journey was no doubt smooth (no traffic because it a. the weekend b.7am) and all I did was yawn along the way. Half way up, could see the mist descending but weather was cloudy and there was light drizzle.As usual, was under-dressed for the trip.First thing upon arrival - hot latte...thank goodness for Starbucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy2w5DVSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/aqxm72l5Ok0/s1600-h/DSC01344+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy2w5DVSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/aqxm72l5Ok0/s320/DSC01344+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387909183125542178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See, I wasn't lying. that was how strong the mist were that morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy2h0bJmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eC1ZXl7t-3w/s1600-h/DSC01368+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy2h0bJmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eC1ZXl7t-3w/s320/DSC01368+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387909179079599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm cheap - Instead of entering the theme park, I took a shot at the entrance and will forever tell people that I've been there and done it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy2BiaPQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0Y8LRPMs22I/s1600-h/DSC01371+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy2BiaPQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0Y8LRPMs22I/s320/DSC01371+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387909170414107906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at me! I'm tall enough to jump on all rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyWo4Z-UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Bf6_8EzZOQU/s1600-h/DSC01369+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyWo4Z-UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Bf6_8EzZOQU/s320/DSC01369+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387908631219534146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I even had time to run off to the indoor park for more games *wink* It just meant I took more photos to pretend that I was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyWAZneBI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tbD9Yx_bewA/s1600-h/DSC01360+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyWAZneBI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tbD9Yx_bewA/s320/DSC01360+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387908620352976914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, to all my fans out there, this is me walking down Star Walk (only saw posters of artists heading down Malaysia, where are all the stars?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyVx5AGnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/T12UB5TBm70/s1600-h/DSC01357+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyVx5AGnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/T12UB5TBm70/s320/DSC01357+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387908616458082930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just pretend that I was part of BEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyVS_4D9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/hXh_wCZS1Ok/s1600-h/DSC01354+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyVS_4D9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/hXh_wCZS1Ok/s320/DSC01354+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387908608165416914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who says that you need to travel all the way to United States for a shot with the statue of liberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy3RPMmuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5O9YsOxLcYM/s1600-h/DSC01375+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWy3RPMmuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5O9YsOxLcYM/s320/DSC01375+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387909191808359138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is me signing off, saying goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-823174702650360555?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/823174702650360555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=823174702650360555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/823174702650360555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/823174702650360555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-finally.html' title='Like Finally…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWyU4-z-II/AAAAAAAAAko/HwQvFi1crjE/s72-c/DSC01341+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8476529063156163835</id><published>2009-10-02T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:08:35.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How's your Weekend?</title><content type='html'>Ever since returning from my short lil trip from downunder, the weekends were packed with weddings and Raya Open House. Not all pictures are up, too tiring to upload all of them I tell you but to highlight some happy occasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adrian and Amanda's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Golden Dragonboat Restaurant at Kampung Pandan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Miraculously, I am now consider a Sungai Long-ian thought I live at the other end of town just because all my darlings are from there, cheers to us!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwwkXiDCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zYwF2HZnPME/s1600-h/9416_159661092336_526922336_3195517_7602883_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwwkXiDCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zYwF2HZnPME/s320/9416_159661092336_526922336_3195517_7602883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906877661252642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love group picture, don't you? Top left - Cynthia of now P1, Jeremy my future boyfriend, Chris of TGI Kuala Lumpur, Aunty Cynthia my darling, Amanda the sweetheart, Nichol who never remembers me, Tricia who kept snapping my pictures, Tina the baby and Awang - what does Awang do again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwwNujZgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5xQNtHmYfNw/s1600-h/9416_159661032336_526922336_3195507_3531509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwwNujZgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5xQNtHmYfNw/s320/9416_159661032336_526922336_3195507_3531509_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906871583794690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The leopard print and girls in black (Clock Wise) - Dot, me, Cyn Seow, Tricia and Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwvwq94WI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YZBT3Nhumjc/s1600-h/9416_159661007336_526922336_3195503_3246717_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwvwq94WI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YZBT3Nhumjc/s320/9416_159661007336_526922336_3195503_3246717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906863784124770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheers mate and Drink up - The little one has yet another odd expression on his face. Perhaps Victor has smiled for the both of them and if there was an award given out, I think Matthew beats me to lobster of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shahnez's Big Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwM9GzofI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LGKarSxxRvc/s1600-h/7131_1225720755545_1004800331_30729041_4787575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwM9GzofI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LGKarSxxRvc/s320/7131_1225720755545_1004800331_30729041_4787575_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906265826697714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The bride of the day was definitely a radiant one and the decoration preparation was amazing. The family sent up gazebo throughout the street along with chandeliers and fabulous ribbons. Congratulations again babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess who I finally met?&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwMRG0dfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HHXPjbs71Lw/s1600-h/8233_137159373190_517413190_2598428_5457492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwMRG0dfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HHXPjbs71Lw/s320/8233_137159373190_517413190_2598428_5457492_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906254015591922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Visited the Suleimans for Hari Raya open house and finally had the opportunity to visit darling Gabby. The little one is now 3 months and is definitely generous with his smile. Schoo Cuteee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Little Eva is getting more adorable by the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwLwgvvFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gIQMUsB23bQ/s1600-h/6+months+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwLwgvvFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gIQMUsB23bQ/s320/6+months+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906245265964114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peanut is 8 months now and LOOK AT HER!!! I melt whenever I see her and wonder how much longer will she lets me carry her before she starts recognizing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwLiiHq-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AsWBz5rf_lk/s1600-h/6+months+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwLiiHq-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AsWBz5rf_lk/s320/6+months+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906241513630690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wonder what were we looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8476529063156163835?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8476529063156163835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8476529063156163835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8476529063156163835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8476529063156163835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/10/hows-your-weekend.html' title='How&apos;s your Weekend?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SsWwwkXiDCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zYwF2HZnPME/s72-c/9416_159661092336_526922336_3195517_7602883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7217827570666195305</id><published>2009-09-29T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:28:18.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Not that it's a big deal...</title><content type='html'>...But I been featured in September Alumni Newsletter profile write up for Bond Uni -&gt; can you see me blushing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOSEPHINE JEREMIAH PROFILE (ALUM 04)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news from Master of Communication alumnus, Josephine Jeremiah, who has recently been appointed Account Manager at Agenda Solution in Kuala Lumpur, Asia’s leading internet technology and interactive marketing services company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine’s career has gone from strength to strength since she graduated from Bond in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first position straight out of university was with a leading university college where, as a counsellor and trainer, Josephine was wholly responsible for the day-to-day operations of their counselling department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year, she joined a multinational, business-to-business market research organisation as Conference Producer where she coordinated global business conferences and training programs throughout Singapore and Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company quickly promoted Josephine to Senior Conference Producer, focussing on the top industries and government departments in the Indonesian marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new role at Agenda represents a challenging switch from the conference industry to the brave new world of digital advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda has been involved in the interactive industry for ten years and they now boast well over 250 consulting staff, with offices in Beijing, Shanghai, Taipei, Hong Kong and Josephine’s current base, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you somehow think I'm faking it, &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yc9qrky"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-7217827570666195305?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/7217827570666195305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=7217827570666195305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7217827570666195305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7217827570666195305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-that-its-big-deal.html' title='Not that it&apos;s a big deal...'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-549969628012805212</id><published>2009-09-26T13:03:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:47:52.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I’m definitely back…</title><content type='html'>Maybe it’s the festive season that might have cause some people to catch on some sort of short term memory loss but from what I last recalled, I have been back home – Malaysia – for a couple of years now (5 to be exact) and it amazes me when friends still come up and asked if I am back (in Malaysia that is) for a holiday. I definite been here, noticing every wrinkle and white hair growing on me. It’s now a fact that I no longer pass for a 21 year old and qualify for a 32 year old, sad I tell you. Someone in fact mentioned that I can even pass for a 42 year old *2 slaps I shall give*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was back in Downunder for a short trip. Main purpose of heading back on the Gold Coast was of course to attend Mary’s wedding registration. In between, went for a little weekend trip to Sydney to catch up with Vivian and some Uni mates. It was a good trip back and I shall leave you to the pictures, which says more after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gold Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3CprdmfzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/q0IYTNm1OEk/s1600-h/P1060535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3CprdmfzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/q0IYTNm1OEk/s320/P1060535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385674750702288690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mary the bride of the day and me in front of Southport Magistrate Court for the marriage signing. Aunty Alice prepared 3 dresses for her to choose from for the registration. That's Aunty Alice (Mary's mom) at the background. It was a 'blue' color coordinated theme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3Cp5UqhKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/77UzVUi3XpU/s1600-h/P1060538.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3Cp5UqhKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/77UzVUi3XpU/s320/P1060538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385674754422899874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parents of the bride (Aunty Alice and Uncle Francis) and the Groom (Damien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3CqbdS2-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/EVHvcPQHvLo/s1600-h/P1060543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3CqbdS2-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/EVHvcPQHvLo/s320/P1060543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385674763585903586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Collecting the cake from @Sweets - look at all the candies! Thank goodness I'm not much of a sweet-tooth person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2tvXvPGiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/U-cc8oa6QH4/s1600-h/7918_173149286608_715691608_4008512_2843053_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2tvXvPGiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/U-cc8oa6QH4/s320/7918_173149286608_715691608_4008512_2843053_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385651758742575650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A small reception was held in Swinging Safari, that's where the couple first met and guess who was there being the 'lamp post'? Not that I wanted to but I was dragged along. But nice to know that I was there when it all started in the early stages. The bridal couple with Bhavish and me. There will be round 2 - church ceremony and Malaysia reception in January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_B6SDC1I/AAAAAAAAAis/FOmWfQNcpXs/s1600-h/P1060516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_B6SDC1I/AAAAAAAAAis/FOmWfQNcpXs/s320/P1060516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385670768950709074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drove 2.5 hours from Brisbane to have lunch and hang around Byron Bay. Even visited the Tattoo parlor which I had my last tattoo done. Yeap, the shop was still there and still in existent. It's the same artist as well. This is me 'posing' by the bay. My sister said the photo 'showed off the legs'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_BeqRR-I/AAAAAAAAAik/d_GdDKv4o4s/s1600-h/P1060489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_BeqRR-I/AAAAAAAAAik/d_GdDKv4o4s/s320/P1060489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385670761536112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My sister's other 'lame' joke of the day 'Look Che, pineapples on trees'. We are definitely sisters judging from the randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3Co_q0XGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/eyd5M1G8xo0/s1600-h/P1060520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3Co_q0XGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/eyd5M1G8xo0/s320/P1060520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385674738946563170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As we were driving down to Nimbin (One happy town I heard where marijuana is legalize), we randomly stopped the car to take scenic photos. The sister 'nearly' picked up a hiker but imagine if we did, we wouldn't be stopping at random spots, right? That too not rob or killed picking up stranger by the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_A7JW0yI/AAAAAAAAAic/_I1JNR6vGGM/s1600-h/P1060474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_A7JW0yI/AAAAAAAAAic/_I1JNR6vGGM/s320/P1060474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385670752002822946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A visit to the Botanic Garden down the road of  Mt Coot-tha. Actually, it was more of a visit to the carpark of Botanic Garden coz it was already closed...at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_ARaCKpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EMvGAhwlLuw/s1600-h/P1060470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2_ARaCKpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EMvGAhwlLuw/s320/P1060470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385670740798483090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love Spring, I really do. Flowers blooming, birds chirping and dogs going berserk chasing anything that moves...that will be Chica, my sister's puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2-_9U32BI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q0kLD7W8XBc/s1600-h/P1060456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2-_9U32BI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q0kLD7W8XBc/s320/P1060456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385670735408125970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At the peak of Mt Coot-tha, and that is Chica the pup who needs more attention than any baby I seen, seriously. She love licking,playing with water puddle, tailing other dogs, whining when left alone and needs to be touched at all time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2txpQl0VI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4sjbwm2m4XY/s1600-h/P1060455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2txpQl0VI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4sjbwm2m4XY/s320/P1060455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385651797805617490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's Brisbane city behind of me...tiny little dots aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2twwffHdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/N6mnJy8PsRg/s1600-h/P1060380.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2twwffHdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/N6mnJy8PsRg/s320/P1060380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385651782567271890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is my sister, Jolene. Yes, we don't look alike. People often say she looks older than me - she hates it but I love it! This is us by Surfers Paradise. It's Friday so there is usually a flea market by the beach and we are just posing with a random tree coz it looks unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2twercsnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/OR6hxNhQf-Q/s1600-h/P1060347.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2twercsnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/OR6hxNhQf-Q/s320/P1060347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385651777785606770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Studying on the Gold Coast made me realize that there are many things that I hardly took notice of. For example, these stone art by Surfers. It has been there for the longest time and only now I am taking notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2tv8WZ8fI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n6uCVo5K2oM/s1600-h/P1060317.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2tv8WZ8fI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n6uCVo5K2oM/s320/P1060317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385651768570540530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One thing I miss is the 'Iced Coffee' in milk box. If they had this here in Malaysia, I will definitely drink this as a main meal anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pNsHfmaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AThcbXToJdA/s1600-h/opera+house.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pNsHfmaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AThcbXToJdA/s320/opera+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385646782050965922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello everyone, this is me with Sydney Opera House at my back. I walked right up to the top expecting for some 'enlightening' to fall upon me but all I saw was busloads of tourist coming in streams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pNJgSXgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EHgI1UFwddY/s1600-h/Sydney+Harbour+Bridge.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pNJgSXgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EHgI1UFwddY/s320/Sydney+Harbour+Bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385646772759715330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We must never leave out Sydney Harbor Bridge..OooOo, look at how touristy I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oZ5pAw-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/oNavquwSxk0/s1600-h/City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oZ5pAw-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/oNavquwSxk0/s320/City.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385645892328014818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you don't know, those are some of the high rise you will find in Sydney - Chunks of square boxes in rows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pMlkgDWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TkJn1IekLEY/s1600-h/hyde+park1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pMlkgDWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TkJn1IekLEY/s320/hyde+park1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385646763113712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is a park in every city, this goes the same here in Sydney. This here ladies and gentlemen is Hyde park, the closest nature you encounter nearest to city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pManU8kI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gSIrghGESAM/s1600-h/hyde+park.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2pManU8kI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gSIrghGESAM/s320/hyde+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385646760172778050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And in every park, there must be a water fountain so that tourist like me could take photo and pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oZvztgFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FQQlUalTdQk/s1600-h/9416_148157117336_526922336_3070502_820764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oZvztgFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FQQlUalTdQk/s320/9416_148157117336_526922336_3070502_820764_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385645889688535122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Purple flower was definitely an 'in' thing here...and they are gorgeous. I wish Malaysia could have more of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oZP2TJAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jv6k0UWS1wo/s1600-h/Sydney+Olympic+Stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oZP2TJAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jv6k0UWS1wo/s320/Sydney+Olympic+Stadium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385645881109455874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Posing outside of Sydney Olympic park. Told you tourist like me will definitely take photos with background like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oY8Qj29I/AAAAAAAAAgk/kG6GL8ZBBaI/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oY8Qj29I/AAAAAAAAAgk/kG6GL8ZBBaI/s320/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385645875850894290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dessert candle. If I had these, never would I lit it coz it's so beautiful...and it smells good too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oYZAQqHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RiBLg0j4TFE/s1600-h/candle+shop.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2oYZAQqHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RiBLg0j4TFE/s320/candle+shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385645866387286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More candles at my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nH5BpzJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/wXWCwwMrgjc/s1600-h/mango+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nH5BpzJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/wXWCwwMrgjc/s320/mango+beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385644483413658770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We were at the Flea market at The Rock and what better to do on a Sunday morning but to try some Mango beer at Lowenbrau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nHPGs4AI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bCQUhdx1w5E/s1600-h/ME+girls.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nHPGs4AI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bCQUhdx1w5E/s320/ME+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385644472160542722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meet up for dinner with some peeps from marcus evans - Elly, Mathuri and Vivian. We were at Pancakes on The Rocks. Guess those with sweet tooth would definitely love this place...Oh, and that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Cockle Bay Wharf scenic view from Darlington Harbour.Oh again, we are at Darlington Harbour if you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nG25WseI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7vWfBffoX7M/s1600-h/Devil%27s+delight.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nG25WseI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7vWfBffoX7M/s320/Devil%27s+delight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385644465662112226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Devil's Delight - Need I say more? Chocolate Pancake with cream, strawberries, Vanilla ice-cream with chocolate syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nGV_VzTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VAwHt2HBSdE/s1600-h/Pancake+on+the+rock+-+hot+%26+Troppo.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nGV_VzTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VAwHt2HBSdE/s320/Pancake+on+the+rock+-+hot+%26+Troppo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385644456828849458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dessert to highlight at Pancakes on the Rock - Hot &amp;amp; Troppo, Pancake with friend banana, walnuts, cream and cholate ice-cream with chocolate syrup. It's super sinful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nHkflLYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PoS8ZSZAHnE/s1600-h/Cockle+Bay+Whaft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2nHkflLYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PoS8ZSZAHnE/s320/Cockle+Bay+Whaft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385644477902040450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A scenic walk at Cockle Bay Wharf landed me posing with yet another fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k3OQyGHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vt4kwGqOsFg/s1600-h/macaroons.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k3OQyGHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vt4kwGqOsFg/s320/macaroons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385641998033229938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These are macaroons. Not just ANY macaroons, it's by the famous Adriano Zumbo. We had to queue 30 minutes for these little ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k2iKPzlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MhHVCv00oCc/s1600-h/The+Younger+Year.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k2iKPzlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MhHVCv00oCc/s320/The+Younger+Year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385641986194656850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dessert over at Adriano Zumbo Cafe - The Younger Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dessert was inspired by Adriano's memories of being ill as a child and getting carted off to the Emergency ward by his worried mum, only to be diagnosed with having eaten far too many stolen sweets from the shelves of the family's supermarket. Served in a kidney dish, this deliciously decadent chocolate fondant is served hot from the oven with scrumptious peanut butter gelato and an injection of vanilla anglaise and raspberry coulis, finished with a crunchy scattering of salty peanut caramel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k2D1vf8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/mXHq83HtKFI/s1600-h/It%27s+not+a+hamburger%21...it%27s+a+macaron%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k2D1vf8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/mXHq83HtKFI/s320/It%27s+not+a+hamburger%21...it%27s+a+macaron%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385641978055589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More dessert at Adriano Zumbo cafe - It's not a hamburger! ...It's a macaron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Created to mirror the flavours of a banoffee pie, one of Adriano's old school favourites. the "Hamburger" was created in honour of the many customers who commented that Adriano's macarons looked like "tiny little hamburgers". Two giant chocolate macarons filled with dulce de leche gelato and dark chocolate sauce, rested on a bed of banana and caramel rice pudding, finished with a sprinkle of bitter chocolate soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k14aHj-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ecIP1J_4BmU/s1600-h/adriano+zumbo+cafe.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k14aHj-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ecIP1J_4BmU/s320/adriano+zumbo+cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385641974986936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elly lives in Belmont has been a frequent visitor at this little cafe - how I envy. Wish I was just living around the corner of this fabulous cafe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k1XO3QtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U9joP1FAZY8/s1600-h/P1060433.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sr2k1XO3QtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U9joP1FAZY8/s320/P1060433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385641966081360594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ming and Chiu, two great people I knew back from Malaysia and Adelaide who now resides in Sydney. Great Malaccan to just talk crap with the whole day. Oh I miss those days... Chiu been a darling, picking me and sending me to the airport. Where-la to get friends like these now days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So tell me, who wouldn't be in denial after coming back from a trip like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-549969628012805212?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/549969628012805212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=549969628012805212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/549969628012805212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/549969628012805212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-definitely-back.html' title='I’m definitely back…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sr3CprdmfzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/q0IYTNm1OEk/s72-c/P1060535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7426672202342135851</id><published>2009-08-24T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:20:51.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Fine...I know it is getting quiet in here</title><content type='html'>The weekend gave me 2 reasons to be excited:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I finally got hold of of the wedding photographs I attended in Singapore on May 1st.&lt;br /&gt;B. There's finally photos of Dot's surprise birthday party in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fabulously delayed are they...Oh well, sometimes things can just get a  wee bit hectic. We 'take it and go' - too much influence from Russel Peter's stand up comedy so if you don't get it, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alphonso and Adelina's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Adel since secondary school one and she is a 'dah-ling' ever so friendly. *Takes tissue and wipe tears* Oh, the amount of pranks we had up our sleeves then...Looking back those years, it's amazing that how time flies. I missed her the most when she moved back to Singapore. Sweet memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsPioAYQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t_GgZG-Y-UE/s1600-h/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28101%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsPioAYQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t_GgZG-Y-UE/s320/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28101%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373405950910685442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Church Ceremony: The wedding couple with the Seafield-ians&lt;br /&gt;(Ashley, Jen Fi &amp;amp; partner, Adam and Jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsN9qDhjI/AAAAAAAAAds/cKflwzcOKRc/s1600-h/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%2896%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsN9qDhjI/AAAAAAAAAds/cKflwzcOKRc/s320/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%2896%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373405923807299122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adelina and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsPL_EYhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MGa897IfNNs/s1600-h/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28136%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsPL_EYhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MGa897IfNNs/s320/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28136%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373405944833401362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinner reception: Baby Ash and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsOnmVKrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0ICzuzLTqW4/s1600-h/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28154%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsOnmVKrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0ICzuzLTqW4/s320/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28154%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373405935065967282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wedding reception with the boys and partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsOdgE71I/AAAAAAAAAd0/IBcty6O1FBc/s1600-h/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28143%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsOdgE71I/AAAAAAAAAd0/IBcty6O1FBc/s320/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28143%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373405932355383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was meant to be my Facebook profile picture then but sigh...guess we'll just show it here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darling AmanDOT gets old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eric threw a surprise party for the birthday girl at Redbox, The Curve. How sweet right? Wished I myself have a partner for surprise birthdays and parties. When are my friends ever going to throw me one *Hint hint hint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda being Dot did what she did best *drumroll...making a grand entrance but at least she was truly surprised.In the past someone would have give away and she would have figured out the party and it becomes so 'predictable'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvjv0bd6I/AAAAAAAAAek/OB5Cd1Pe5mM/s1600-h/Dot%27s+Birthday+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvjv0bd6I/AAAAAAAAAek/OB5Cd1Pe5mM/s320/Dot%27s+Birthday+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373409596584720290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amanda and her 'surprised' entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvi2JuswI/AAAAAAAAAec/9KLWbDIWz3M/s1600-h/Dot%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvi2JuswI/AAAAAAAAAec/9KLWbDIWz3M/s320/Dot%27s+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373409581104804610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mic hoggers - Katleen, me and Cynthia Seow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvircEVdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/M4pxRdDutq0/s1600-h/Dot%27s+Birthday+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvircEVdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/M4pxRdDutq0/s320/Dot%27s+Birthday+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373409578228930002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The girlfriends - Yuen Lai, Kat, Dot and Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvj3pzMHI/AAAAAAAAAes/gFTXKJ616n4/s1600-h/Dot%27s+Birthday+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIvj3pzMHI/AAAAAAAAAes/gFTXKJ616n4/s320/Dot%27s+Birthday+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373409598687621234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Cough Yes, yes...Facebook profile picture...hohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-7426672202342135851?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/7426672202342135851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=7426672202342135851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7426672202342135851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7426672202342135851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/08/finei-know-it-is-getting-quiet-in-here.html' title='Fine...I know it is getting quiet in here'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SpIsPioAYQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t_GgZG-Y-UE/s72-c/Adel%27s+Wedding_Ashley+%28101%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-4932444329984196279</id><published>2009-08-02T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:02:04.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Is this place abandon or what?</title><content type='html'>With my faithful twitterfox installed on Mozilla, I seem to have said everything I needed in my 140 word twitter box. It's feels easier, twitting more and writing less in here. Just read over tweet that with friends now all signed up on twitter, it feels as if twitter has evolve into IRC 2.0. I can't deny that... instead of having gchat or IM with @peichyi @peanutmomster &amp;amp; @amtaurus these days, I am twitting them all day long. I have even changed their nicks to twitter ID. How insane is that? If you haven't hop on the bandwagon, perhaps this is time to check out the big hype of twitter. Add me for more drama-ness on tweet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you heard of my theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's called the 3 friends theory.  When it comes to meeting acquaintances I tend to to grow on the people easily - that too depending on situation as I can be rather anti-social on some occasion. And with the many people I call friends, there are only selected few that I open up to allowing them to be a part of my life. Saying so, I notice that as I move into the different phase in life, I unconsciously pick and select my close knit of friends who are my pillars of support. That too, they come in groups of three. They are the people I trust and ran to whenever I need a listening ear. How odd is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My HELP angels who have my back till today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWky4R1aFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3gor75Pm0MQ/s1600-h/Students+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWky4R1aFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3gor75Pm0MQ/s320/Students+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365375725089417298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My HELP Institute Days with the angels - Mary, Cynthia and Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWkzdA62LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xSzRuDLLCkg/s1600-h/my+best+frens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWkzdA62LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xSzRuDLLCkg/s320/my+best+frens.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365375734950582450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Memoirs of Adelaide Airport - Look at us then...Bianca and Mary are getting married next year while Cynthia just tied the knot. Oh how time pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWkz5i31MI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xhC0UcGwROA/s1600-h/rajan%27s+place.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/_1_040J_WJps/SnWkz5i31MI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xhC0UcGwROA/s320/rajan%27s+place.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365375742609183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rajan and his angels - The big brothers who was on the look out for us in Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My support circle when I first moved home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWky4QZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0YKFyDvI9TM/s1600-h/DSC08156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWky4QZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0YKFyDvI9TM/s320/DSC08156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365375725083416194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amanda, me, Cynthia and Crystal who was on the phone all the way in Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWkzM1rDMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EfU6lFUmIfM/s1600-h/15970172441629l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWkzM1rDMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EfU6lFUmIfM/s320/15970172441629l%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365375730608442562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The noisy clan of Kuala Lumpur -  Cynthia, Crystal and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life works mysteriously like that. On daily basis, I now rely on @peanutmomster @amtaurus &amp;amp; @peichyi to keep me sane at work. I ran by them whenever I need to rant or bitch. I appreciate their patient with my whining and for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note, never post photo coz their photos are all over this blog anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really appreciate all my three friends out there. I heart you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iPhone QuadCamera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up and when I earn loads of money, I will get an iPhone installing my must-have application - the the multi-shot camera that really brought out the kid in me. The quality is not too great but it is the joy of posing that unites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWXOgsj3oI/AAAAAAAAAco/hvCmmhHaL9Q/s1600-h/6736_227884735461_878365461_7932307_8299197_n.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/_1_040J_WJps/SnWXOgsj3oI/AAAAAAAAAco/hvCmmhHaL9Q/s320/6736_227884735461_878365461_7932307_8299197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365360806632611458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ms Sensible, Emo King and Drama Princess UNITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWXOnhuhNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VymkY-ZxsAE/s1600-h/6736_227106970461_878365461_7915860_3736315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWXOnhuhNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VymkY-ZxsAE/s320/6736_227106970461_878365461_7915860_3736315_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365360808466220242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama Princess with her wannabe Asian pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWcklQboI/AAAAAAAAAcY/duDqdh-Ovd8/s1600-h/6736_222215940461_878365461_7797105_1437631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWcklQboI/AAAAAAAAAcY/duDqdh-Ovd8/s320/6736_222215940461_878365461_7797105_1437631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365359948682260098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The poser trio - Black and Whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWccNUhaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/E7DZWdivMkM/s1600-h/6736_222215935461_878365461_7797104_6875743_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWccNUhaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/E7DZWdivMkM/s320/6736_222215935461_878365461_7797104_6875743_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365359946434381218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The REALLY crazy ones cam-whoring to their glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWcMDJg2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2UnL4KhA6Lg/s1600-h/6736_222215925461_878365461_7797102_6855303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWcMDJg2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2UnL4KhA6Lg/s320/6736_222215925461_878365461_7797102_6855303_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365359942096749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder who this is...looking familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWbwgBZ6I/AAAAAAAAAcA/zL1rm4PRcTc/s1600-h/5210_105843417405_579682405_2274564_758545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWbwgBZ6I/AAAAAAAAAcA/zL1rm4PRcTc/s320/5210_105843417405_579682405_2274564_758545_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365359934701660066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama Princess Birthday lunch at Bostan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWbnpElaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pYJhJ6oOONk/s1600-h/5210_105843107405_579682405_2274552_1693335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWWbnpElaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pYJhJ6oOONk/s320/5210_105843107405_579682405_2274552_1693335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365359932323698082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More shots from drama princess's birthday lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-4932444329984196279?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/4932444329984196279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=4932444329984196279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4932444329984196279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4932444329984196279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-place-abandon-or-what.html' title='Is this place abandon or what?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SnWky4R1aFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3gor75Pm0MQ/s72-c/Students+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-4748223087085585451</id><published>2009-07-08T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:35:49.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>...and Time goes by</title><content type='html'>Can’t believe first half of the year had passed in a blink of an eye. How times flies when we are not taking note of it. I don’t know if it was procrastination or lack of time but I wished I could have done more, making things more significant. However, it’s nothing but a wish and I need to come back to mother earth and face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest highlight the past few months would definitely the arrival of Eva the Peanut who puts a smile on everyone’s face. Just looking at her picture alone is a de-stressing method (which I highly recommend). I doubt this is motherhood calling because I don’t hear any clock ticking right now. I am comforting myself saying that it’s the age catching up. I now have more patient and affection for kids. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s a single thing – if you can’t have your own kid, give affection to kids belonging to other. I think might end up being the distant aunty who spoils children with gifts if I am not too busy playing working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work, I think I am not doing too bad being a rookie at work. There are the usual ups and downs but what is ever new. *Yawn, with faces coming and leaving, I am not too worries because that’s just how the cycle work. I have to admit, I am coping rather well after Mr Wang decided to venture into being his own boss - quite shocking actually because I learnt to depend a lot on him. It’s now time for me to flap my own wings and fly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I am content with what I have today - a roof over my head, a love/hate family relationship, friends who are supportive, career opportunity…what more would a girl ask for? *Cough – a lot actually but let’s just be thankful for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SlRvFN5NLrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gHWtOy-Lk3I/s1600-h/3233691372_dd431745f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SlRvFN5NLrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gHWtOy-Lk3I/s320/3233691372_dd431745f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356027992269991602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bye-bye Blogjunkie, run while you can and thank you for entertaining my drama-ness. I thought I have mellow down from being 'loud' but apparently, it is still in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SlRvEpjoofI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rl8hNuHtDKc/s1600-h/DSC08380.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/_1_040J_WJps/SlRvEpjoofI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rl8hNuHtDKc/s320/DSC08380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356027982515839474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just wanted you to remember that now that you are gone, I have more Happy Juice stashed for myself. If you ever miss it, you are always welcome to drop by my place, neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-4748223087085585451?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/4748223087085585451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=4748223087085585451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4748223087085585451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4748223087085585451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-time-goes-by.html' title='...and Time goes by'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SlRvFN5NLrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gHWtOy-Lk3I/s72-c/3233691372_dd431745f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3370289065556081342</id><published>2009-06-30T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:29:42.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stalking mission failed</title><content type='html'>Well, only reason why it failed because nothing was done after all the stalking effort has been done. In addition to that, Josie really not shy-lo -&gt;She announce it to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her 3 online friends @aprilmeijune @gracekonks @peichyi (who is way too busy Restaurant City and loss the plot to one of the bigger highlight of Josie’s life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her colleagues – now most of the people in the office knows (One idiot walks around happily announcing the name to everyone). Surprisingly many had got their first guess righ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her blog – where random people read. Aiyor, having a crush should be a personal thing but no…Josie had to share for support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;How? I need next steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to clarify, I am REALLY shy in terms of doing ‘personal things’ for myself. Seriously, that is why I am like the world most single person ever coz I am shy like that (Slap me all you want @aprilmeijune coz beneath the fabulous person in me *cough* there is a timid mouse hiding). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since practically the whole world know who am I into, can you people please go make friend with my stalkee and  DISCREETLY/SUBTLELY introduce me to the person (@cynthiaseow, not you coz you will never work the discreet and subtle mechanics right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, notice how everyone is now is in twitter and I am addressing them with their tweet nick? Perhaps now I too shall start announcing new entry on my twitter account – right, that will be a little too much. Now back to stalking I guess…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3370289065556081342?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3370289065556081342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3370289065556081342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3370289065556081342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3370289065556081342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/06/stalking-mission-failed.html' title='Stalking mission failed'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-4537670508075415909</id><published>2009-06-26T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:38:21.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I don’t know what I’m thinking about</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate commercialize celebration, I feel guilty not doing something about it. So, the family went for Japanese dinner for Father’s Day. Thank goodness there was none of the usual heated petty disagreement, trust me; there is loads of it usually. The conversation of the night was a little heavy *whisper softly - my cousin is getting a divorce and is leaving her child with her ex-husband to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, being that it was Father’s Day the restaurant was really busy and the service was exceptionally slow - I had to listen to TheParent dissecting the cousin’s relationship. In addition to that, I am the chosen one to ‘talk’ sense into my cousin since we been close since childhood. *Right, wise choice asking the single person to talk the marriage lingo. It’s not that I am selfish but I am in no position to be the mediator in this situation. I really do care for my cousin but marriage is between two parties and there is no point enforcing ‘help’ when it is not asked for.  All I can offer is my support - a listening ear and not judge whatever choice has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though divorce is now no longer a taboo in our society but it is disturbing to know that people are using it as an easy way out of a commitment. I was listening to the radio the other day and surprise surprise, the topic was on divorce. People are saying that it is better to separate when ‘love’ wears off but the interesting thing is, people from the older generation generally shared that if there is a conflict, they will work it through to make the relationship work. Yes there may be loveless marriage, abusive marriage and neglected marriage but many stayed because it was the CHOICE they made and they stayed mainly for their children. Now, this is the ‘typical’ mindset then. These days, the younger generation seem to ‘embrace’ divorce and it is so much easier for them to leave a marriage commitment on the stand that they are no longer happy. For couples with children, it is claimed that they felt that it is healthier to separate and pursue their happiness so that the children do not see the ‘miserable’ relationship. My concern is, what about the children. Yes they somehow cope but with both sets of parents apart how do they assert their responsibility? It’s just something that is disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not saying that my parents had the best marriage. Like any relationship they had their up and down and though I wished I didn’t most time need to witness their argument but somehow, it is amazing how they stuck through each challenge. They believe that ‘arguments’ are ‘healthy’ and that is what that strengthen a relationship. So, what is happening to our generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I am not the most religious person one can find but I do stand by my belief. From the point of my religion, marriage is sacred. Divorce is only acceptable in a case of marriage breakdown after the church intervention but remarriage is not allowed. Now do you see why I find it even harder to be in a relationship because I really do not want to see marriage as a compromise between two individual. If only partners can just accept each individual difference, wouldn’t that make life easy? Of course, easy said than being done and I do sound like I am being demanding again. If I do ever commit in a relationship, I want it to be real. Now back to the basic question – when you going to go find yourself a nice man Josie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-4537670508075415909?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/4537670508075415909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=4537670508075415909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4537670508075415909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4537670508075415909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-what-im-thinking-about.html' title='I don’t know what I’m thinking about'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6235348951875879462</id><published>2009-06-24T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:53:38.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How time flies</title><content type='html'>I’ve been staring at the little diva’s photos the past few days on the pretence of de-stressing. Why I say pretence is because the only thing that is annoying me now is this one particular campaign but that’s work. At least there is something for me to worry over and each time something crops up, I’ll open the Eva folder and stare at &lt;a href="http://evathepeanut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peanut&lt;/a&gt; who never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just so tiny then. Now, she is a crying mafia who is more of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXNv2E0I/AAAAAAAAAak/yCF4B123rME/s1600-h/n526922336_2058682_1577432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXNv2E0I/AAAAAAAAAak/yCF4B123rME/s320/n526922336_2058682_1577432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825412445737794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peanut and me when she was 1 day old - see how tiny she was then...a little baby bundled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXDOrJZI/AAAAAAAAAas/xl4hPzS1Rtk/s1600-h/DSC08576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXDOrJZI/AAAAAAAAAas/xl4hPzS1Rtk/s320/DSC08576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825409622254994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peanut at 1 month old - She was smiling in her sleep. With the ruckus we made, she went on sleeping peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Sunday, guess who made a grand guest appearance at the residence of Drama Princee (*Go on, guess on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXRReWkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zPhnA6C6DIY/s1600-h/IMG_8595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXRReWkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zPhnA6C6DIY/s320/IMG_8595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825413392095810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello eveybody, my name is Eva. My mommy call me Peanut aka Ah Pui. Princess Josie *Cough Cough* calls me little diva because I have mastered the skill of smilling and posing when my mommy calls my name to take my picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXkjlFsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Za1-ZDsZUQo/s1600-h/IMG_8601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXkjlFsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Za1-ZDsZUQo/s320/IMG_8601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825418568308418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look how my little Diva grew. She is now 3.5 months, with bright wide curious eye and way more active to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXx2fpYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QcGDke9mTxA/s1600-h/IMG_8613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXx2fpYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QcGDke9mTxA/s320/IMG_8613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825422137304450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mommy, why is Josie still carrying me? She's talking about kidnaping me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzfXyde8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/rJJBRbQzWLQ/s1600-h/IMG_8619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzfXyde8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/rJJBRbQzWLQ/s320/IMG_8619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825552580017090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peanut and I taking some air - Fine, she started crying and we needed distraction and the garden we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzfta_TDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SfakkCGDMhQ/s1600-h/IMG_8621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzfta_TDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SfakkCGDMhQ/s320/IMG_8621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825558387149874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Loving the moment while it last. One day, Peanut is going to start recognizing people soon and she will no longer allow any random people to carry her. Giving loads of hugs while I can. *Mommy Peanut, the babysitting offer is still open*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6235348951875879462?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6235348951875879462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6235348951875879462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6235348951875879462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6235348951875879462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SkHzXNv2E0I/AAAAAAAAAak/yCF4B123rME/s72-c/n526922336_2058682_1577432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6101106512079520380</id><published>2009-06-17T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:48:10.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Introducing ‘Fatty’ the unspoken hidden personality</title><content type='html'>The past 2 weeks, I have finally unleashed Fatty and have been speaking openly about it as a third person. So yeah, people been saying that it is ‘not nice’ to keep bringing fatty into conversation but there is a fatty in everyone that succumb to temptations, especially in the context of not having resistant to oh-glorious-food…*Yum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how fatty had manage to glutton the amount of junk – chocolates, chocolate cake, chocolate ice-cream, chocolate biscuit and what not (notice the chocolate similarity?) – that are not usually fancied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, fatty is now acknowledging that there is an issue and it is time overcome it. Wish fatty luck then! Don't fret if fatty makes an appearance every now and then. It only shows fatty is normal after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6101106512079520380?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6101106512079520380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6101106512079520380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6101106512079520380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6101106512079520380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-fatty-unspoken-hidden.html' title='Introducing ‘Fatty’ the unspoken hidden personality'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3194288104123556055</id><published>2009-06-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:08:17.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>You know you messed up when…</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mom adds you on Instant Messenger to only say ‘Hi, how are you?’ though you live only 15 minutes apart - driving distant &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mom calls to only say ‘Hello’ for you to reply ‘Ok’ and then having her hang up – She only wants to hear your voice and see if you are still around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You return to the family home without actually stepping foot into the house just because you don’t know how to communicate with your family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never initiate to drop by your family home when you are passing through though you have no plans lined up throughout the day/night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t know the family home phone number yet never bothered to ask for it and never offered to give them yours for emergency purposes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your brother is extra nice to you because he only sees you as a walking money machine giving in to his demand – you know yet allow him to climb over your head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You forget every now and then that you have a sister and put her behind your mind till her name is brought up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You see it as a responsibility to be extra nice to your family just to bury your guilt for not taking the extra effort to keep in touch as compared to all the other days when you were ‘not nice’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3194288104123556055?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3194288104123556055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3194288104123556055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3194288104123556055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3194288104123556055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-you-messed-up-when.html' title='You know you messed up when…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7712048726203525527</id><published>2009-06-02T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:46:52.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Snip Away</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to work on Monday morning, I had a sudden urge to get a haircut. Not any trim to snip off the dry end, but more like the butcher kind to get a drastic change. I had been so adamant about it I had bug Taurus, Peanut’s Mom and Mrs Wang for moral support. With their blessing, I consulted a couple of stylist, which gave me the same verdict – keep the length long and perm it later. Like err…hello, I been having the same hair style the past two years and it has always been perm. On top of that, the length now reaches the back of my bra stripe. I am getting annoyed maintaining it already with hair dropping off after every shower. The weather been insane as well the past month and the heat is getting to me. To cut the story short, instead of an adventurous bob cut or asymmetrical trend people been getting these days (apparent short style is the new thing), Evelyn – my hair stylist recommended by Mrs Wang – decided to give me a shoulder length cut with more layers to create the ‘messy’ look. Frankly, I don’t see any different – do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIsNlxRuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yOTOn4Oy60M/s1600-h/DSC08673.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/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIsNlxRuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yOTOn4Oy60M/s320/DSC08673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756457344485090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIsNpjBHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/R03Y9Ulp7fQ/s1600-h/DSC08672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIsNpjBHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/R03Y9Ulp7fQ/s320/DSC08672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756457360327794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check out my hidden piercing, like wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIr1eX0EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0NYr-eYo-f8/s1600-h/DSC08671.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/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIr1eX0EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0NYr-eYo-f8/s320/DSC08671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756450871005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peace yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIr8i_BFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/I42hUQ0loZE/s1600-h/DSC08670.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/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIr8i_BFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/I42hUQ0loZE/s320/DSC08670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756452769399890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm lame like that, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIrgIo7xI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Cqyf_0BOSQI/s1600-h/DSC08668.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/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIrgIo7xI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Cqyf_0BOSQI/s320/DSC08668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756445142707986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you spot any difference? I haven't, sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-7712048726203525527?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/7712048726203525527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=7712048726203525527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7712048726203525527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7712048726203525527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/06/snip-away.html' title='Snip Away'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SiVIsNlxRuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yOTOn4Oy60M/s72-c/DSC08673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6131350853503980746</id><published>2009-05-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:47:49.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Where are you weekend? It’s me Josie…</title><content type='html'>Fine, it’s just another random title but you got to say it is a tickle. One of my colleagues inspired me after reading the person’s status update the past week (to me it’s hilarious), which were:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where are you vodka? It’s me xxx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where are you salary? It’s me xxx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sorry, can’t disclose name. All I can say is that the colleague is quite emo - that’s a hint if you are figuring who is the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can’t believe yet another weekend has come and ended. How time flies…my procrastination is not helping either. I haven’t check on some work stuff and been online practically doing nothing the whole time. Fail I tell you. WHY! Perhaps my title should be ‘Where are you determination? It’s me Josie’. Then perhaps some enlightenment might just fall on me to start the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part-time live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what! I have a ‘temporary housemate’. Bet you are frowning now wondering what I am implying. Well, my housemate needed a place to put up for 2 weeks while HE is arranging HIS houseman-ship. Uh-huh, you got that right, I have an unknown male in my house. On top of that, he is a doctor-to-be. Before you start imagining things (such as Taurus making him sound like a serial killer or something), doctor-to-be is actually seeing one of my girlfriend from high school. So I’ll be fine. It feels nice to have someone else living here apart from Bubu the tortoise. Doctor-to-be will be leaving end of this week, how time flies. I am actually more conscious living with someone else at home, I am more motivated to do stuff apart from wasting my life away locked in the four walls…I should consider getting housemate *cough* and extra money will be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter Craze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise… twitting has become a fad now. Can’t believe Peanut’s Mom and Taurus are now actually using it – shocking I tell you. Wonder if Peanut’s Mom will influence BigBoss to be part of this new social network craze after the Facebook incident. Anyway, I remembered showing Taurus my TwitterFox some 8 months ago which she gave it a pass then. Now, Taurus is ACTIVE on it. @aprilmeijune I still can’t decide if I am ready to have my hair chopped off…need more moral support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk a jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to contradict a little here. Yes, I had a lot to do and procrastinated the whole week but yet – I manage to pull myself for a jog because…I WAS TOO BORED! I mean, I could have check on work, clean the house, give my car a long deserve wash and vacuum or something but instead, I choose to sweat and impose more pain to the muscle. And yes, I cheated. I didn’t jog the whole journey. It was more like – jog, walk, stretch, and more jog and walk…the process continues. It’s all in the mind; I am telling myself this is a good start of leading a healthier life. Next step – eat healthier. Need to read up food type to consume base on blood category. Apparently it’s a way to monitor your diet. Let me go try and see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weekend is now telling me ‘I’m leaving you in 10 minutes Josie’ while weekday is preparing to tell me ‘Hi Josie, it’s me – weekday’. All I have to say is ‘I’m not ready for you weekday! Come back weekend’. God I need help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6131350853503980746?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6131350853503980746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6131350853503980746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6131350853503980746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6131350853503980746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you-weekend-its-me-josie.html' title='Where are you weekend? It’s me Josie…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6180206142904889714</id><published>2009-05-28T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:57:32.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Feeling Guilty</title><content type='html'>Ever had the nagging feeling that you needed to do something urgent but you always let it slip off your mind? Well, I always had that nagging feeling which I conveniently overlook and forget - not very good and need to start being smarter on it but I can’t help it. For instance:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going on a Healthy Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to live healthier but there are so many temptations - I always believe there is another day to start whatever regime that I have in mind. Yeah, procrastination is great. I am still eating the same garbage, consuming unnecessary nicotine/caffeine and there is always reason why I am not starting ‘the’ exercise today – I been saying that I will wake early for a jog but that never did happen or when I do bring myself out for some sport, eg: badminton earlier today, I guess I put back on double the calories I burnt by visiting the neighbor friendly mamak and pig out *fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making more Initiative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer in projects that will be self-fulfilling. I believe that life is not just about us, it is about the community but I think my first step is to spend more time with my family before reaching out to others. I guess I can be selfish like that because I personally feel that it is easier to please a stranger than the ones who are close to you as they have higher expectation from you. Scary but true. In the same time, talking about helping the community, church for instance – there are too many politics going on that makes you not bothered to help. I know I know…it’s not about what people think of you but how you are spreading god’s work but I hate to meddle with unnecessary fluff. Then, there are the non-profit volunteer works that I very much would like to be involved but never ‘understood’ the whole fundraising theory where certain percentage goes to the organization and not the needy. Odd isn’t it? No wonder people ie those like me hesitate to donate the first place. I make simple things sound complicated, don’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prompt Giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charge as guilty – I am one of those who buy stuff for friends but never come about to giving it to them. I don’t know why. I see them in between so many occasions but I will leave gift pilling up as if I am waiting for something to happen. I just can never explain this theory. It’s like an oddness that sticks to me. I know I owe gift to many people. Sigh, move it Josie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Season Greetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is much delayed in me. I start feeling the Christmas spirit in July but once comes December; the thrill of it fades away. Also, I wish people Happy Chinese New Year all year round hoping for red packet throughout the year. Weird I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing my dear friend Grace Kon, mother to Eva aka Peanut aka Diva aka Ah Pui aka what not a HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one whole freaking week, the guilt finally came through. You see, I wanted to wish Grace on the very day itself but *cough* procrastination was great, I ended up doing many unproductive stuff and conveniently forgotten to wish darling Gracey until the following Monday. I know, what kind a friend I am right? I am so sorry. My bad. What was I thinking about right? I should just slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sh3u5ofwu-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/8ufBYbg_sdA/s1600-h/DSC06421.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sh3u5ofwu-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/8ufBYbg_sdA/s320/DSC06421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340687407021865954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grace on her Hen's night at Laundry, The Curve. It feels as if it was ages ago now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6180206142904889714?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6180206142904889714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6180206142904889714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6180206142904889714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6180206142904889714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-guilty.html' title='Feeling Guilty'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sh3u5ofwu-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/8ufBYbg_sdA/s72-c/DSC06421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1052639558050744165</id><published>2009-05-20T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:55:56.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Should have known better and checked</title><content type='html'>Some abdominal pain had brought me to the clinics 2 weeks ago. I had specifically informed the doctor that I was allergic to Aspirin and the doctor prescribed Ibuprofen for the symptoms. Feeling much better later the day, I left the pills aside not thinking much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, had another attack of abdominal pain and was comforted after popping in one of the Ibuprofen pills. Bad decision… I felt the eye itch. That got me alarmed coz I have in the past had allergic reaction to medication and knew that the itch can only lead to my eye swelling. Checked with my colleague, apparently my eye was fine but true enough, after a couple of minute, the eye did in fact swell…sigh, when will I learn to listen to my instinct? Rush off to the doctor, got the anti-histamine pills prescription and being the model employee I was, I headed back the office with my sexy new look, had some bite, pop in my medication, left for home and passed out instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes were still swollen this morning and I took another round of medication after breakfast. Guess what’s happening now? I am high… Why didn’t the doctor inform me that it was drowsy pills? Why didn’t he give me a day off? WHY? Why am I so trusting, popping in medication without checking what was I putting in my body. Also, I work and research online, why didn’t I just Google out my prescription? Arghhh…happily feeling all stoned now. The feeling is not too bad, I feel calm and slow. Lesson of the day – check medication prescribe and not simply pop pills into your body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1052639558050744165?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1052639558050744165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1052639558050744165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1052639558050744165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1052639558050744165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-have-known-better-and-checked.html' title='Should have known better and checked'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-917763043325531172</id><published>2009-05-13T18:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:09:13.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Effect of too much time on hand</title><content type='html'>It’s not that I have nothing to do, it’s more like my work load has been lighter and I have been having some extra time in between to do a little more surfing…airline surfing that is, and it is something that one should not be doing especially if one is trying to save money. Sigh, I will just NEVER learn will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had been contemplating if I should head back to the Gold Coast. This been going on for 2 months now and it’s troubling me because like any cost conscious person, I want the best deal there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main motive of returning is because my very close friend is having her wedding registration, and I want to be there of course. And if you notice I stated ‘returning’ is because I studied at Bond and Gold Coast had been my temporary hometown 5 years ago. So, another reason of returning is to walk down memory lane and catch up with old memory. Gosh how time flies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrJIwh32eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uo4hV3ADk50/s1600-h/S2010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrJIwh32eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uo4hV3ADk50/s320/S2010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335297860876884450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess who's getting married? Obviously not me...so take another wild guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrLmbjZubI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MXR-AH_QQJU/s1600-h/JosieAustralia+%2862%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrLmbjZubI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MXR-AH_QQJU/s320/JosieAustralia+%2862%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300569665485234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going back to Bond Uni - crossing fingers that it has changed at least a lil more. I heard they closed the pub though :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The stairs behind of me is where we used to chill out with with friends -gossiping, revision, meeting, smoking (you get the picture) and it overlook the canal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrLmjBe1SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CG9cLFwt5LE/s1600-h/Mary%27s+award+day+%282%29.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/_1_040J_WJps/SgrLmjBe1SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CG9cLFwt5LE/s320/Mary%27s+award+day+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300571670697250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the hostels facing the canal. *Cough* There were cleaners who came every week for housekeeping, how spoilt were 'some people'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrLmoPAj2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/uMxpAyYTXm4/s1600-h/Mary%27s+award+day+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrLmoPAj2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/uMxpAyYTXm4/s320/Mary%27s+award+day+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300573069610850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is uni facing the canal. It was once claimed that a student  fell in the canal and got bitten by a shark  (don't ask me how the student fell, should be a drunk case I bet). Apparently, the shark got trapped due to the high tide. During my time, some champion decided to start a 'Shark Fishing Competition' and many participated for the heck of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where will I NOT be going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrQQttl-kI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PXh5rSOwD-8/s1600-h/S2010041.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/_1_040J_WJps/SgrQQttl-kI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PXh5rSOwD-8/s320/S2010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335305694141086274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SeaWorld - because it has had the same act from before and you can pretty much predict the next scene. It doesn't help that I had a annual pass then and visited numerous time whenever there were guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrQQtj3w3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DnWP5xLUhL8/s1600-h/S2010007.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/_1_040J_WJps/SgrQQtj3w3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DnWP5xLUhL8/s320/S2010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335305694100308850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Also,  Pink Pink is no longer there and is all the way back in China - he was my favorite (Don't tell anyone I practice favoritism) . Now all that is left is my Pengu named after Pink Pink as my Facebook pet. I hope Pengu would not be offended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrQQRdxs4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/RSDibn32III/s1600-h/Movie+World+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrQQRdxs4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/RSDibn32III/s320/Movie+World+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335305686558552962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Movie World -  I seen one too many Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;way too much...that goes the same for Batman, Robin, Joker, Scooby...get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, you can imagine the numerous times I had been checking on AirAsia and just last week – AA had Gold Coast at RM250 one way and after playing with the dates, I got my return ticket at RM933 (inclusive of baggage, meal and comfort kit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrYVw_azqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xs_xnHHTpTE/s1600-h/IMG_7747+%5B%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrYVw_azqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xs_xnHHTpTE/s320/IMG_7747+%5B%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335314577013526178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Creepy weird grin, that's just how odd I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I complaint after this? Of course, once knowing the costing, I bug poor MrWang, MrsWang and Peanut’s Momma for a full day to spiritually support me on my decision before purchasing my ticket. Yes, I need other’s affirmation before I do something. Since I can’t get that through TheParents I got to rely on my other close friends instead. How sad… And upon purchasing my ticket, I pretty much got high and went all dramatic by announcing this to EVERYONE. I even went to the extent of screen capping my ticket and emailed it to my boss to remind of my 4 months in advance leave application notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrVl1oYRpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FbQBHkfbofc/s1600-h/Ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrVl1oYRpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FbQBHkfbofc/s320/Ticket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335311554602092178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proof of the screen shot sent to boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it doesn’t stop here, THIS WEEK, as in Monday, something probe me to checked Virgin Blue. Oh why do they have to be on sales as well? On top of that, it was the LAST day of sale. I never been to Sydney and after chatting to another close friend based in Sydney, itchy finger decided to check flights to Sydney. A return trip was AUD90 – like OMG!!! This was not in the plan and after bugging MrWang for his spiritual support, I BOUGHT THE TICKET! Where got people make such drastic decision as me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrYVz8srUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7ExaxbC9MvA/s1600-h/n623250070_559621_4782.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/_1_040J_WJps/SgrYVz8srUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7ExaxbC9MvA/s320/n623250070_559621_4782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335314577807420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess who convinced me to visit Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if I did not have the time on hand, none of these would ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrVlwIPF0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/frM4rFCUHu0/s1600-h/IMGP1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrVlwIPF0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/frM4rFCUHu0/s320/IMGP1711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335311553125095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Need to snap out of this else I would be one poor traveler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So announcement to all…I really heart budget airlines. I don’t know how will the flight experience feel but I am just glad that I got my ticket to visit all my friends Downunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-917763043325531172?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/917763043325531172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=917763043325531172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/917763043325531172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/917763043325531172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/effect-of-too-much-time-on-hand.html' title='Effect of too much time on hand'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SgrJIwh32eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uo4hV3ADk50/s72-c/S2010014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-4195570203256821487</id><published>2009-05-12T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:06:46.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>It gets tougher each time</title><content type='html'>Each time when I believe I am taking one step forward, it feels as if they are pushing me 10 steps behind making it harder to communicate. Perhaps it’s me, not taking a different approach to understand them but it’s as if they forgotten to see me as an individual with own behavior, thoughts and feeling. I guess I’m so frustrated with them till it’s not affecting me learning that yet another war is brewing. Call me selfish but what is ever new. I have given up accommodating and will proceed with ignorance – the easy way out that will never resolve any issue but avoidance is comforting in this scenario. Perhaps I am a coward after all but if someone could enlighten me with method of talking sense to a brick, I would be the first to be all ears. Just really over it…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-4195570203256821487?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/4195570203256821487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=4195570203256821487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4195570203256821487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4195570203256821487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-gets-tougher-each-time.html' title='It gets tougher each time'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3385635280055364097</id><published>2009-05-04T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:18:02.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Why our taxi will never maju</title><content type='html'>I am not doing a comparison here but cabs in Singapore still impresses me with their efficiency. It’s as simple as queuing at the stand, getting on the first cab on your queue and hitting off to your destination. There’s no frill and one can hardly complaint of the services. Now, that can’t be said of Malaysia cab. It’s like purchasing something off the black market (not that I know what the mechanics are) and it’s like consumer are at the mercy of taxi driver. What kind of theory is that? I heard of horror stories and not the frequent cab passenger I was, I am completely puzzle how the taxi industry is surviving in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, upon returning to Malaysia with the night coach from Singapore, I was drop off at Plaza Mont Kiara. As it was nearing past midnight, the only way of me getting back to my car parked at Solaris Mont Kiara was hailing down a taxi. A, the distant was just a 2 km ride and B, it was not yet midnight so there was no late night charges. I hailed the first taxi in sight, got in and stated my destination. Instantly, taxi driver demanded for RM5. It is a small amount for sure but I hate it when people try to make a quick buck out of me. I stated the obvious that it was a short journey and why wasn’t he using the meter. Taxi man responded by stating that there was an additional RM2 charge if I ‘called’ for the taxi. If you aren’t puzzle yet, I am because I did not call for a taxi. I hailed the taxi from the bus stop. Taxi man became defensive and I did the natural thing one would do, get off the taxi. The driver had the cheek to give me a HUGE lecture of getting on the cab without stating my destination first. Like hello? I’m sorry, I didn’t know that there was such a rule. He drove off of course, not having any passenger. And he rounded back to my spot again clearly not picking up any passenger and REFUSED to drive me to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Korean family who was standing behind me who offered me the taxi when he rounded back AGAIN and that is what I call courteous but obviously, it is the same driver who is now trying to make a quick buck out from the Korean family. Lucky me, another taxi came along and without hassle, I was off to my destination. *cough, I only paid RM3.50 okay…and as we were driving off, guess who was ahead of us? It’s &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HWC 8965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the taxi thug. As I was in Solaris, guess who was rounding the area for passenger again? Yeah, it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HWC 8965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – the taxi thug again. Never mess with a girl who is exhausted from her journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, I decided to lodge a complaint against taxi thug and was searching for online complaint bureau. Again, how will my beloved county maju if ALL the feedback online stated that there is NO point to lodge a complaint to relevant party as NO action will be taken. The most pathetic part was, there IS or rather WAS a bureau for such complaints but unfortunately, the site is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sf6x9hq3vcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vMBlOIxjxEA/s1600-h/FireShot+capture+%2319+-+%27MALAYSIA+CENTRAL_+Radio+Taxis,+Teksi,+Cabs%27+-+www_mycen_com_my_malaysia_taxi_html.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sf6x9hq3vcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vMBlOIxjxEA/s320/FireShot+capture+%2319+-+%27MALAYSIA+CENTRAL_+Radio+Taxis,+Teksi,+Cabs%27+-+www_mycen_com_my_malaysia_taxi_html.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331894679421566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proof that I did Google for the complaint bureau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sf6x97AdagI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HdF_wPoQ49Q/s1600-h/FireShot+capture+%2318+-+%27Page+Load+Error%27+-+e_kpun_gov_my_teksi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sf6x97AdagI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HdF_wPoQ49Q/s320/FireShot+capture+%2318+-+%27Page+Load+Error%27+-+e_kpun_gov_my_teksi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331894686223002114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proof that the site is not in service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my country, now I know why tourist hates and think that we are one rude bunch in the world. I am not blaming anyone because I bet there are many honest taxi drivers out there but the minority has tarnish the reputation and I am speaking as a local. I refused to believe that we are a 3rd world country but apparently, we really are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3385635280055364097?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3385635280055364097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3385635280055364097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3385635280055364097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3385635280055364097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-our-taxi-will-never-maju.html' title='Why our taxi will never maju'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sf6x9hq3vcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vMBlOIxjxEA/s72-c/FireShot+capture+%2319+-+%27MALAYSIA+CENTRAL_+Radio+Taxis,+Teksi,+Cabs%27+-+www_mycen_com_my_malaysia_taxi_html.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2421786892769609404</id><published>2009-05-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:34:09.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>While I was away…</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt of two deaths, two separate parents to two different friends that I know of – my deepest sympathy and condolence to the families  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://immahappeningboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheBrother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dislocated his knee and was admitted throughout the days I was in Singapore - be warn of gory photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt that TheMother had ransacked my house taking stuff away and leaving trails of mess to clean up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I leant that I need to be more ‘in touch’ with other people around me as it’s not cool to meet your local friends abroad when truth is, everyone is based home locally and are 10km within radius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided that I wanted to eat healthier and had just gobble down one dozen mini donut equivalents to 2 bug donuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew that my bank account is suffering from malnutrient – donation are highly appreciated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing much happened after all…my life is that boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2421786892769609404?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2421786892769609404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2421786892769609404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2421786892769609404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2421786892769609404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-i-was-away.html' title='While I was away…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5754909144983779632</id><published>2009-04-29T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:51:25.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Today is a special day indeed…</title><content type='html'>Apart from the killer heat, it’s Wednesday! Like duh…but wait! This is a short week, Friday is a public holiday and I will be leaving for Singapore tomorrow! How exciting is that? Now I just got to send Bubu to TheParents place (which I have yet to inform them), change Singapore currency, get Singapore sim card off MrWang, buy last minute gift for god-daughter and pack my bag…I am all set. After typing everything, I sound just too random…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the day:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which the girl who wants to be known as Taurus is on leave and is lazing at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where I will not be online with Taurus to talk about ultimately random stuff that involves inserting asterisk to project an action *Stab self and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taurus will be having dinner with KitKeat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt;…today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TAURUS’s BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEI LI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also known as MEE LEE/ TAURUS/ DRAMA QUEEN/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Insert nickname here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfQBnEyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dsxjewth_xg/s1600-h/DSC08306.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/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfQBnEyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dsxjewth_xg/s320/DSC08306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954620777632546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfP6JGDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/SFZ2IQ8oQCw/s1600-h/Will+%26+Grace%27s+Wedding+%28104%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfP6JGDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/SFZ2IQ8oQCw/s320/Will+%26+Grace%27s+Wedding+%28104%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954620746307634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfKT1RFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1WRFNbnJRb0/s1600-h/IMG_7761+%5B%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfKT1RFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1WRFNbnJRb0/s320/IMG_7761+%5B%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954619243447378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNev1xIyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HEcU8S6_zwU/s1600-h/DSC04919.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/_1_040J_WJps/SffNev1xIyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HEcU8S6_zwU/s320/DSC04919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954612138025762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNe7BtxdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EF5F4RK12fQ/s1600-h/DSC04778.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/_1_040J_WJps/SffNe7BtxdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EF5F4RK12fQ/s320/DSC04778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954615140926930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adding Ling Ling here just in case if you miss her Taurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5754909144983779632?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5754909144983779632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5754909144983779632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5754909144983779632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5754909144983779632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-special-day-indeed.html' title='Today is a special day indeed…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SffNfQBnEyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dsxjewth_xg/s72-c/DSC08306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2814564116054061777</id><published>2009-04-28T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:58:45.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Melting under the heat wave</title><content type='html'>I for one will be the last person to complain about the heat but the weather the past two week had been insane. Just read in the paper that the heat wave is here to stay till June. Why? Australia is already in autumn and here in Malaysia we are getting dehydrated and hot. Shouldn't we be getting some autumn feel as well? The office air-con doesn’t feel comforting as well… I still feel warm and it’s crazy. Maybe it’s my body fat generating the extra warm…But whatever it is, it’s super ‘panas’-la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sfbbux_Q6EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dzx696kyMy8/s1600-h/DSC08578.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sfbbux_Q6EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dzx696kyMy8/s320/DSC08578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329688805778712642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was really so hot I resorted making friends with the portable fan. It's was that suffocating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfbbvGJHLJI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Tfwv4-U3LMM/s1600-h/DSC08583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfbbvGJHLJI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Tfwv4-U3LMM/s320/DSC08583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329688811188726930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear Mary, just to let you know that A. I fit into the dress you got me (Thank God!) and B. I love the dress. Unfortunately, I have no front to flash cleavage. Looking at my friend's 2 oranges on the table now and am wondering if I should stuff those in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sfbbu3q94QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9Tgi782hgt4/s1600-h/DSC08581.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sfbbu3q94QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9Tgi782hgt4/s320/DSC08581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329688807304192258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, I JUST had to pose with the fan to prove whatever point I tried making then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfbbvFfLNTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/t21V000N8d0/s1600-h/DSC08580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfbbvFfLNTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/t21V000N8d0/s320/DSC08580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329688811012830514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See, wind effect-yo...so cooling and breezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2814564116054061777?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2814564116054061777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2814564116054061777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2814564116054061777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2814564116054061777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/melting-under-heat-wave.html' title='Melting under the heat wave'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sfbbux_Q6EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dzx696kyMy8/s72-c/DSC08578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3293798504824408938</id><published>2009-04-23T16:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:09:47.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It’s Bond, Bond University</title><content type='html'>Had an alumni gathering when the Vice-Chancellor &amp;amp; President, Professor Robert Stable and Director of Marketing &amp;amp; Admissions, Andrea Harcourt was down in Malaysia. It was a fairly small and intimate affair, catching up with senior alumni and of course friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBHMBWeFTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3SKVQKJq8XM/s1600-h/P1000065+%5B%5D.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/_1_040J_WJps/SfBHMBWeFTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3SKVQKJq8XM/s320/P1000065+%5B%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836631025980722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is a gathering without a group photo: Malaysia Bond Alumni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwjaLjcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VbIPDH5IbL4/s1600-h/3106_74258018190_517413190_1732015_1012679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwjaLjcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VbIPDH5IbL4/s320/3106_74258018190_517413190_1732015_1012679_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836159132011970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The friends for life no doubt :  Shahira, Siska, me and Bibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwp-4ymI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D54llWpijao/s1600-h/with+ray.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/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwp-4ymI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D54llWpijao/s320/with+ray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836160896584290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How time pass, Siska will be a mommy in less than a month and my all time favorite uncle Ray who took me under his wings at Bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwcFrnzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/J3WMHL1ckTQ/s1600-h/with+azman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwcFrnzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/J3WMHL1ckTQ/s320/with+azman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836157166985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My new friend Azman who left right after I enrolled in Bond. One thing we have in common, we all miss uni and the trouble we were up to 'back' those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwHr3o8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/X_O3_DUrG3g/s1600-h/s%26j%2Bfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBGwHr3o8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/X_O3_DUrG3g/s320/s%26j%2Bfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836151690011586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Soon to be mommy Siska and me with our food. Uncle Ray told us to eat all we could to compensate for all our previous tuition fees paid...right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBB3chUiBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xOV2IvGRVoY/s1600-h/s%26j%2Bpodium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBB3chUiBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xOV2IvGRVoY/s320/s%26j%2Bpodium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327830779983857682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Podium was meant for Robert to give his speech but we ended up clowning with it. Siska trying to be all diplomatic while I, well, was promoting the dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBZkiqG03I/AAAAAAAAAVA/xn9_-Ny96bA/s1600-h/3106_74264953190_517413190_1732105_7518540_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBZkiqG03I/AAAAAAAAAVA/xn9_-Ny96bA/s320/3106_74264953190_517413190_1732105_7518540_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327856843492873074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With all the food and dessert talk, I shall end this post with a final pose with the dessert table...and of course the people around it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3293798504824408938?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3293798504824408938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3293798504824408938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3293798504824408938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3293798504824408938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-bond-bond-university.html' title='It’s Bond, Bond University'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SfBHMBWeFTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3SKVQKJq8XM/s72-c/P1000065+%5B%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8662501144935048416</id><published>2009-04-23T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:27:10.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>He said to not Tweet…</title><content type='html'>…nothing about I can’t blog, therefore here I am. But I agree that some client can be quite tough to handle. Oh well, it didn’t take me long to figure that after being a few weeks on the job. Though it can be challenging when it comes to client facing but it’s the networking that makes the job interesting. Friends from the same industry have asked the main motivation that is driving me to stay on this position. Personally, it’s the learning curve. I’m one of those who like a challenging ride. It’s when the learning stops that make me feel antsy and bored. But to my friends, that’s not how the game rolls. They are giving me another 6 months before I am over this field. I doubt so… it’s a digital industry that never sleep and never stops evolving. Once you think you are in ‘trend’, something new will always pop up. Yes, I know…this is my ever optimism speaking again. But you know what will crush me, people I like working with leaving the company. Well, opportunity is everywhere, people come and go. It doesn’t affect me but I am miss. worry-about-everything after all so you can’t blame me for being the drama princess I am. People moved on for the best so by all mean, leave when a good opportunity come knocking on your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shocking I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has now become embarrassing to be associated with my previous company. News has been traveling about improper business practice and how the previous company does not practice what they preach. It is heartbreaking especially to companies in the same industry that might be affected due to one bad seeding. Think about it, people will think twice before considering coming down to Asia for businesses. It’s not the nature of the business that is bad, it’s the management – the people that are supposed to be building the business. I was proud to say that I once contributed to the building of the previous company but now I doubt I even want to be associated to it. I pity the current employees; they will be affected by it eventually. So STAY STRONG and HANG IN THERE. New opportunity will come along sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8662501144935048416?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8662501144935048416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8662501144935048416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8662501144935048416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8662501144935048416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-said-to-not-tweet.html' title='He said to not Tweet…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-377082411264424941</id><published>2009-04-16T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:48:50.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Feng Shui seems to not be working as well</title><content type='html'>The amount of things that is happening right now is so not happening. I am somehow affected and pray that everything would turn out to be the best. Of course, heard some sad news and wished that it wouldn’t happen but eventually will. It’s survival, sigh. Need enlightenment. Apart from that, it’s busy all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More people are back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…from abroad that is. Why does it feel as if they have so much more plans and things to do while I am still in the same cycle? You know what would be great? To have more money and time to do some leisure activities. I can then travel to places as and when I could and do whatever stuff I want. Of course, work is still a priority and that is why it is so hard to just pen down dates. It seems as if I have so much plans this year but looking at my pathetic finances, I can’t afford as much. How can I earn more money? I seriously want to be a ‘Tai Tai’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I still contradict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying is easy, about what I want but it is not as simple as that. Example – I want to be a ‘Tai Tai’. Being a ‘Tai Tai’ in my definition means not doing anything and leads a kept life. Somehow, that is not me. I want to be a ‘Tai Tai’ where I don’t worry about finances; I can do whatever I want and not care about it. But in the same time, if I was a ‘Tai Tai’, I want the flexibility of owning something my own and not worry about it. Again, easy said than done coz owning something only means more responsibility and stress. So how to be a full fledge ‘Tai Tai’? Sigh, life is complicated. Or perhaps, I am complicated. Why am I like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are people finding it surprising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am domesticated? I mean, I am already an ultimate nagger in the making. I have always been doing my own chores. I love cooking if I had the time and just found that though I may not have the green thumb, I kinda like gardening. Also, I know of wedding coordination and parenting tips. There is something really wrong with me. It’s as if I am living life backwards – I wanted to say just like Benjamin Button (which I cried to the movie) but not that dramatic – however I am too young for that. I want to feel young again. Perhaps I should mix more with my brother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking about my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home at the parent’s house yesterday and champion asked me what was I doing in ‘HIS’ house. Like *cough cough and Hello~ It’s TheParents house to start off with. Why, like I can’t go back to my parent’s house is it? Champion even asked what was the special occasion for me to visit. NyanyukMom didn’t make things better by reminding me that I should go back to HER house often for, in general, stuff I need. Wonder where she placed AngryDad in this picture. Eh, if my home is their home, why can’t theirs be mine as well? So salah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what is so ‘Salah’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very frustrating when other’s point finger without thinking of the rationale behind it.  If only it’s as easy to go about strangling people and putting some sense into their head. Why must it be so difficult to just take some initiative to get things done? However, talking about initiative, one person I got to admire is my boss. She took one for the team and drove all the way out of town for work purposes. This road trip takes her 6 hours to get there – RESPECT -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-377082411264424941?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/377082411264424941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=377082411264424941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/377082411264424941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/377082411264424941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/feng-shui-seems-to-not-be-working-as.html' title='Feng Shui seems to not be working as well'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3147959196347056856</id><published>2009-04-13T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:34:36.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Not that kind of Diva</title><content type='html'>I love the picture of me holding Peanut so much that I have uploaded it on my Facebook. Just look at us...DramaPrincess and DivaEva aka &lt;a href="http://evathepeanut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peanut&lt;/a&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SeLlGQNSSlI/AAAAAAAAATg/urrt0ATIvnY/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SeLlGQNSSlI/AAAAAAAAATg/urrt0ATIvnY/s320/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324069605098015314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eva and me when she was 2 days old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever since uploading the photo on Facebook, I do feel like a celebrity. Friends have been dropping messages commenting on how cute Peanut is (BigBoss and Peanut's Mama&lt;/span&gt;, I can say nice things about her on my blog right? No 'pantang' right?). Unfortunately and oddly, I also had people congratulating me. Like seriusly, I now have to change my profile picture because there are a couple of people asking me when did I give birth *fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that why I am not attached, people see me with a baby and assume it's mine. Look at the picture closely, I am all tan and Peanut is all fair. Wonder what TheChongs think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SeLmZDcGoeI/AAAAAAAAATo/BDoEUigU7Bo/s1600-h/DSC08530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SeLmZDcGoeI/AAAAAAAAATo/BDoEUigU7Bo/s320/DSC08530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324071027599647202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peanut with her mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SeLmZCM4Z7I/AAAAAAAAATw/a9tkQxYumrY/s1600-h/DSC08571.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/_1_040J_WJps/SeLmZCM4Z7I/AAAAAAAAATw/a9tkQxYumrY/s320/DSC08571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324071027267364786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peanut the Diva with her Juicy Couture pacifier given by aunty Taurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3147959196347056856?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3147959196347056856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3147959196347056856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3147959196347056856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3147959196347056856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-that-kind-of-diva.html' title='Not that kind of Diva'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SeLlGQNSSlI/AAAAAAAAATg/urrt0ATIvnY/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1975053041134091568</id><published>2009-04-11T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:09:52.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Have a save trip Tom!</title><content type='html'>My other bunny Tom has been all alone after Jerry left for his big trip. Earlier today, I guess being all alone and isolated, he decided to end his misery by giving up on life. Yes, Tom passed on. It was really a sad moment for me. Tom never once made any animal noise caught me off guard when he was shrieking, as if he was calling out to me. I sat there with his lifeless body, watching him catch his last few breaths. Then, it was as if he was content to have me there at his side, he left me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not ready for new pets. Maybe later once I get over with the departure of my boys…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1975053041134091568?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1975053041134091568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1975053041134091568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1975053041134091568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1975053041134091568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-save-trip-tom.html' title='Have a save trip Tom!'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-9175952803790506764</id><published>2009-04-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:37:03.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it can be challenging</title><content type='html'>The past 2 week had been C.R.A.Z.Y. and I had Incompetent Cow pushing my tolerance limit. Not a very bright person that one, and in my opinion wouldn’t get too far in life. Yes I know, it’s rude to say it out loud but I really have given up patching things. Why bother to get things pass those thick skull and empty brain when it’s all about their way or the high way. Sheesh, so not worth my time but I still need to rant you see. Thank you for being patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-9175952803790506764?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/9175952803790506764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=9175952803790506764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/9175952803790506764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/9175952803790506764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-it-can-be-challenging.html' title='Sometimes it can be challenging'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6989170010733077739</id><published>2009-03-30T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:43:56.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Wine Week</title><content type='html'>Been dining out every single night last week and unconsciously (or rather consciously), I had ordered wine to every meal. Bliss I tell you having the first sip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the oddest thing happened on one of my Happy Wine night. I was chilling with MrWang and AhLong at one of the bars around my office. It was our first time there and it didn’t leave a very good impression. Definitely there will not be a second visit in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, those who know where I work would understand that my office area is considered a lil upper class place so English is definitely a MUST with all the expat around. Unfortunately, this bar we visited had overlooked the ‘expat’ part and the waitress who was serving us had ZERO command in English. We requested for the wine list and the poor girl asked us to explain wine in BM as she doesn’t understand English. How do you explain wine in BM? Any takers? AhLong attempted to explain to the waitress and said ‘arak merah’ which directly translate as red alcohol. Come to think of it, what is Vodka or Whisky in BM? No wonder we were the only patrons at that time. I won’t be surprise if the bar doesn’t do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6989170010733077739?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6989170010733077739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6989170010733077739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6989170010733077739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6989170010733077739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/wine-week.html' title='A Wine Week'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-4354229053937309690</id><published>2009-03-30T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:22:21.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Tales of ‘Buah Dada’</title><content type='html'>* I meant to blog about this earlier but someone beat me to it. Read the other version &lt;a href="http://www.qiqichan.com/2009/03/29/tales-of-a-buah-dada/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the soar lousy Malaysian I am with my regretfully minimal spoken BM knowledge, the most hilarious incident happened last Friday and of course I didn’t ‘get it’ at that moment, and it did take a couple rounds of bashing from the rest before I finally caught on the joke…I can be that slow sometimes, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went for lunch at the regular mamak restaurant and I decided on fried noodle with breast meat. The ordering was obviously done in BM since the mamak guys don’t speak English, and I asked with full confident for ‘mee goreng dengan buah dada’. The mamak guy gave me the odd look and I gave him the confused stare. Thinking that he did not get me, I repeat the whole sentence again…and emphasize on ‘buah dada’ as he stared at me. That was when the colleagues decide to come and rescue – as they stared along with the mamak guy – and explained what I actually wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ‘buah dada’ means breast and what I was meant to say was ‘ayam dada’ as in chicken breast…so I was asking for the wrong thing all along. Fail…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-4354229053937309690?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/4354229053937309690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=4354229053937309690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4354229053937309690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4354229053937309690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-of-buah-dada.html' title='The Tales of ‘Buah Dada’'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5431223818996970572</id><published>2009-03-25T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:51:52.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Where’s Jerry?</title><content type='html'>My bunny Jerry is all grown up and has left home to seek adventure on it’s on. In actual fact…I lost my bunny!!! I left him out last night (as I did many time before) to roam as he was feeling restless, and this morning, Jerry can’t be located anywhere. How… I don’t mind if someone found it and decides to take care of him but what if the dogs got to him first? What if some cannibal tribe decides to have him for supper? Poor Jerry…why did you run away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5431223818996970572?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5431223818996970572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5431223818996970572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5431223818996970572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5431223818996970572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-jerry.html' title='Where’s Jerry?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2983728490253057523</id><published>2009-03-24T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:09:46.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Morning PATIENT test</title><content type='html'>It took me 20 effing minutes to move only 500 meter along NKVE Highway. It took me 2 freaking hours for the usual 30 -40 minute drive to work. The best part is…I paid RM5.20 on toll to be caught in traffic. Never under estimate the power of rain and Malaysia traffic. *faint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2983728490253057523?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2983728490253057523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2983728490253057523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2983728490253057523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2983728490253057523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/morning-patient-test.html' title='Morning PATIENT test'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-748954695329657530</id><published>2009-03-19T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:17:57.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Doubt the shiny metal object that looks ancient was discovered</title><content type='html'>Everyone is now on jitters mode, so am I. Though I don’t belief in Feng Shui, someone please change the ‘chi’ already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Strategic Seating Spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Feng Shui, BossCEO will need to change seat to be located at the weak location spot as the person need to be strong to hold the fort. Now, I am officially surrounded by the bosses – BossCEO on my left, GM on my right and my direct boss AD in front of me. The good news is, the creative team will now officially avoid coming to my area and the bad news is that I need to run to them. Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma Chicken Pie that ‘beste’ COW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: This is a spur of the moment anger lashing post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On appearance, I look calm and fabulous but deep down inside there is an evil person full of vengeance who wants to strike that fraking cow, who in my opinion the most incompetent person that I have encountered to this date. Fish, there is so much anger than me. I despise this incompetent cow worse than the selfish person in my earlier post. Selfish person = I hate. Despise is like many many level above hate. Urghhh… why do I need to deal with super ‘beste’ people like this. Feng Shui master, you better be fixing this fast else I am going to turn into a mega bitch soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-748954695329657530?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/748954695329657530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=748954695329657530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/748954695329657530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/748954695329657530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/doubt-shiny-metal-object-that-looks.html' title='Doubt the shiny metal object that looks ancient was discovered'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3471828844015499657</id><published>2009-03-18T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:01:43.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Everything is NOT so beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiny metal object that looks ancient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not suppose to blog about this and I am not providing any details but in my personal opinion, the incident is just plain bizarre. And if you are wondering what I am rambling, it’s Feng Shui.  I don’t believe in it but I don’t disregard it either. It’s that half Chinese in me that is making me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share, couple of week back BossCEO requested for an indoor water fountain for the office and in matter of days, we had one delivered.  If you don’t know, water fountain symbolizes freely flowing positive energy for abundance and prosperity (in this case, more business-la). The office is really into Feng Shui it’s not funny. Thank goodness the office has not met my youngest aunt who read ‘numbers’ – Now, whether that is Feng Shui or not I have no idea –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to know stories on shiny metal object that look ancient, message me-la then we can talk about it over a cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t you think Peanut is adorable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The no longer PregnantWoman has started a blog for baby Eva and from now on, baby Eva will be known as Peanut. How cute is that. Taurus and MrsWang/Pee Chee had been thinking hard why is baby Eva called Peanut (and I bet it’s better than calling Peanut a ‘worm’, right Taurus?).  Anyway, the three of us been thinking REALLY hard for a new nickname for NoLongerPregnantWoman, it’s difficult but I bet something will definitely come up soon *finger cross…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A message from TheFather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the parents know of my blog. Oh well, fair enough if you ie MyParents are reading it since it is a public blog after all but please do me a favor, never tell it to my face coz it will make me feel conscious of my writing. I like it better being in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the family went for dinner at the Chinese Restaurant for NyanyukMom’s birthday. AngryDad asked for tissue (which comes with the whole box) and the waitress casually asked ‘for how many people?’. Everyone stared blankly not knowing what to answer coz it just didn’t make sense. Yeah, and that was when AngryDad slipped in that I should blog about it while I played ignorant. Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bad start from Friday the 13th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am not into superstitious belief but it felt as though nothing been going smoothly as expected on this supposedly cursed day (and do not drag Feng Shui in here). I really needed some enlightenment and it is not helping that the Friday 13th ‘feel’ is dragging on to this present week. There seem to be a HUGE communication breakdown with one of my project. It’s an internal issue and let’s just say that the word ‘EXPECTATION’ has really been defined in different light… I am flabbergasted.  Perhaps it’s me, being a newbie and not knowing the procedure. It feels as if I am messing up every single thing that is fallen on my lap. But I am trying, and is still trying hard… I know I shouldn’t be taking it too personal but I feel responsible when things go haywire. Note to Josephine: Get over it, not everything is in your control and you can’t change the way people work if they think that they are right after all. Gosh, when will people learn to mature in a working place? I am really worried on my deliverables…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bitch is in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play the ignore card excellently after all. Well, I refuse to believe that I can come across arrogant since I am miss friendly who needs to please people and be on everyone’s good book but I do have the devil in me after all. I can tune off the present of the person whom I dislike, even if the person is standing or seated next to me, and play ignorant. Some people just get on my nerve and I got to really dislike the person in heading to this stage of ‘hate’, which is seldom. In fact, it hardly ever happens. Really…Unfortunately, lately I’ve been hating many people. Don’t ask me why…blame Friday the 13th after effect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3471828844015499657?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3471828844015499657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3471828844015499657&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3471828844015499657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3471828844015499657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-not-so-beautiful.html' title='Everything is NOT so beautiful'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-345931230700988567</id><published>2009-03-12T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:06:57.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randon'/><title type='text'>Spread my wings and fly…</title><content type='html'>Like finally, after a year plus of ThePrents saying that they are living with me temporary, they moved backed to their house. Oh the joy of having a big empty house alone. Now I can finally furnish the place to my liking. Oh, and the fact that yes, I get to walk alone naked…like that will ever happen but yeah, I finally got my space. Also, finally found the steamboat set that was bought for the house warming. Can’t believe it went ‘missing’ hidden in the overloaded ‘store room’ my parent made into while waiting for their renovation to be done. Steamboat anyone? We can now do it whenever we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does feel lonely not having anyone to come home to (apart from the pets, they don’t count do they?). The one thing that the moving out left behind was dust…loads of them. It took me 3 days to clear up the mess. Thank goodness for the long weekend else it would have taken me forever just to get the place cleared up. I feel the plants dying already not being watered the past few days. Hey, I don’t have a green thumb. Still in the adjustment period…need to get internet connection else I would be lifeless. Just realize that the office is like my home more than my home because all I do at home was to cook, watch the telly and sleep. In the office at least I have the ever faithful hopeless streamyx connection. Not complaining, at least I am ‘connected’. I am so going to make cafes my hang out spot for their free wifi till I choose my broadband provider.  I’m so excited…being alone (not lonely)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The annual party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back seriously felt like it was going to break in two with the 6 hours on non-stop housework on Saturday. I was so ready to bail out on AmanDot but somehow, there I was, ended up in KL after 12am and ready to mingle. Frankly, I was glad I got out, it took my mind off work and I had a blast. So I’ll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NIDx6rI/AAAAAAAAASw/LpbTOSDE2gM/s1600-h/DSC08511.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NIDx6rI/AAAAAAAAASw/LpbTOSDE2gM/s320/DSC08511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265366333942450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, taking photos are our joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NdPp-GI/AAAAAAAAATI/ahP1c9TU7Lg/s1600-h/DSC08519.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NdPp-GI/AAAAAAAAATI/ahP1c9TU7Lg/s320/DSC08519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265372020897890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Still not over taking our girly group photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NSM8bmI/AAAAAAAAATA/_6czj92orQY/s1600-h/DSC08514.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NSM8bmI/AAAAAAAAATA/_6czj92orQY/s320/DSC08514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265369056734818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mr Organizer and Ms Party Pooper: Suresh and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NTE9pXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xVhdK4yIjao/s1600-h/DSC08512.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NTE9pXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xVhdK4yIjao/s320/DSC08512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265369291695474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Felt like we were posers: Josie and Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NHLxYQI/AAAAAAAAASo/vYlwYNDbaHc/s1600-h/DSC08499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NHLxYQI/AAAAAAAAASo/vYlwYNDbaHc/s320/DSC08499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265366099026178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My darling Dot and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Eva is finally here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PregnantWoman is no longer pregnant... now to think of a new nick name for her. Baby Eva in my opinion is a lil 'mini me' of William. Oh you should see William, grinning so proudly - new father syndrome. PregnantWoman Grace is really brave too, she made pregnancy sound and look so simple. I want a baby too…Oh, and baby Eva is truly a strong baby - Strong lungs, her cries can wake a whole village if she had a chance, and long strong limbs. Oh I heart baby Eva so much. Now to wait for TheWangs to get pregnant. Also, Taurus, where is my baby Eleanor? I think it would be nice if you and KitKeat (or whatever he is known now) could do some family planning so that I could get all excited again. Then we have all the little "mini me's" running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will baby Eva’s full moon party be like…hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj4FRu9wWI/AAAAAAAAATY/EcaR-pOPeG8/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj4FRu9wWI/AAAAAAAAATY/EcaR-pOPeG8/s320/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312268530026922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby Eva and Josie&lt;br /&gt;*Photo stolen off Taurus's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Claudia turns one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be one baby that I would not get to see anytime soon unless her mommy decides to head back Asia for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj2hKZh2eI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CF6aN0Musd4/s1600-h/CIMG0568.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/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj2hKZh2eI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CF6aN0Musd4/s320/CIMG0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312266810071046626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mommy Jassie and baby Olivia - Look at all the gold jewelry around her given by the relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-345931230700988567?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/345931230700988567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=345931230700988567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/345931230700988567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/345931230700988567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/spread-my-wings-and-fly.html' title='Spread my wings and fly…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/Sbj1NIDx6rI/AAAAAAAAASw/LpbTOSDE2gM/s72-c/DSC08511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-3764946288500217669</id><published>2009-03-03T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:16:26.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>If you yet to know, I am back teaching Sunday school for Form 2 class. I beg to differ that I was ever a handful because some of the children are pretty much energizer bunnies, can’t stop them once they get things started. Of course, we also have the quiet ones. Come to think about it, there are always a couple of the quiet ones, mischievous ones, naughty ones and rebellious ones wherever we go. I knew I was always the loud one…sad case right? I know…But I guess this is what that makes a class more interesting, different traits of personality everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the children have been going through the Sacrament of Eucharist lesson now with me for 3 weeks. In a nut shell, the sacrament signifies the sacrifices Jesus has done for us ie: he was crucified and nailed on the cross. While the Eucharist signifies the body and blood of Christ that we, his people share in unity through the symbols of bread (body) and wine (blood). Now, one of the kids asked why must wine be the symbolic of blood…why not Jack Daniels? At this age and their knowledge on alcohol, they have just outdone me. It’s still kind of scary though, I admit, I am not the best example out there with stuff that I have done but people grow and learn from their mistakes. How can we educate without saying ‘When I was your age…’ because we know teenagers their age can be rebellious and no matter what are the advices given, many would still want to go through the journey of making mistakes themselves even though they been told of the consequences because they want to be independent. I personally think that this is a good experience for them to go through as long as they can bear the responsibility end of the day. I am going to stop ranting about them now as it is beginning to sound like a parenting course…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being that this is the month of Lent – 40 days of penitence and fasting for the sacrifices Jesus been through for us – I asked the children to reflect on the sacrifices that they are willing to make for this month of Lent. Back to me, I’ve been asking myself the very same question and find that I don’t have the answer myself. It feels as if instead of me embracing the teaching in church, I am questioning some of them myself. No wonder children these days challenge the teaching in the bible. It’s just disturbing sometime when I find it hard to explain some of the teaching because I doubt it myself. Have you thought of the sacrifices you want to make this month of Lent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-3764946288500217669?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/3764946288500217669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=3764946288500217669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3764946288500217669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/3764946288500217669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8163209570032190198</id><published>2009-02-27T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:52:04.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Where is the U-turn when you need one?</title><content type='html'>This will only happen to me, like seriously. I been taking the same route to and fro work every day and only god could give me some enlightenment and explain how in the world I managed to end up at a complete foreign route not leading to home.  The thing is, I had foresee myself doing this blunder sometime back and laughed it off, like that will ever happen…and it finally did happened, this only goes to show how silly I am. One moment you are on your usual route and the next thing you know, you are at a complete different route, all loss and confused. I have issues…this is severe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8163209570032190198?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8163209570032190198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8163209570032190198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8163209570032190198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8163209570032190198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-is-u-turn-when-you-need-one.html' title='Where is the U-turn when you need one?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7657909593038650688</id><published>2009-02-27T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:33:48.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Why is it still about you?</title><content type='html'>Someone give me some enlightenment please! I have never seen an individual who whine so much till it beats ALL my drama friends combined together. Gosh, I have my moments but seriously, I don’t go around blaming everyone but me, myself and I? This individual just don’t get it… everything got to be about the person else it’s every other people’s fault when things don’t fall in place.  I personally think the individual does come across as intelligent but has no sense of urgency and RESPONSIBILITY. It feels as if the world needs to bow down to the person’s needs and wants else, the world is blocked out and the person becomes unresponsive. Gosh, this is one of the most selfish person that I have ever come across who is utter most self-centered and narcissistic. The person MUST feel IMPORTANT and is in denial of is the situation does not permit the person to feel so. Yes, the person is not significant in my life to make me feel annoyed and worked up BUT because this is about work deliverables, my ass will be on the hot fire if deliverables are messed up. I am trying to be patient but there is a limit to it and I am loosing it. Dear god, I pray for wisdom. Please guide me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-7657909593038650688?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/7657909593038650688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=7657909593038650688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7657909593038650688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7657909593038650688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-it-still-about-you.html' title='Why is it still about you?'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5963838824011977781</id><published>2009-02-26T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:14:39.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>PLUS got to be joking</title><content type='html'>In this current economic downturn where by our government is in denial, we already witness companies closure, retrenched worker and tight expenditure budget. Yet, PLUS Expressway just had to pull a Britney Spear doing ‘Oops I did it again’ by freaking increasing the toll charges, introducing a new toll structure by 1st of March. Like which part of recession does the management NOT get it? Now, I am realistic. I depend on PLUS expressway to commute to work every day and there is no way that I could afford to boycott it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in this challenging time shouldn’t companies be helping to ease the public’s burden? As it is, I personally feel that the company is already raking in profits with the volume of car using the expressway. Now, leeching on people for even more money knowing of people dependency on the highway is just way too ridiculous. It’s day light robbery! Fine, there might be some blue tape involved that I will never know but ranting as an individual consumer, I feel that it is not fair for me to pay an average of RM10-RM15 EACH DAY and still be stuck in a traffic. Yeah, it’s not as bad as other route but other route don’t charge toll fees do they? When will government and expressway companies ever be rational and reasonable? Stop acting like a REAL 3rd world country, whereby the already rich take advantage of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5963838824011977781?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5963838824011977781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5963838824011977781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5963838824011977781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5963838824011977781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/02/plus-got-to-be-joking.html' title='PLUS got to be joking'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5550621457453516358</id><published>2009-02-20T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:08:11.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>It’s not always about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZ2Qraxt8iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/22G0DqQgoCk/s1600-h/IMG_7738+%5B%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZ2Qraxt8iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/22G0DqQgoCk/s320/IMG_7738+%5B%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555011708940834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy for me to hate someone. In fact, I am always the girl who gets along with almost everyone without a fuss. Moreover, I tend to put up with people’s bullshit and have higher tolerance because of my stupid needing to please tendency.  I guess the only reason I am such is because I don’t evaluate people based on the behavior but instead personality, and I insist that there is a difference between personality and behavior. Reason is because people may behave in a certain way due to their personality characteristic. I respect people who stand by their principle and belief, and in the same time respect other’s for the same reason. However,  there are some people that just don’t get it… it’s the ‘always about me’ part that just put me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instant, if I am having a bad week– respect it. Let me cool down in my way. I don’t need people to come around to tell me that I am affecting the team with my ‘negative aura’ and I should put my feelings aside. So if I am upset, should I smile and act nothing is wrong just to please someone? You got to be joking. I am entitled to be selfish, to have a time out and demand for a ‘me’ time when necessary.  Just because I am a happy person doesn’t mean that I have to put on a freaking mask on my down time to please others. In fact, to be accused of becoming a ‘Hitler’ is harsh. Work is work, personal friendship aside. Please understand that there are working procedures to follow. To the someone, if it wasn’t about you... you wouldn’t be demanding for my attention. If you think that the team is affected, bring this issue up as A TEAM, not as an individual calling me names on a chatting device and logging off without giving me a chance to clarify myself. This only shows how immature and unprofessional you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me I guess, it is effortless for me to not like someone because it’s as simple as that – you are not significant in my life and I don’t live for you. I may ruminate about certain people because it is only normal for me to release my tension. But that doesn’t mean that I am judging them - I am expressing my discomfort of their action. However, if I do start talking about a person’s attitude in general, let’s just say there isn’t much of any friendship savoring left. Sad to say this but yes, we need to eliminate some shallow people in the course of our life that would only pull us down and suck our energy dry because of their insecurity.  When it comes to building friendship, it is about acceptance and compromise. Never ask others to change  for the matter of own personal gain and comfort without evaluating self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am contented with the bunch of people I call friends who accept me for what I am. Thank you for giving me the  time and space to grow by myself with your constant support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5550621457453516358?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5550621457453516358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5550621457453516358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5550621457453516358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5550621457453516358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-always-about-you.html' title='It’s not always about you'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZ2Qraxt8iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/22G0DqQgoCk/s72-c/IMG_7738+%5B%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-8948613327772373680</id><published>2009-02-07T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:33:39.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It’s yet my turn</title><content type='html'>Taurus bought her gown, MrsWang bought her mobile phone and I err…kiasu bought a thumbdrive, now to not lose it for that matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we (MrsWang, Taurus and I) went shopping for Taurus’s pre-photo gown today. The woman is too easily please, after like an hour with perhaps 3 or 4 fitting, the woman was all done - all paid and ready to go. *cough, and yeah, kiasu me also tried on for the sake of trying. Apparently what I am wearing is also very predictable of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEfg5ikpCI/AAAAAAAAASI/ghA77nu0cts/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEfg5ikpCI/AAAAAAAAASI/ghA77nu0cts/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301052886453888034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like super jealous that some people are taking their pre-wedding photos in Hong Kong. P/S Taurus, I am not going to Hong Kong just because you are going to Genting with me, because I followed you gown shopping. Also because end of the day, you still owe me one so to even it out, I am saying no to Hong Kong. But just to let you know, I also scouted the price for Hong Kong coz AirAsia having cheap flight and it worked up to RM620 return. How to go like that? I need to go Kuching, then Europe, then some other places I have yet to decide. Follow you there I will be super broke. Now bad times, cannot simply fly here and there so let me stay back and save moolah okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-8948613327772373680?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/8948613327772373680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=8948613327772373680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8948613327772373680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/8948613327772373680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-yet-my-turn.html' title='It’s yet my turn'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEfg5ikpCI/AAAAAAAAASI/ghA77nu0cts/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-955702584079977483</id><published>2009-02-06T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:14:26.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's finally over and done</title><content type='html'>I am really thankful that Lunar New Year is finally over. This year was definitely a change, I for once had grown a sweet tooth to all the cookies and been stuffing my face nonstop. Sigh, I am putting on more unnecessary weight. Like save me…I really need to start losing weight else I will be putting on weight consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, I have also grown to believe that Lunar New Year this year is all about throwing out the bad and welcoming the new – that’s why I crashed the car, see how am I comforting myself again? But seriously, I come to realize that how dependent I am on my main mode of transportation. Without it, I am pretty much home bound and it can be a hassle especially when it come to getting to work. It is also a lil troublesome car pooling with TheMother because I need to make small chats and the mother likes playing ‘fill in the blanks’ never being direct with me on conversation, which makes me really all tense up. Anyway, I am all broke now. The car bill made me a very poor person. How am I ever going to afford a decent holiday now? I am still aiming for Europe…I will make Europe happen this year, I must. I am now opening a ‘Donate for Josie’s travelling fund now’. Please support this worthy cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, TheFengShuiAunt helped me count my life number. Apparently I have all the number except number 9 hence to even up, I need to get a number 1 in gold and wear it on me. Also, I need to decorate a certain direction in the house to bring in good prosperity to home and oh, I am supposedly to meet someone this year. To the someone, can you like come in the first half of the year please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEaapal41I/AAAAAAAAARw/r1i__LyjLtQ/s1600-h/n725156083_2442608_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEaapal41I/AAAAAAAAARw/r1i__LyjLtQ/s320/n725156083_2442608_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301047281488094034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;William(nephew), Cathy(cousin), me and Jiaxin(niece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEaanlfj8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IQp4GiRIIz4/s1600-h/n725156083_2442693_2901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEaanlfj8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IQp4GiRIIz4/s320/n725156083_2442693_2901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301047280996945858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cathy and me - Though we are like born on the same day and same year, she is already a mommy and we are way different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never been to Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that I NEVER been to Genting. I have not stayed in the well known haunted hotels, never gambled in one of Malaysia biggest casino, never step foot in the Theame Park that every parent have brought their child to and never attended a rock star concert. NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with my parents?  How can I ever be Malaysian without ever stepping foot in Genting? No wonder people think I am odd…Taurus, you promised to follow me up to Genting, that too we need to look for an occasion to do so.  MrsWang and PregnantWoman, you two also have to promise me that you are coming, okay… Else I will be branded loser of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lay off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has also been disturbing with all the layoff going around different companies. I really hope that the economy would turn for the best in the coming months. I just made me feel insecure myself where my future lies…Pray hard people. Apparently the economy downturn this time round would be worst than 1997. It is my first recession and I am going to stay positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake-up call services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, the Creative boys think that I am giving free wake up service in the morning. They requested that I give them an alarm call in the morning so that they would turn up to work on time. Yes, I am a sucker. Though I complaint I still did so because I depended on them for delivery. Need to learn to not be too nice sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘Chupping’ baby name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus gave a random email because she was too bored as usual and reserved the name ‘Eleanor’ for her future daughter, and vowed to ‘seriously hurt us’ if any of us were to take the name away from her. Like, that’s what friends are for right? Sigh, the woman can be quite violent at times. She suggested ‘Marie’ for mine because it sounded nice for a cat… Like explain the correlation here? The woman has major issue. However this is not the first time I am mentioning here and to repeat myself, I like the name Jemima. Laugh all you want but if I could give a name to myself before my parents did (which is impossible) I would have called myself Jemima.  Taurus called Jemima a cartoon and it sounded like Jem…Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever-la, I still like Jemima okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-955702584079977483?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/955702584079977483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=955702584079977483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/955702584079977483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/955702584079977483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-finally-over-and-done.html' title='It&apos;s finally over and done'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SZEaapal41I/AAAAAAAAARw/r1i__LyjLtQ/s72-c/n725156083_2442608_1208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-6992209772924238411</id><published>2009-01-30T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:56:32.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What was I thinking about!?!!!</title><content type='html'>It can’t get any scarier than this, really… I just spent a couple of hours working on Taurus’s wedding checklist, and got REALLY worked up with the amount of details to think of. Stress! One day if I am ever unemployed (touch wood of course), I will just settle being a wedding planner – that too if I don’t get married for a guy to support me that is. Oh, and if you haven’t know – Taurus is getting married to KitKeat, not Nestle KitKat and I bet this is because Taurus like Hello Kitty, who was used to be FanofWarrenBuffet – get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because Taurus has no friends - seriously this is true… I decided to be one of her three friends to plan her overall wedding. In return, she promised to take lead for my future ‘Ji Mui’ roadblock on my wedding day. Like seriously, after everything I have done for her, she is bailing out on me with the easiest task. Then think about it, what is I don’t get married (touch wood again)? Does this mean she gets to get off easily? Also, what if I don’t marry a Chinese guy to have the Chinese custom arrangement? HowWww… Fine, I know I think too much. Can’t help it can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I babbled too much. I should be talking of me but as always, I am side tracking to Taurus – I too have no friends, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the main title - as I was heading home from work today, I planned my whole wedding and things can’t get any freakier than this. Seriously... if anyone was to ask me what was my definition of an ideal wedding a couple of years ago, mine was to get over and done with an early beach ceremony followed by light breakfast accompanied by boozing and beach bumming the whole day. Take into consideration that there will be no wedding gown involved with everyone going all casual and skipping the elaborated dinner …right, like that will ever happen. I was young you see. Then as time progressed and seeing the stress parents and bridal couples go through in putting together a wedding, I wanted to bail out and just elope.  Well, I was in the phase where getting married is a decision made between two individuals and nobody should be involved apart from the couple. Hmm, I neglected the fact that parents are part of the essence of matrimony and there is no way that we can cast them aside. So now, ask me what would be my ideal wedding, I WANT THE WHOLE SHEBANG! I can’t believe this is happening, can you? I was into fine details and this scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance:-&lt;br /&gt;- Wedding ceremony would be held in the yet to be built church in USJ (Yes, please feel free to contribute to the building fund) and if I was to be married before that, it would be in Devine Mercy Church.  On top of that, the church will be decorated with blooming white lily with green leafs…&lt;br /&gt;- …this by the way leads to my wedding color theme, which white and lime green. It’s all about innocent and lush (not lust)&lt;br /&gt;- Then wedding gown would be a simple sleeveless empire dress in lace with a fall-off bow at the back-no train&lt;br /&gt;- The wedding bouquet will be in nosegay style so that it can be easily tossed without too much weight pressed on it&lt;br /&gt;- Reception would be in KLGCC amidst the green for the midsummer nostalgic feeling with Chinese banquet (I am half-Chinese)…and it’s all about dancing the night away (I am Eurasian and it’s a culture)&lt;br /&gt;- I would need AT least 20 tables to accommodate all my friends and family – this coming from the person who don’t understand big wedding. It doesn’t stop here, I did the whole seating arrangement as well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning, I could still go on but this is enough. Thank you to all my darling married friends for the too early heads up, leading me to unnecessary thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it’s all about what I want, not taking into consideration for my partner coz the person doesn’t exist. Circumstances may change but hey, at least now I have proper plan…or is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into an unnecessary post. So, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-6992209772924238411?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/6992209772924238411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=6992209772924238411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6992209772924238411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/6992209772924238411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-was-i-thinking-about.html' title='What was I thinking about!?!!!'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-167958310403687843</id><published>2009-01-29T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:21:09.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Post Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>I guess it’s a good thing that the office is only opened on the 4th day of Lunar New Year as compared to others, which started operating on the 3rd day. The whole town is practically dead… Learn from colleague that there is a saying which goes ‘Malay Raya, Chinese make money; Chinese Raya, Malay too Raya’ - *cough, you do the conclusion yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sau Kung party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the FIRST time ever I had such function because previous company were not as Chinaman as the current one. Note: I am not complaining coz this is definitely a different experience for me and I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKN1sRpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Qobh8NZBE98/s1600-h/3233689820_7138396fe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKN1sRpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Qobh8NZBE98/s320/3233689820_7138396fe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552195673310866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chinese unite: Christine, NoSugarHigh-Suzen, me and Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKL3FerI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Tla0U7E_emE/s1600-h/3233683878_cf2eb425ee.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/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKL3FerI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Tla0U7E_emE/s320/3233683878_cf2eb425ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552195142286002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some of the people I work with - GMDan, CrossDresserBryan, MrWang-David, MrIThinkIamSexy-Danny, Ivan and Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKJuvHCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-zW7R0_UZ84/s1600-h/3232858383_e0c2fb8336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKJuvHCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-zW7R0_UZ84/s320/3232858383_e0c2fb8336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552194570394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Loh Yee Sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiJ5TG5GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uaKx-_mMyRw/s1600-h/3232845051_cb452d4b09.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/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiJ5TG5GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uaKx-_mMyRw/s320/3232845051_cb452d4b09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552190159545442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smiling for the occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiUZdbiII/AAAAAAAAARA/6A_7j_vgqHM/s1600-h/3233699074_a6ed13e4f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiUZdbiII/AAAAAAAAARA/6A_7j_vgqHM/s320/3233699074_a6ed13e4f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552370591467650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I emcee the event, not that it was necessary: Yen Fong was only up to my shoulder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKhZhMlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kBGCs0QyrZc/s1600-h/3233691372_dd431745f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKhZhMlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kBGCs0QyrZc/s320/3233691372_dd431745f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552200923853394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We had to take evident that we are not pretending to be friends after all - MrWang and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Photos 'stolen' off MrWang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just realize that people in this current office do not drink much. On top of that, someone said that I had drinking issue because whenever I say let's do something fun, what I mean is let's drink. It never crossed my mind that I am such a bad influence...like seriously. &lt;/span&gt;Also, I don't drink all the time. I dare you to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Staying connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It feels weird returning back to the hometown bringing along the boys (my bunnies who are now rabbits)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Bubu (the turtle)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;My boys went wild around the yard, so you can imagine how hard it was to put them back into their cage and Bubu? Well, he crawled around looking for dark corners as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, who will expect that there was wifi service at my grandparent's place. Like seriously, we are surrounded amidst farm and tea plantation. Can you imagine how excited we (me and my cousins) were? I was so excited till I was doing work on reunion night and througout Chinese New Year...So, being connected can be bad after all. What happen to the good old days when our mobile phones were not even able to get reception? Come to think of it, I miss those day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all the past years - apart from work - there was sleeping, eating and gambling. Do you realize that as you get older, the red packets will also decrease and subsequently ...like vanish... Okay, not going to think of this now but to those who are still on holidays, enjoy your break! To the rest like me, back to work people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-167958310403687843?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/167958310403687843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=167958310403687843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/167958310403687843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/167958310403687843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-lunar-new-year.html' title='Post Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SYEiKN1sRpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Qobh8NZBE98/s72-c/3233689820_7138396fe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-1400529915979811841</id><published>2009-01-25T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:05:12.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Crashed</title><content type='html'>I really don’t know if I should be upset or relieved. The faithful old car decided that yesterday was the day to do some flipping and skidding. The car ended in a pretty bad condition and the only worry I had was – how am I to head to work next week. On top of that, it’s the Lunar Festive week and the mechanics are closed…THEY ARE ALL CLOSED. I am immobile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBrother took some photos and reminded me to blog about it...helpful isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFBW9uI4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QlmmBKiIyrE/s1600-h/DSC08471.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/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFBW9uI4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QlmmBKiIyrE/s320/DSC08471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295183151527502722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFBHD7nhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/B5AL6DmpoHY/s1600-h/DSC08470.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/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFBHD7nhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/B5AL6DmpoHY/s320/DSC08470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295183147258584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFA7oPTMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QddvUhn_ju8/s1600-h/DSC08469.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/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFA7oPTMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QddvUhn_ju8/s320/DSC08469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295183144189643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFAxz-HRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SbpYrP_XX5Q/s1600-h/DSC08468.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/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFAxz-HRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SbpYrP_XX5Q/s320/DSC08468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295183141554494738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor poor car literally turned 360 degrees around, hit into the divider and landed me on the opposite direction...and if you are wondering, I am fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-1400529915979811841?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/1400529915979811841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=1400529915979811841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1400529915979811841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/1400529915979811841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/crashed.html' title='Crashed'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SXxFBW9uI4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QlmmBKiIyrE/s72-c/DSC08471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5576893144203993527</id><published>2009-01-24T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:17:13.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Disappointed somewhat</title><content type='html'>If only there was more response from him, then I wouldn’t be as upset as I am now. All I wanted was some comfort but apparently, it is too much to ask. When will I learn to not keep my hope to high… I am an adult now, I should be more independent. I guess I took for-granted that he will always be there for me, I just, well, got it wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5576893144203993527?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5576893144203993527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5576893144203993527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5576893144203993527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5576893144203993527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointed-somewhat.html' title='Disappointed somewhat'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-5203122642268608258</id><published>2009-01-21T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:10:41.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Perhaps this or perhaps that</title><content type='html'>I sell toothpaste…and amongst other but mostly toothpaste for the past week. The effect? I am scrutinizing my toothpaste packaging, benefits and paying extra attention to the texture of the paste. I tell you, work can be interesting sometimes.  I really pray hard for the toothpaste to be sold soon I will be dealing with it for a long long time. Apart from that, work is getting much better. I think I am slowly catching up and it feels assuring. I know it is silly to put work as priority but the fact is I am enjoying it. If it only pays more, I will be a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joining the dark side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been interesting to learn that being in an agency means that I am now part of the dark side. I am still trying to digest what really define the dark side. I thought I am in the corporate line yet corporate company sees agency as a service arm and that put me in a grey area…not dwelling into it because end of the day, it compensate me paying my bills. Who is not happy being paid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being random here, I don’t believe in Multi-Level-Marketing work. Someone say it is a scam but still, there are people out there who have proved that it work and the commission are lucrative. My issue is that I am an idiot always being sucked into spending money on products that seems all fabulous. Sigh… I am just praying hard it works…it better work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are happening at the moment and people are coming home for the Lunar Festive. Very excited, will talk more soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-5203122642268608258?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/5203122642268608258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=5203122642268608258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5203122642268608258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/5203122642268608258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/perhaps-this-or-perhaps-that.html' title='Perhaps this or perhaps that'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2707748485026099643</id><published>2009-01-14T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:32:34.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Because I am  High...</title><content type='html'>Literally that is...I just swallowed in a whole lot of medication for my sore throat, fever, flu, cough and whatever not...feeling very stoned up now. I know, talk about me being random, right? Oh, on the note of randomness, do you know, I always had a file named 'random' storing all my photos that I had no occasion to name for. Saying so, *drum roll please...introducing my random photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheap Thrill that can be done in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuY85voI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ebK1jhsw6Hk/s1600-h/DSC08380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuY85voI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ebK1jhsw6Hk/s320/DSC08380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167409178787458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Catching up for Fridays drink when the 'important' people are away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Free beer courtesy of the Cold Storage launch below the office and Vodka Cranberry - juice flicked off the office fridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuetkxEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/g33bCQ1s58Q/s1600-h/DSC08383.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuetkxEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/g33bCQ1s58Q/s320/DSC08383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167410725110850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People I spent pretty much my days with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4BB3oGguI/AAAAAAAAAPw/k8a_HWNZQ-w/s1600-h/DSC08386.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW4BB3oGguI/AAAAAAAAAPw/k8a_HWNZQ-w/s320/DSC08386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167743830557410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...and why you should not drink too much - when the boys start hugging each other instead of the girls, that is so salah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have talent molding flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuPvU3PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jj9vLIhiBJk/s1600-h/DSC08123.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuPvU3PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jj9vLIhiBJk/s320/DSC08123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167406705925362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To prove that we were really getting our hands dirty - AmanDot and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuC--9bI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/279Px2Y5Qp8/s1600-h/DSC08124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuC--9bI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/279Px2Y5Qp8/s320/DSC08124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167403281937842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These are the flowers we helped to shape for Melvyn's wedding cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AtxxtpoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wqPuIWql1yE/s1600-h/DSC08128.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AtxxtpoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wqPuIWql1yE/s320/DSC08128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167398662874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See how focused we were - we now self -exclaim that we are little flower 'gurus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another party I crashed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4VIEGyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KO98eMSQVFI/s1600-h/n577836293_1941759_7972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4VIEGyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KO98eMSQVFI/s320/n577836293_1941759_7972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291166480438926114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With one of my cronies - AmanDot and me&lt;br /&gt;*Her Uni mates had a 'friend-of-a-friend' party where you can invite any of your friends to invite any of their friends to participate in an private party in rented hotel apartment...OooOoo, sound dodgy all the sudden~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4HZ9soI/AAAAAAAAAO4/z0bwBo8Nq4o/s1600-h/n577836293_1941758_7736.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4HZ9soI/AAAAAAAAAO4/z0bwBo8Nq4o/s320/n577836293_1941758_7736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291166476755907202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Group picture - Sorry, I forgot his name but I know he is a pilot with SIA if that helps, with AmanDot and EricY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugs anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4DhpXtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eUd8xgtBQkY/s1600-h/DSC08283.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4DhpXtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eUd8xgtBQkY/s320/DSC08283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291166475714387666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NoSugarHighGirl with her bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Our colleague travelled to LAOS and bought us little  treats that we ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4HTBkWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fGHyOM_zZN4/s1600-h/DSC08280.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_4HTBkWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fGHyOM_zZN4/s320/DSC08280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291166476726800738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Josie with her bugs which she munched on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_38jtT1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/PUj093YsugU/s1600-h/DSC08276.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW3_38jtT1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/PUj093YsugU/s320/DSC08276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291166473843986258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not for the weak stomch - see the bugs we feast on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, medication are kicking in. My hands are trembling...&lt;/span&gt;I.need.to.go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2707748485026099643?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2707748485026099643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2707748485026099643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2707748485026099643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2707748485026099643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-i-am-high.html' title='Because I am  High...'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW4AuY85voI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ebK1jhsw6Hk/s72-c/DSC08380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2348858796367359608</id><published>2009-01-14T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:59:47.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Leave me be…</title><content type='html'>It just dawn to me that being sick and working in an agency doesn’t really get one any sympathy vote because end of the day, being on medical leave or not, you still need to have your deliverables done else you are messing up the whole timing. Pretty much everyone in the office is down with a horrid cough. How germs travel in office, very bad. I been feeling restless and could really take some rest. Also, I been eating more than usual and can never feel satisfied. I am so going to get fat being sick. On a serious note, I think my munching habit is due to me quitting my oral fixation. I really hope this is not the scenario else I would really put on the pounds…fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I fear… because MrWang is officially off for his trip to Downunder and I am picking up some of his duties for now which I am not familiar with – DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked if I missed my old job with the flexibility it had. Well, NO. I am moving on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crashing parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with VivChia and the old gang for dinner at our little Thai corner followed by drinks at the usual hangout spot. Ah, things just never change with them and sometimes, I do miss these moments. TheBrother had no choice but to be my plus-one. Someone asked if he was my little boyfriend…like hello, don’t you guys see the resemblance there? I really thought that we were calling it an early night, which apparently was not the case because TheBrother was convinced to head off to Velvet to party with the gang, my old gang that is. How people bond these days...Well, pretty much at that stage, I felt like the one tagging along but this comes the interesting part…TheBrother was underage to enter Velvet. So if you think we left, you got it all wrong. I gave him the car keys and sent him home while I partied on. Early night, right? Anyway, I lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW33NuiDV1I/AAAAAAAAANw/_3GNoBHXgVg/s1600-h/n801544128_1857250_7892.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW33NuiDV1I/AAAAAAAAANw/_3GNoBHXgVg/s320/n801544128_1857250_7892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291156952431417170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With my favorite people -  VivChia, me and TheBrother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW33N5eJreI/AAAAAAAAAOA/S72hXWYcNWA/s1600-h/n801544128_1857310_7131.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW33N5eJreI/AAAAAAAAAOA/S72hXWYcNWA/s320/n801544128_1857310_7131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291156955367845346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let the posing begin - Chloe, me and Linia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW33N6D2hxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mbOlUiww-FA/s1600-h/n801544128_1857308_6290.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW33N6D2hxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mbOlUiww-FA/s320/n801544128_1857308_6290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291156955525973778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mix emotion - Us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW36w_S4FkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_UQeWSeBmrI/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW36w_S4FkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_UQeWSeBmrI/s320/untitled1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160856761472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The two darlings are leaving me for Sydney - EllyB, VivChia and me&lt;br /&gt;(EllyB nearly straggled me from hugging)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW36wk5Zl4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7J_9HqdMAa8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW36wk5Zl4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7J_9HqdMAa8/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160849675294594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Birthday Boy - VivChia, me and Arif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW33ObQ0j7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7QxcI9DvS_w/s1600-h/n623250070_2431116_448.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/_1_040J_WJps/SW33ObQ0j7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7QxcI9DvS_w/s320/n623250070_2431116_448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291156964438740914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Party People Reunite - Bernie, me, VivChia and MichWong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice catching up and I hope to go crazy with this bunch again of party animals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A kiss is a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guess who gave me a peck on my cheecks? No, not a guy because it happened in the ladies. I know, how much random can I be in meeting friends, right? Anyway, it was an alarmingly positive encaunter I reckon if I was not being yelled at. Fine, I am just being drama. Anyhow, VivChia was there too but I had the special treatment. Not only was I hugged twice, I got a farewell kiss. Go on, guess who...ask me and I will tell.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2348858796367359608?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2348858796367359608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2348858796367359608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2348858796367359608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2348858796367359608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-me-be.html' title='Leave me be…'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SW33NuiDV1I/AAAAAAAAANw/_3GNoBHXgVg/s72-c/n801544128_1857250_7892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7422619761454422924</id><published>2009-01-05T21:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:46:25.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Trying a hand on movie making</title><content type='html'>I can now multitask by watching the telly, sending text messages, having my dinner and...animate a movie. Now, how many of you can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to watch my movie: &lt;a href="http://www.xtranormal.com/watch?e=20090105084203630"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Taurus and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=350&amp;amp;width=500&amp;amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/6dd90eec-db2b-11dd-b9df-001b210acd5f_3.flv&amp;amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/6dd90eec-db2b-11dd-b9df-001b210acd5f_3_0.jpg&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=false" width="500" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I am now hooked on this...one last video: &lt;a href="http://www.xtranormal.com/watch?e=20090105094008532"&gt;Indian me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/69286274-db32-11dd-bfe0-001b210ae39a_2.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/69286274-db32-11dd-bfe0-001b210ae39a_2_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-7422619761454422924?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/7422619761454422924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=7422619761454422924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7422619761454422924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/7422619761454422924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-hand-on-movie-making.html' title='Trying a hand on movie making'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2412297735384265267</id><published>2009-01-05T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:00:16.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>It will be a lie to say that I am happy the way things are, because things can be better if more effort is taken. It’s only natural I guess to be envious of what others possess and not being thankful of what we have – of course I am talking about me. My issue is I want so many things and lost track of what I really need. I am envious of people who have more money, better career, bigger car, understanding parents, more friends, a loving partner, opportunity to travel the world... and the list will never end. But, will I be content? All I want now is to spend time with me to understand who I am and how can I reach out to others apart from focusing on me. I am letting go a small piece of me now to start moving forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2412297735384265267?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2412297735384265267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2412297735384265267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2412297735384265267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2412297735384265267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-429768160310945272</id><published>2009-01-04T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:52:15.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Listening to the little voice within</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take baby step in taking charge of the little things that I can control in life. In priority would be to get rid of my bad oral fixation habit. No, this is not a New Year resolution. It’s just that the short break had made me realize that I don’t have much of a balance in life wellness. The past few days made gave me flash back of the stupid things that I have done in the past. And, I am not saying that I regret what happened because my past experience made me a better person I am today. Fine, I want to believe that I AM a BETTER person today. Regardless, why dwell in the past? What that is important now is to move forward and experience a whole new roller coaster. What’s life without stress, worries and troubles? Saying so, the first REAL step I have taken TODAY is to return and serve in church. All it takes is dedication, patient and passion. I know the little voice has always been there guiding me, it’s just me refusing to acknowledge it. All I need is discipline and people who will accept me for who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-429768160310945272?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/429768160310945272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=429768160310945272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/429768160310945272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/429768160310945272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/listening-to-little-voice-within.html' title='Listening to the little voice within'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-2878398787422838991</id><published>2009-01-03T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:54:11.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Take it as a preview</title><content type='html'>I think I deserve a medal for hanging out with TheParents. It just further enhanced how NyanyukMom is not only nyanyuk, but she is also deaf, blind and have no taste while AngryDad is living both of their life…Seriusly, the two are like 5 years old kid on excursion. Basically, I drove them to Ikano. Before we can even leave my housing area, NyanyukMom is already nagging about my driving, on how she get car-sick because she is the back seat passenger, on why are my ‘sporty’ car so noisy, on how she has buckle up to help me avoid the backseat fine from the police if she has not buckled up and her endless word of wisdoms, whatever they are. Then of course you have AngryDad who agrees with her by just adding on ‘Yes dear…’ Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So AngryDad and me got into a conversation a.k.a gossiping on a particular cousin who bought an apartment too pricey for the space it offers, and also how the particular cousin’s father is very upset because the apartment is too expensive. NyanyukMom even added that the place from what she heard from the aunties is too small, not worth the money put in by the particular cousin. Being the fabulous cousin I am, I explained to TheParent that the apartment is meant for investment and is on a very strategic location which will attract demand for rental. Therefore it is a wise decision made by the particular cousin. And when you think the conversation is over, guess what NyanyukMom asked? She asked how big were the apartment and how much did the unit cost? This is coming from the woman who sat through the entire conversation, who told us the apartment was too small and costly and got all her inputs from the aunts. I give up…instead of admitting ignorance, she digress she couldn’t hear us because the radio, which was not on, was too loud….someone please figure her out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AngryDad’s advice – take all everything as an preview of how the future lies with them in coming years…die-la like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-2878398787422838991?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/2878398787422838991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=2878398787422838991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2878398787422838991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/2878398787422838991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-it-as-preview.html' title='Take it as a preview'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-4596323319355018235</id><published>2009-01-03T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:53:25.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>If only Maxis had a Yellow Man</title><content type='html'>I’m thinking of changing my pre-paid line (Yes, I am still on PREPAID) to a post-paid line. Having a cousin who worked with MAXIS who rave on the postpaid cheaper rate and agrees on the bad call centre customer service attitude, I decided to walk into MAXIS to check the plans offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the experience? Very DISSAPPOINTING! I felt as if the Sales Person did not take me seriously, like you know, I am a small fry who will not boost his commission hence him rushing me off. I wanted to know what phone plans they had if I took a higher postpaid line, Salesman gave me the attitude of ‘this phone is very cheap only, you buy this-la…no need to look at the more complex phone’ like hello, I am not here to purchase a phone for fish sake. Since MAXISCousin told me that there is an unlimited 3G plan offered now I decided to inquirefrom Salesman who look at me in the face and stated ‘I don’t get what you want’. Like which part of ‘what unlimited 3G plans do you have’ sound so confusing to him? In the end, I walked off, no point talking to Salesman who does not take a potential sale seriously based on a person’s outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough, I think he didn’t take me seriously coz I looked like a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143584844033796087-4596323319355018235?l=josielifeswork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/feeds/4596323319355018235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143584844033796087&amp;postID=4596323319355018235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4596323319355018235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143584844033796087/posts/default/4596323319355018235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josielifeswork.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-only-maxis-had-yellow-man.html' title='If only Maxis had a Yellow Man'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710123791364388243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SjkA0DwtaLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PSQsXFyh6Vw/S220/DSC08650.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143584844033796087.post-7469597640323304500</id><published>2009-01-02T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:36:57.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Salary sadness…</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling of approaching month end, knowing that salary would be banked into my account in due time. It’s just nice knowing that there will be access money to splurge on and indulge – it’s bad, I know but hey, it’s fact of life. Oh and yes, because we are looking at hard time ahead, I am already minimizing my spending. Still, can someone explain why is it that when one has a higher earning power, so will the spending power increase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the ‘excitement’ of expecting the monthly salary – I have the capability to spend 60% of my total income on bills alone. There is the never ending housing loan bill for the next 30 years, insurance installments, *cough credit card bills and a whole other list, which is not worth being mentioned. Seriously, if I was supporting a toyboy perhaps then it is worth the highlight but this is not the case, sigh. So tell me, what is so exciting about getting salary apart from knowing that it will GONE within72 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_040J_WJps/SWCRAVYh5_I/AAAAAAAAANo/vV1apmJb8Gg/s1600-h/DSC03379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display
