<?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-4135152296959135806</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:16:40.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinking Shoebox - Time To Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>I tell the stories...you read and analyse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-269994424108676409</id><published>2011-07-30T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:39:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goobye Ops Team Alpha - Goodbye G Div</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The countdown is finally over. T02358 is now history and for the next 2 months, I am NOT unemployed : ) but a full-time housewife. The wonders of being a wife, you don’t get to be unemployed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So once again, I find myself writing my goodbye, only this time; it is not a transfer posting...it is for good. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As I drove out of the station, it dawned on me, that this is it! No more turning back. You can either see it as a brave move or merely stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To me, I am only pursuing something that has caught my interest recently. And knowing me, my interest in something does not come by easily. Just as how I decided to become a police officer, that is exactly how I decided to be an early childhood educator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May 2010 – I embarked my new journey in Ops Team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July 2011 – I ended my journey, not only in Ops Team, but as a law enforcer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As much as I am excited about leaving, a part of me feels sad. Sad, about having to leave a good company of friends. Friendship, which bonded over a short period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though the work may suck at times here...in CO at least, since that is my “specialty’’....YOU my friends, are the ones that make me want to come to work, not the work itself (NO WAY!!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With this, I would like to extend my utmost appreciation, to all of you, who have showed me the ropes and guide me, to make me the officer I was during my short stint in Ops Team. I learnt from each one of you. Each of you played a role in showing me the ropes – be it my seniors as well as my juniors, be it regulars or ns. I did my best in learning as fast as possible and carrying out my job to my best ability. From not knowing anything about being a PIC officer, I had grown to learn so much to be the officer that I was. If I was ever good at all, the credit goes to you. But should I fail to perform in any way, I do apologise. And of course, if I had offended anyone with my jokes, my naggings, my actions or what have you, do forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall always remember my life in CO. It was all about the biker boys with their forever bike topics, the 3 stooges who ganged up against me, my gossip female partner who when we get together, it will be chaos, my wonderful SC brothers who are forever nagged at by me and not to forget, my not well-liked singing : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You...the dudes and the babes are superb! I will definitely miss all of you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Team Alpha has always been the best so do keep team Alpha flag soaring high as always.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As for me, I shall find new peeps to torture with my naggings and singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adios Ops Team Alpha...till we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Seri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-269994424108676409?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/269994424108676409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/07/goobye-ops-team-alpha-goodbye-g-div.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/269994424108676409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/269994424108676409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/07/goobye-ops-team-alpha-goodbye-g-div.html' title='Goobye Ops Team Alpha - Goodbye G Div'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-846138146430294812</id><published>2011-06-15T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T03:44:58.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizbox</title><content type='html'>Get To Know Yourself - http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;50-50 probably right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;hmmm.... First impression&amp;nbsp;matters - and that includes appearance and personality especially how a man behaves ie his conversation and jokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;Not quite. It normally does not take me long to commit if I like a person.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;There is no such thing as the right person. It is up to the 2 of us to make it right. That is what I feel at least. We may be perfect for each other but if we fail to keep it going, that right person may just be the wrong person.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;I love to study. I just hate memorising and sitting for exams or being asked on-the-spot questions. And yes, my job is unusual. Wasted my 3 years studying and wrecking my brains for Accounting, only to flush them down the toilet bowl.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;True...I had many dream jobs but none achieved. I ended up being in a job that I thought would be fun, but NOT...have long regretted but staying just because I need an income that can pay for my necessities and my luxuries.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;not afraid of failure. I don't&amp;nbsp;mind failing coz&amp;nbsp;I learn from&amp;nbsp;my mistakes.&amp;nbsp;Just hate the idea of not being able to keep up to expectations and being looked upon as a dumb ass who just cant work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;What you wear IS important. That is what you call first impression.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;(My say:&amp;nbsp;I can be a good listener. But I am not an expert in giving advice. I only love to nag.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-846138146430294812?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/846138146430294812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/06/quizbox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/846138146430294812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/846138146430294812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/06/quizbox.html' title='Quizbox'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4111475721307220516</id><published>2011-01-22T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:01:55.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;22nd January 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed that today didn't turn out well. The plans that I had didn't even take place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when turns did not turn out the way I would like it to be, I become cranky, moody...and that is ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always, when I am cranky, he will follow my mood....and when he is "in my mood", he will drive like shit. When he drives like shit, I will become more cranky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With all the crankiness in me nearing its peak, nothing can make it better, not even if you are the president. At most, I will give you my plastic fake smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our dinner only made it worst. The food that I ordered had my most hateful ingredient in it - mushroom. OMG! Crankiness level - definitely maximum! No point changing coz the waiter said and I quote, "That's the only sauce we have"..this means, even if they take back my plate, at most they will only physically remove the mushrooms and give me back the same plate, which kind of like defeat the purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ayang was left eating on his own, while I sat there, giving my most hateful face ever to anyone who passes by the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still pissed of with today, but as of now, my crankiness level has gone down to 50%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Happy 5th Ayang. ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His creations during our dating days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_w2ioTdUPBo/TXdOjPGBejI/AAAAAAAAAes/cIsSGzdqVcU/s1600/2010-12-11+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_w2ioTdUPBo/TXdOjPGBejI/AAAAAAAAAes/cIsSGzdqVcU/s320/2010-12-11+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The only thing that made me smile today is being at my buddy's wedding reception. It has been so long since we last saw each other. He is finally married to the girl of his dream and I am very happy for him. No more single-mingle my&amp;nbsp;friend. Welcome to the club! : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4111475721307220516?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4111475721307220516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4111475721307220516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4111475721307220516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_w2ioTdUPBo/TXdOjPGBejI/AAAAAAAAAes/cIsSGzdqVcU/s72-c/2010-12-11+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4766257858589977942</id><published>2011-01-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:30:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>Superb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 big black trash bags to dispose of. All from the store room. It took me a good 2 hour to organise my store room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another day of cleaning. Many more things to throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Time for my dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4766257858589977942?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4766257858589977942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4766257858589977942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4766257858589977942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8935406412463905008</id><published>2011-01-20T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:02:56.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>It is 4pm now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone at home. Ayang is away at work, on Thaipusam duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am doing some spring cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am now at laundry #3... will be going to set #4 soon. Yes..I have that much of laundry to do today. Today is a good day to do the laundry. The sun is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frigging hungry now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the fridge for me to cook besides eggs. I do not feel like going out to buy anything. I have tonnes of things to do at home today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just have the basic best meal ever...white rice and an an omelette, with black soya sauce (kicap cap kipas) yum yum yum. Oh wait..I can have sardines too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do just that...NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow....I just had&amp;nbsp;the best meal ever. I am so full and hyped up. Energy has been refilled in my system. Time to do more work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry #3 is done. Bedsheets changed. I vacuum as I go along...Need to make sure there's no dust or else I will be sneezing all through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi-tasking as always... blogging, watching tv and cleaning up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding whether to change the curtains or not.&amp;nbsp;I am loving the pink, black and white combinations that I have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clear the store room, my cupboard, my files and probably my wardrobe too...get rid of all unused clothings that are taking up the space. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The time now is 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will start with the store room first. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8935406412463905008?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8935406412463905008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8935406412463905008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8935406412463905008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5282941977367063947</id><published>2011-01-19T11:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:47:27.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F9</title><content type='html'>Spring cleaning my files and my 1998 O Level Results catches my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years, I always wonder. Not sure whether to be proud or ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world can a so-called Science student attained these kind of grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Physics: C6&lt;br /&gt;Pure Chemistry: F9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahkaozz...what a failure. My science teachers probably had a heart attack back then. No 100% pass in Pure Chemistry, all thanks to me : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied my homework. And even during science practical, I copied the answers from those sitting at the bench behind me. I only liked doing the practical, but not answering the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best, but the book was too thick for me. It made me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand all those stupid equations no matter how hard I tried. My text book became my sketch book during class. Physics was easier to learn but I studied at the very last minute. I guess C6 is considered good enough. Otherwise, it could have been another F9 on the report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word 'tuition' does not exist in my family. My parents never sent us for tuition..never...not when I was sitting for my P4 streaming, not when I was sitting for my PSLE...never.... I did well for my PSLE though. Good enough for me...one star, 2A and 1B. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, I survived on self study, even if my grades were not up to standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same kind of luck lingers even when I was in polytechnic. Last minute homework aka copy -the-smart-kids-homework. Yet I pulled through my 3 years with no failures in any of the subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuckilyI did not become a teacher. Or else I would probably see many students who are like me and each time, I would be reminded of the lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5282941977367063947?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5282941977367063947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/f9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5282941977367063947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5282941977367063947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/f9.html' title='F9'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3720849510707994037</id><published>2011-01-18T00:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:27:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TTR56YdmM6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1Ld8axWbgx8/s1600/small_typoGenerator_1295284664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563205483615368098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TTR56YdmM6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1Ld8axWbgx8/s320/small_typoGenerator_1295284664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only January.....and yet I have lesser money and leave days than I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it all boils down to having his birthday and our wedding anniversary in the same month. But it's cool...all in the name of love and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a week since his birthday. We had an awesome time in Phuket. Hopefully on his next birthday, we shall venture elsewhere, somewhere further probably. But the thought of taking longer leave when the year just started scares me. We'll talk about it when 2012 comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had his pre-birthday sabo some time before his birthday. Sabo #1 was having cake smeared all over his face. Sabo #2 was 2 days ago....ice cubes in his pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tradition within the group of friends...or should I say it's revenge. Everyone gets their fair share on their birthday, be it advance or belated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 5th wedding anniversary is coming up next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies....it's been 7-8 goods years of sharing our life together as a couple and I am loving each and every moment together. Of course we have our ups and downs. What matters is how we overcome each obstacle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan of going to Australia with mum and dad has been cancelled. I could not get any leave slots in June. But my intention of sending them to visit my aunt there is still on. They can have their honeymoon there hehehe...Whenever you are ready Mum &amp;amp; Dad just let me know and I will get the tickets for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January has been stupendous for me. Looking forward to many other good months in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&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/4135152296959135806-3720849510707994037?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3720849510707994037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3720849510707994037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3720849510707994037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2011/01/first.html' title='The First'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TTR56YdmM6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1Ld8axWbgx8/s72-c/small_typoGenerator_1295284664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1785999126944109277</id><published>2010-12-31T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:52:52.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010</title><content type='html'>Team Boltz 2nd Anniversary just went past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated it with a simple dinner at Simpang Bedok and a short session of prawning at Pasir Ris Farm Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company that turned up makes it a difference between boring simple and joyful simple. But of course as always, it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where there is cake  + Jas...it is = sabo time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a mess of the place but we are responsible people. We cleaned up the mess...picking up the pieces of cake that were left on the floor. Some people wouldn't even bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contented and full, we left the place for a session of prawning. Ayang is beginning to show interest in prawning of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really into fishing or prawning as I do not like the idea of seeing live things being captured. But I do stick around and join in the fun. Contradicting I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially do not like to watch documentary on wild life animals pouncing on their prey. I find it gory. Even though I know that it is normal. Natural life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is coming to an end. Big deal. 2011 is just another year...another 365 days of work shit load. Another year of getting older. But as always, I only look forward to holidays, weddings and what not. Aug 2011 in particular...waiting for the debarment to be lifted. Shit that I landed myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only praying for a happy marriage, for my family and friends to be in great health, better finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who are looking forward to celebrating the new year with a great bang, have a great time but remember safety comes first. Take care of your belongings. Take care of your body. I will be embracing the new year in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1785999126944109277?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1785999126944109277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1785999126944109277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1785999126944109277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2010'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2589666224388574790</id><published>2010-12-12T23:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:18:46.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all around</title><content type='html'>**Emotional**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have a perfect life and I may not be free of sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that I have hurt, I am sorry. For the mistakes that I have could have avoided, I learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect. If this is how my life story has to be, I will readily go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I have a beautiful family...beautiful in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY. I LOVE MY IN-LAWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the bautiful friends that I have. I am grateful for any friendship that developed over time, be it BFFs, be it colleagues, be it just a facebook friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can I ask for? I am satisfied. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2589666224388574790?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2589666224388574790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-all-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2589666224388574790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2589666224388574790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-all-around.html' title='Love is all around'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5609250976865164891</id><published>2010-12-10T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:10:02.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OKB...Alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the money won't stay in the bank for too long. The holiday expenses are taking up 1/3 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all fellow civil servants, enjoy your bonuses...but do remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay your debts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;save a bit for rainy days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Credit Bureau screening coming up...do not be trapped in the danger zone (financial embarassment)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That aside, waiting for the arrival of my new car grill. Since COE is going insane lately and I can't change my car anytime soon. I guess I will just need to do some modification instead. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TQJQT2dvn2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/o0NF-yInLko/s1600/76chevroletaveo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549085992841879394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TQJQT2dvn2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/o0NF-yInLko/s320/76chevroletaveo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Waiting waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5609250976865164891?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5609250976865164891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/okb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5609250976865164891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5609250976865164891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/okb.html' title='OKB'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TQJQT2dvn2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/o0NF-yInLko/s72-c/76chevroletaveo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5535130564402383968</id><published>2010-12-06T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:58:36.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holz</title><content type='html'>Oh yeshhh ar! Next month holiday has been confirmed! We are going back to where we always feel we belong to - Patong Beach, Phuket : ) Dear husband, please enjoy the holiday that I so dearly painstakingly planned just for you *love*love*love* Happy 32 next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can afford the time away from work as often as I want to, that will probably be the only destination that my dear darling husband would want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for my next, next or next birthday, I would want him to bring me to ermm New Zealand, Switzerland, Maldives or Denmark! Haha... I miss NZ woohoo.. the freezing cold weather where I need not have to shower geeezzzz haha, where my cousins and I all slept under the heater when the heater does not seem to generate enough warmth for us, where we could eat nothing but fish &amp;amp; chips, fish &amp;amp; chips and fish &amp;amp; chips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting shorter...we really need to venture out more dear husband. We've been to Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand....I am so bringing you to Brunei, Hong Kong, Japan, Taiwan, Turkey and the list goes on, one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list the places that I have been thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia - JB, Kota Kinabalu, Malacca, Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;Brunei&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia - Bali, Bandung, Jakarta, Bintan, Batam&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Gold Coast&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand - Auckland, Rotorua, Christchurch, Queenstown...???&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia - Jeddah, Makkah, Madinah&lt;br /&gt;Turkey - Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Bangkok, Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must admit, the list is a bit boring...so must travel more all over the world...much more to see and experience. Give me more money, more bonuses and more leave days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Down to Phuket! Phuket! Phuket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5535130564402383968?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5535130564402383968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/holz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5535130564402383968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5535130564402383968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/holz.html' title='Holz'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1312292654896016535</id><published>2010-12-03T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:32:10.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Bird</title><content type='html'>The flu bug has hit me. I was fine yesterday morning until it rained so heavily. The next thing I knew, I was sneezing profusely, a tell-tale sign of me falling sick. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the amount of tissue paper I used within 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TPhbJm6LLSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xQZmj9T918U/s1600/sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546283161728265506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TPhbJm6LLSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xQZmj9T918U/s320/sick1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to bed hugging not my pillow, but a tissue box. Really,I was! I woke up with the box lying comfortably next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My necessities for the day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fluffy pillow, vicks, box of tissue and of course a hot cup of milo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TPhbJzfu8YI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rsk7N_JAi-A/s1600/sick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546283165107024258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TPhbJzfu8YI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rsk7N_JAi-A/s320/sick2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of my flu medicine so I only popped paracetamol and some cough syrup. Hopefully it is enough to shoo germs away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I need to get some more rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1312292654896016535?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1312292654896016535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1312292654896016535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1312292654896016535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-bird.html' title='Sick Bird'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TPhbJm6LLSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xQZmj9T918U/s72-c/sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8279641732339873678</id><published>2010-11-25T22:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:20:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>The past few months had been very hectic. I have more hang-out friends now. In the past, the usual suspects when it comes to gathering would be my old secondary school girlfriends. Now my gathering friends have extended to my husband's friends who have now become my friends. These new-found friends are forever planning for something. We've had birthday celebrations, bbq, went to Jb for go-kart, a short getaway to Batam and the most common activity would be shisha-ing at Arab Street and spending time with their remote control cars. There's more activity to come with the upcoming Team Boltz Anniversary. My friends would say, "Wah Seri, I see you now happening like dat. Everytime got things to do." Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself feeling more stretched out than before and I am missing my girlfriends. I need to have a meet-up with the babes, their men and their boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A s for now, I need ideas...ideas ideas ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time of the month when I would be racking my brain planning for his birthday. For the past years...his birthday present would be in the form of overseas trip. I dislike planning for birthdays in Singapore because I tend to run out of ideas on where to go and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still deciding on whether to stick to the usual destinations or venture out to other places, whether to go for rest &amp;amp; relax or shopping getaway and whether to opt for a fancy villa with private pool or the common hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the bonus for the year end is out, I am planning out my budget...having to set aside some of the money for mum &amp;amp; dad plane tickets to australia, to pay my still-not-yet-finished-loan to my brother, saving up for the near future car and of course some savings for rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my creations for his past birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a so-called last minute preparation for his birthday card. I didn't have anything to work on so I just brushed on some silver paint onto a hard thing (whatever that is) and wrote on the 'card'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TO6dTBcqAMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TD4EQwPcJX0/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543541141471363266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TO6dTBcqAMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TD4EQwPcJX0/s320/photo1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a better looking project. Well, that's because I used this idea before but with a bit of improvements here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TO6HxEs-SwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jwFp18i9XS8/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543517468485372674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TO6HxEs-SwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jwFp18i9XS8/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside...more updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011...another major wedding for my family. My elder brother will be tying the knot next year. Insya-Allah. It would probably be a simple wedding, as my elder brother is not hyped up about big weddings. I am praying for no major disease like last time when H1N1 affected a mojority of my team mates., which resulted in me, not being able to witness my younger brother's solemnisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work-wise, my ordeal will end next year. I am crossing my fingers that no other bad luck will befall me until then or ever again. Especially now when it feels like are always more prone to complaints and that we are working in time bomb, just waiting to go BOOM! People always asked me whether is it better being in or out and my answer is always the same..."Each has its pros and cons"... At the very least I have tasted both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 went too fast. In fact, the past few years seemed to have gone past just like that. Especially in this fast pace nation that I am residing in, where time is money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8279641732339873678?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8279641732339873678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/11/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8279641732339873678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8279641732339873678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/11/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/TO6dTBcqAMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TD4EQwPcJX0/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4144383213200647972</id><published>2010-05-18T00:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:11:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell - for team Alpha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Farewell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear fellow colleagues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;15.05.10 was my last day at Tampines NPC, my second home for the past years. : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't tell you how difficult it is to describe how sad I am about leaving. It is hard to have to leave after 7 over years especially when this place holds sentimental memories of me and my husband. Despite the ups and downs, I am proud to have been a part of Tampines NPC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It had been a challenging as well as a life-changing post for me since day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I was first posted here in February 2003, I never thought that I would be so connected to the team (a warm community of people) and even to this rectangular 4-storey building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All of you have helped me through my journey here – we shared the sorrow during difficult times and laughter during joyous times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For me, my journey here wasn’t all smooth and eventful. Afterall, I was one of the 7 wonders (of TP). I cannot describe how tough it was at that time. Yes, it was demoralizing but we survived. It has been 3 over years and here we are, still standing strong. I believe that l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ife is filled with adver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sity but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; it’s how you react to it that matters. When in adversity, we have to change our attitude from negative to positive and do not be discouraged by setbacks. Be classy through triumph and failure. Nevert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;heless, you will face obstacles and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; the key to moving past them is to never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18.05.10 - I will be embarking on my new journey and starting a new phase of my career at a hopefully, full of yet-to-be realised opportunities place. I will be in a strange limbo but I hope to be able to connect to my new team mates, just as I had with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reserve my special thanks to the following people whom I have worked closely with, my fellow Team Alpha officers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sir Ivan – Thank you for your trust in me in handling the leave/mc and preparing the roster. You are a great Team Leader and you will be missed too when you leave. I would like to wish you all the best in advance, for your next posting. Hope to be able to work with you again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mr Ong – I know you will miss me bullying and torturing you and my crappiness. Thank you for your guidance boss. Please don’t speak like a “drunkard” during briefing and stop acting busy 24/7 inside the office. I pity your partner haha. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abg Shaik – My first partner when I first joined the team and also one of the 7 wonders. We were the suay ones, being at the wrong place at the wrong time. But life still goes on, so stay positive! Stop gossiping like a woman!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kung Fu – My PLO and APLO for Vista RC and my former partner in deployment/leave/mc. We are the ones people hate to receive calls from before shift starts (in case they have to be called back to work) haha. Now that I have left, I handover my RC and deployment shit back to you. Continue doing the good job with Chow. Madelyn will be happy to know that you are back in Vista. No more my perfume smell at the staircase!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abg Alfian – “Abang”, Faisal’s favourite phrase. The man who always headed to the toilet, immediately after he eats. The team will be boring without you. You bring life to the team, with your jokes and nonsense. I will forever remember the time when you acted “possessed” when Evelyn the crazy woman came to npc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chow – The one who first … (secret you know I know haha) and my last partner during my last day in npc. My deployment officer partner – I know it’s not easy doing the deployment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People tend to hate us, but be thick skin. I hope you can find yourself a new best FRC partner in no time. If you want to hear the “ni wa wa” song, call me!! No more “small butt” in Alpha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Faisal – my first ride partner. Though it was the longest trip from Bedok to Tampines, I appreciate your offering (not like the rest who left without me!) I have seen you exploded (in size) throughout these years. You are a nice guy who love a simple life. Please remember to zip up and stop scratching.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daren – a.k.a Doctor or Abang. I hope your suayness has turned for the better ever since you are in Alpha. If others bully you, fight back! One advice- please stop repeating what you say : )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ana – My gossip partner. I am the small butt and you are the big butt. A happy-go-lucky girl. Any hot news in the team, don’t forget to tell me! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Joe – Things may have soured between us but we were colleagues afterall. I wish you all the best in whatever you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nazeer – If you have a camera, get it away from him, or you will see him in almost every picture. The one you should never bet on your life on haha. I know, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you want to show off your muscles, but please not in every photos! The one and only - to go shopping at Giant with me. Good luck in your degree education at SIM bro! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alex – the ah-beng of the team. Da Jie advice - stop playing LAN games and stay awake at work you lazy bum bum. I know you miss me because you can no longer quarrel with me in the car. Not that I want to go, I was kicked out :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;( &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shahmee – Life in npc is not the same as your ns life in traffic. Try to learn as much as you can from your seniors. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tay – We didn’t really get to bond for long. Don’t let the regulars bully you though. Good luck! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish all of you the best and continue to find value and meaning in what you do. Do help each other out as a team.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Keep Tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;flag flying high!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4144383213200647972?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4144383213200647972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/05/farewell-for-team-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4144383213200647972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4144383213200647972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/05/farewell-for-team-alpha.html' title='Farewell - for team Alpha'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2506771285247484161</id><published>2010-03-15T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:29:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NPC cat ordeal</title><content type='html'>10.03.10 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told that the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;npc&lt;/span&gt;' cat (a cat with no name) had injured one of her legs. When I came back to work, I saw the cat limping. Although the cat has always irritated the hell out of me (always asking for food...many times a day), I could not stand to see her in that state. Something had to be done. I found out that the cat was ran over by a car. Let us not get into the details on how, why, when, who...Although a name had been mentioned, I now feel that I should not be accusing anyone since I did not see it with my own eyes. I was angry at first, yes, but I believe in "let bygones be bygones", "touch your heart" and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;..... It has already happened, so let us just rectify the problem on hand. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.03.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt;, sent the cat to a nearby vet. It was then made known that the bone had broken into 2 (imagine a pencil being broken into 2...that's how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt; illustrated to us). The vet advised her to go through surgery a.s.a.p to have it mended. The estimated cost was $2K. *shucks* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we began with our 'donate-to-the-cat' foundation. No matter small or big, we accepted with many thanks (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; 'lama lama &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nanti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt;'). I decided to just go ahead and confirm the appointment, whether or not, we can collect the targeted amount. Money wise, later can talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.03.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to raise about $1800 in total....inclusive of mine and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khairul's&lt;/span&gt; share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The injury had worsened - the bones had by now broken into pieces. Pins etc had to be inserted (meaning the cost of the surgery is definitely going to be more than expected). Her leg is now in a cast and she is meowing and growling in pain. She is definitely cranky. The staff asked, "She recognise you or not?" and I said, "She'd better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I've been spending my money and feeding her." But I guess she does recognise me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quitened&lt;/span&gt; down when I looked at her and talked to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surgery was about $2400 in total but we were given a discount, all thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, we had to pay $2K. I am not sure what he said or begged... : ) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt; we were just trying to do a good deed by saving a stray cat, who shamelessly made the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;npc&lt;/span&gt; her home. I topped up the balance, so that we can settle the bills once and for all. For some, it may not be worth it, but I still stand by my principles..."it's only a cat" some might say. I might have to tighten the belt and sacrifice 'shopping' for the moment, but it feels good to know that the cat's problem is settled...for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all of you and also friends/family members of the officers, who had selflessly donated a portion of their hard earned money (like I said, big or small, it is deeply appreciated). Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt; and family too for helping to house the cat for the moment and for the trouble taken to care for the cat temporarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that God bless all of you for your good deeds and charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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/4135152296959135806-2506771285247484161?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2506771285247484161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/03/npc-cat-ordeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2506771285247484161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2506771285247484161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/03/npc-cat-ordeal.html' title='NPC cat ordeal'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3282317703327128202</id><published>2010-02-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:09:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY craziness</title><content type='html'>I had not had fun since the day I fell down the stairs...most of the day was spent at home. So today was a blast! We gathered at Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ong's&lt;/span&gt; house for his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; open house. We started out drinking a lot of packet drinks and goodies, while waiting for the food (or rather 'halal' food - pizza and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kfc&lt;/span&gt; chicken) to arrive. Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; didn't really have to entertain us much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we 'self-serviced' by entertaining ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us managed to squeeze into his sofa, which should only seat 4 persons comfortably. So with 5 of us, it meant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squeezy&lt;/span&gt;. Not that the guys wanted anyway, I myself squeezed in...they were complaining &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; : ) I wanted some soft backing to rest my shoulder on. We became photo-crazy and attempted to try multiple shots, which mostly turned out disastrous and blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; - with Dexter relating some funny stories and also with us laughing at the photo shots that were taken. Fun fun fun....and full full full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3282317703327128202?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3282317703327128202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-craziness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3282317703327128202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3282317703327128202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-craziness.html' title='CNY craziness'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3106578303879910869</id><published>2010-02-25T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:20:38.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinic B</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's visit to the specialist clinic, was an eyesore. I cannot stand it when people are simply impatient. Like as though, they are the only ones whose time is super precious. My appointment was scheduled for 4pm but I was not even attended to at 5pm. She only waited for half an hour, and already started complaining. As she walked back to her seat, I caught her eye and gave her the disgusting look and mumbled to  myself (trying to immitate her), which she saw of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the xray room, another patient was complaining inside the lift. "The wait here so long la...private better, should have gone there."......I so feel like blurting out......"Then waiting for what? Go lah! NATO!".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other scenes which I watched throughout my wait there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was the last one to leave the clinic. *bummer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......Second diagnosis from the orthopaedic doctor, after the second x-ray......no hairline crack noted. She said that there could have been a misalignment of my shoulder joints, thus the pain. With that, I was given 2 weeks of mc, which is good for me and bad for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3106578303879910869?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3106578303879910869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/clinic-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3106578303879910869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3106578303879910869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/clinic-b.html' title='Clinic B'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8105979927354737467</id><published>2010-02-19T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:41:19.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jatuh macam nangka busuk</title><content type='html'>19th February 2010, 0625hrs -I slipped and fell...walking down the staircase, while on the way to work. I fell on my upper back on the steps but I managed to stop myself from tumbling down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How or why that happened? I don't know. All I know is that, at one time, I was walking down the stairs, the next it went 'gedebak'. Of all days, it had to happen when hubz was doing 'tango' and had already gone to work earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the steps with my back and shoulder hurting like hell. The fall made my already hurting shoulder hurts double. Go work or go doctor? I walked to my car...sat inside for sometime then... wtf see doctor lah what else, still must think ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cgh and the x-ray showed a fine line, which doc said could be a crack. Can't confirm until my specialist appointment in a week's time. In the mean time, I have to use the arm sling, just to play safe and in order not to aggravate the injury. No hard work, no carrying of heavy items = no housework for a week!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC till 26th Feb, arm sling for a week... and I escaped my First Aid Recertification..! Maybe you all can pratice on me instead : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8105979927354737467?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8105979927354737467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/jatuh-macam-nangka-busuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8105979927354737467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8105979927354737467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/jatuh-macam-nangka-busuk.html' title='Jatuh macam nangka busuk'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2416296933947482658</id><published>2010-02-12T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:25:36.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>Mum called me earlier in the day and said that Mira is expecting a girl! I knew it....I already said so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my basis for comparison is lame. Seriously lame. This is how I came to the conclusion that my sister in law is expecting a baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren of Tok Jalil:&lt;br /&gt;1st - Daughter (Shamirah)&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Son (Khalid)&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Daughter (Me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandchildren of Tok Jalil:&lt;br /&gt;1st - Daughter (Qistina)&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Son (Afif)&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Daughter (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mum that whoever is getting pregnant next (i.e 4th great grandchildren), will most likely get a son..... : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness...the baby is going to be tall coz the parents are both tall. If she turns out to be short, she must have taken over me instead...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait wait and wait...*tick tock tick tock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2416296933947482658?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2416296933947482658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2416296933947482658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2416296933947482658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2269033719996525113</id><published>2010-02-07T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:08:45.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*In loving memory of Nek Hindon, our late grandmother (07.02.2007).&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we did not cherish you as much as we should while you were still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we had taken you for granted and assumed that you would have lived longer that you did. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we should have taken the opportunity to express our love and gratitude to you, for the love that you have showered us.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, if we could only turn back the hands of time to that day, maybe, we would have done what we should have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU NENEK. WE ALL DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh excuse me, please" was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Please, excuse me too;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't watching for you."&lt;br /&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I.&lt;br /&gt;We went on our way and we said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home, a different story is told.&lt;br /&gt;How we treat our loved ones, young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;br /&gt;My son stood beside me still.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.&lt;br /&gt;"Move out of the way, "I said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;He walked away, his little heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake in bed,&lt;br /&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,&lt;br /&gt;But the children you love, you seem to abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Go and look on the kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find some flowers there by the door.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the flowers he brought you.&lt;br /&gt;He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.&lt;br /&gt;He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I felt very small,&lt;br /&gt;And now my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by his bed,&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "I found them, out by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I picked them because they are pretty like you.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd like them, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I am very sorry for the way I acted today.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware that if we died tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;The company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family.&lt;br /&gt;So what is behind the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY =&lt;br /&gt;(F) ather (A)nd (M)other (I) (L)ove (Y)ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: email dated 09.07.2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2269033719996525113?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2269033719996525113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2269033719996525113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2269033719996525113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7180482684167770963</id><published>2010-02-04T13:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:53:36.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fengshui in Singapore</title><content type='html'>I received this email back in 2003...Authenticity unknown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why plant trees?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why Singapore is known as a Garden City. Why would Singapore go around planting trees? After all, maintaining a Garden City is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the answer - if you were to look at Singapore from the top, Singapore resembles a crab, with its mouth the Singapore river and its back facing Malaysia. We all know that cooked crabs (that means dead crabs) are red, the colour of barren ground. But a live crab is basically a dark shade of green. So, by planting trees, you make Singapore look green and not red, and therefore alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Two prominent districts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kuan&lt;/span&gt; Yew runs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tanjong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pagar&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chok&lt;/span&gt; Tong is in Marine Parade. If you look at Singapore as a crab again, these 2 locations are situated at the positions where the claws of a crab will be. We know the strongest parts of a crab are its claws, so there they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How Singapore was conquered&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill a crab, you stick the chopstick at the side of the crab, which is exactly where the Japanese attacked and conquered Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt; River Clean-Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why clean up a river that spells different memories for many Singaporeans and was one of the reasons for our prosperity in the early years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 80's recession, we had just completed the Benjamin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheares&lt;/span&gt; bridge, which happens ti suspend over the Singapore river, the mouth of the crab. This is as good as tying the mouth of the crab, thus choking it, which explains the recession. In order to get out of it, one way was to clean up the river so that the mouth is clean and wealth can flow in without obstruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds unbelievable? But it seems logical, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing for you to think about whether you believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reach into your pocket and search for a one-dollar coin, and take a good look at it. It is round, no doubt, but it also has a unique octagonal design - which is an important symbol in Chinese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geomancy&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the story of this coin begins. On the island of Singapore, lived a very influential man named Lee. He is very particular about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; the men's balance with nature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a particular day and also time of day to inaugurate any important event. There is also a particular colour of dress, when it comes to important occasions, and so on. He has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; mentor - a famous monk, a particular Venerable, who died recently. Lee would seek the advice of this Venerable, whenever he had to make an important decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-dollar coin came into circulation at the time of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; construction on the island (check the date if you don't believe me). The story goes that the Venerable had advised Lee that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; tunnelling work would be bad for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; of the island, its prosperity etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firm however on pushing ahead with the project, Lee asked if there was anything that could be done to circumvent the bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt;. "Yes", replied the Venerable, "but it may be impossible to implement". Said Lee to the Venerable,"please speak". The Venerable then said that EVERY household on this island must have or must display a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kwa&lt;/span&gt;' or a symbolic octagonal (8-sided) object. Or not, there would be definitely be racial riots. How could lee force every household to have a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kwa&lt;/span&gt;' then at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;"...said the wise Lee - "I have an idea. I know how to make EVERYBODY like to have as many '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kwas&lt;/span&gt;' as possible, and so, our one-dollar coin was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Next Chapter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the economy didn't do quite as well as expected after the circulation of the one-dollar coin. Remember the '85/86 recession? So the Honorary Venerable was consulted again. He said that whilst the one-dollar coin did symbolise the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kwa&lt;/span&gt;', it was of no use if everyone had it in his pocket and failed to display it. So the next idea was born - the road tax label - if you recall, it used to be round and now it is octagonal and it is DISPLAYED. Maybe now, you think this explains the many years of booming economy Singapore had been experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with the recent turmoil in the region and now that the Venerable** is no longer around, what shall we do next? Know any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; experts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**By the way, the monk mentioned is the ex-head of a temple. When he passed away several years ago, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bishan&lt;/span&gt; Park was born because his temple was not allowed to be blocked by any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HDB&lt;/span&gt; flats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7180482684167770963?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7180482684167770963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/fengshui-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7180482684167770963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7180482684167770963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/fengshui-in-singapore.html' title='Fengshui in Singapore'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4097265160341886665</id><published>2010-02-02T14:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:02:19.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips and home remedy</title><content type='html'>I have been clearing loads of paper, bills, bank, insurance, income tax and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cpf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; statements since few days back. Just needed to organise my full of nonsense and cluttered closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some stuff which I wanted to dispose off but they could be rather useful for reference purposes. So I have decided to have them posted on my blog site instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which - tips... home remedy etc...I am not sure how effective these are though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a problem with dry, scaly elbows, cut 2 lemon into half and squeeze out the juice. Place your elbow into a lemon half and gently rub for about 5 minutes. This helps to soften the skin and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smoothen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rough skin areas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of cleaning the inside of a glass bottle with detergent, use crushed egg shells. Put the eggs shells and some water into the bottle and shake well. After 10 seconds, discard the shells and water then rinse the bottle with clean water. It will emerge spotless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiny dried up paint drops on your window grilles or floor skirting can be an eyesore. To remove them, simply rub the affected areas using a soft sponge and some medicated oil. The paint will come off easily. Then wash with soap and water to remove the smell of oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a cold? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Effective&lt;/span&gt; home remedy - boil 2 cans of cola with 8 slices of ginger and 3 slices of lemon for 10 minutes over a low flame. Let the mixture cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; then drink for soothing relief.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To stop your coloured clothes from fading, soak them overnight in a pail of water with 2 teaspoons of salt. The next day, wash and dry as usual. Your clothes will look brighter and new even after repeated washing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To treat insect bites, try applying a mixture of cornstarch and water. This paste is non-irritable and can help your child's diaper rash too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove coffee stains in cups, scrub them with 1 to 2 tablespoons of table salt. Your cups will emerge clean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soap bars left on soap dishes can go soft and slimy when wet. To prevent this, keep your soap bar on a little sponge. It will absorb water so your soap stays dry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here is an easy way to peel oranges and get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rid&lt;/span&gt; of all the pith. Soak the oranges in boiling water for 5 minutes. Then peel as usual. The pith will come off along with the peel and the fruit will look perfect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice some black stains on your iron that make ironing difficult? Simply iron on a banana leaf to remove the stains and get your iron working smoothly again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how to prevent that burning sensation you experience each time you cut green chillies? Apply some cooking oil to your fingers and palm before cutting them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove stains from home electrical appliances like the microwave oven, fridge and coffee maker, apply some baking powder to a wet cloth and wipe the surface of your appliances. Your electrical items will look like new again and won't turn yellow easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To keep ants and other insects out of your kitchen cabinets, place some cloves in each drawer. The smell of the spice will keep the ants away. Change once a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To protect your carpets from insects during storage, sprinkle a handful of dried chillies all over the carpet. Break a few allowing the seeds to spill out. Then roll the carpet tightly and cover the 2 ends with large plastic bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To prevent potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't get rid of coffee stains/tea stains from your mug? Drop a baby steriliser tablet into the mug, fill it with water. Leave for a few hours and you'll be greeted by a sparking clean mug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To prevent oil from splattering when frying, put 1/2 teaspoon of cornflour into the hot oil before throwing in whatever you intend to cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To help with weight loss, d&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rink&lt;/span&gt; a glass of warm water mixed with the juice of 1 medium lemon and a tablespoon of honey first thing in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the kitchen sink gets clogged, pour some baking soda into it and leave overnight. Wash the sink with water the next morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeaky&lt;/span&gt; clean toilet, pour a can of soda into the toilet bowl and leave for 1 hour before flushing clean. The citric acid in the soda removes stains from vitreous china.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To reduce the 'ouch' factor when removing plaster, rub a little baby oil or olive oil all over the plaster and it will come off easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To clean your oven rack, wrap it will foil - dull side out. Heat it on high for 10 to 12 minutes. When it is cool, remove the foil. All the burnt grease and food will fall out and the rack will be spotless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove stubborn stains from your clothes, squeeze juice of a lime into the stain and leave it for a few minutes before washing the clothes as usual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To prevent your fresh shredded coconut from going sour too easily, try placing a red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the bag of the shredded coconut and store in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;. The coconut will stay fresh for up to 5 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove foot calluses - make a paste using 5 or 6 crushed aspirin tablets and a tablespoon of lemon juice. Apply the paste to the calluses, wrap a warm towel over a bag. Leave it for 10 minutes, then unwrap the foot and gently rub the callus off with a pumice stone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want your prized silver to stay in pristine condition? Try &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tucking&lt;/span&gt; a few sticks of chalk into the storage where you keep your silver. Chalk absorbs moisture and helps to keep silver from tarnishing quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove the lingering smell of fish from your cooking utensils and cutlery, try adding a teaspoon of vinegar to the water during the final rinse when washing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pandan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leaves in your car, especially under the car seats to keep the cockroaches away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add a cup of salt to the water when washing new towels. The salt helps set the colour so that your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;towels&lt;/span&gt; won't fade so quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot vinegar is an easy way to remove stubborn paint stains from windows and other glass surfaces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say goodbye to dandruff. Simply cut a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kaffir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lime into half and rub the lime on your scalp. Rinse off after 10 minutes. Do this 2 times a week. It cleanses your scalp and clears the dandruff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have difficulty opening a tight bottle cap, just tie 1 or 2 rubber bands around the cap. It will come off with just one twist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who have oily skin can try this to even skin tone. Beat 1 egg white with one tablespoon of lemon juice. Apply onto skin. Leave till the mixture dries and rinse off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To stop cut apples from turning brown, simply brush the slices with lemon juice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do your glossy photos get stuck together? Use a hair dryer on a low setting to take the photos apart without destroying them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you find that your lady's fingers often get soggy and slimy after cooking? To get crispy lady's fingers, simply add a few drops of lemon juice while cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To stop bleeding gums and bad breath, try brushing your teeth with equal mixture of salt and soda of bicarbonate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you having trouble zipping up your skirt or pants? Get and old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;candle&lt;/span&gt; and rub it over the zip to reduce the friction so that the zip will be easier to pull up and down. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In order not to crack the icing on the cake, warm the knife in boiling water for a while before cutting the cake. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When your tube of mascara appears to have run out or dried up, immerse it in a cup pf hot water for a few minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To cook potatoes faster, add a few drops of cooking oil into the boiling water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get rid of smell on your fingers after cutting fish, cut a lime into half and wash your hands with the pieces under running water. Use the same lime to wipe over the knife to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rid&lt;/span&gt; of any bad odour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beans and cabbages will cook to tender perfection if cooked without salt which causes it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lose water&lt;/span&gt; and go limp. Salt can be added to the veggies after cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much oil floating in your gravy or soup? Throw in a piece of raw lettuce into your pot of soup and the oil will cling into the lettuce after a few seconds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make linen whiter, before laundering, soak the linen in the washing machine of hot water with slices of lemon for an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove burnt marks on cooking pots, fill them with water and detergent and leave to simmer on the stove. After about 15 minutes, wash as usual. The pots will emerge spotless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To prevent your hands from smelling after handling garlic, rub them on a stainless steel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; immediately. It works well to get rid of pungent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;odour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove perfume stains from your clothes, soak some cotton wool in a mixture of vinegar and alcohol. Use it gently to rub the stains - they will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; gradually - then do the laundry as usual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To soften dried mushroom before cooking, soak them in water sprinkled with some sugar for about 15 minutes. The sugar actually cuts in half the time it takes to soften the mushroom and they will taste better too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get rid of bad breath, gargle a teaspoonful of honey and cinnamon powder mixed in hot water first thing in the morning and your breath will stay fresh throughout the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To keep your fridge smelling fresh, place a slice of bread inside to absorb any lingering food odours. Replace the bread every month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems with body odour? Cut a small piece of ginger into thin slices and immerse in the water. Use the water to wash your underarms once a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To clean your chopping board - scrub the surface of the board with salt. Rinse off with warm water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove the smell of bleach from your hands, rub a little vinegar or lemon juice between your hands and rinse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To iron out a stubborn wrinkle on your shirt, wrap an ice cube in a clean cloth and rub it over the wrinkle just before ironing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To ensure freshness in an opened milk powder tin, lay a piece of aluminium foil under the plastic cover. This would ensure that the tin is air tight while keeping out ants and other insects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove candle wax from a candle stand, place the candle stand in a deep freezer for one hour. This will allow the wax to chip off more easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To undo a stuck pants zipper, rub the stuck zip of the pants with a bar of soap or spray with shaving cream. The zip will open easily thereafter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try soaking the toothbrush in salt water before first use to prolong the life of the toothbrush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To rid the refrigerator of any lingering &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; smell, place one potato in the fridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To prevent houseflies from hovering around your food, pour some sesame oil or sprinkle pepper on a small bowl and put it on your table. The smell will deter the houseflies from coming near.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharpen old scissors by cutting across the neck of a glass bottle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remove rust from knives and forks, stick them into an onion and rub them against the onion before washing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To soften brown sugar, place a slice of apple into the hardened brown sugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4097265160341886665?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4097265160341886665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/tips-and-home-remedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4097265160341886665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4097265160341886665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/02/tips-and-home-remedy.html' title='Tips and home remedy'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6059890873883632928</id><published>2010-01-30T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:04:55.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No problemo? My foot!</title><content type='html'>I am pissed. To the core, to the mantle and what have they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my email account gets hacked into and some idiots had been sending spam emails using my email account to god knows who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem resolved (at least for now)..ever since I changed my password to a super duper long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was conned by a rogue anti-spyware program called Internet Security 2010 (want to know more about this, google it up). I have been tricked into thinking that my computer have been infected...resulting in me purchasing this spyware. How I got this? I think it was due to an email that I had opened up because that's when I get the the black screen and fake security alerts. ( I don't know, if you are a computer expert, you tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using Malwarebytes' Anti-Malware to scan my computer on a daily basis if possible to remove whatever there is in my computer system. Now a bit kiasu, PC Tools Spyware Doctor and Ad-Aware installed too...don't know for what but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related to Problem #2...because I had used my debit card (luckily not credit card) for the rogue programme, I would have to cancel my card and probably get a new card. Unfortunately, I have not gotten the time to do just that. Received a letter from the bank with regards to some overseas transaction of well...USD 2.62 (I don't remember using my debit card for this small amount) and they suspected that it could have been an unlegitimate transaction. So now my card has been placed on a temporary referral (i.e. any subsequent transaction made will be referred to the bank for approval first...which is of course good for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up the bank again, and they will get the fraud control department to get back to me and I could probably find out more. I don't even know what the transaction date is. I told the bank to carry on with the temporary referral status until I speak to the fraud control department to confirm this. Luckily I had already transferred my money into my other bank. I really need to cancel this card! Matter still not resolved yet at press time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't install my Norton Internet Security 2009 on my computer. Each time, I will be prompted...'Installation not finished.....bla bla bla....restart computer...bla bla bla'....but still cannot install.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluessless still....Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My credit card payment of 500 bucks has not been received by the bank concerned. A late fee of 50 bucks was charged for the 'late payment'. Payment was made thru AXN machine and a deduction has already been made by my the other bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up the bank and explained to them the problem. A waive has been given so far. Emailed to AXS about the problem and waiting for them to call me asap for further clarifications or explanation. Matter still not resolved yet at press time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else....Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can never be a solution. Carry on working unti I can figure out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Problem #7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep and no work life balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution #7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit...but you will get bored not doing anything and having no money to spend to even have a life...this will probably result in another problem. So I guess this is not a solution after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://sryee.blogspot.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=254082239249&amp;amp;h=00c82c919450a3582fb31f5db5740050&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsryee.blogspot.com%2F" target="_blank"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6059890873883632928?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6059890873883632928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-problemo-my-foot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6059890873883632928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6059890873883632928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-problemo-my-foot.html' title='No problemo? My foot!'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1158787826180647028</id><published>2010-01-14T14:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:00:10.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His 31st at Phuket</title><content type='html'>I have not been to work since the 7th....SYIOK ah! But it will not be long...2 more days and I shall have to step foot at that 4-storey rectangular shape building again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Phuket instead...work always spoil the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Phuket for the 3rd time...this time to celebrate husby's birthday. The first time we went to Phuket was to celebrate my birthday and the second time, was for our 2nd mini honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we went to Patong Beach, a place and surrounding, where we are very much familiar with, so there is no need for a familiarisation exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to go island hopping this time such as Phi Phi Island...but husby didn't want to. Errgh...spoiler. I had already braved myself up before the trip and thought that I would try out the scuba diving thinggy coz it looks fun... : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see....Both of us aren't big fans of sea water....or the open sea rather. I am fine with open sea as long as I am on something like kayaking, dragon boating etc...and it doesn't involve swimming (coz I get leg cramps in cold water and sea water gives me rashes on my legs). Husby on the other hand, doesn't like to be associated with the open sea. I think you can call it a phobia... he gets a bit uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of our money on food instead....since there are so much more halal restaurants now than there were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dip in the pool, which I had to force him to go in. Cold water + husby = resistance.... I don't like cold water either...but hey, it gets warmer once you get in the pool mah.... While in the pool, I begged him and even splashing water at him, "Come ah...come and swim...join me...I am the only idiot swimming alone, while the others have company"...It didn't work. : P He continued lying by the pool and reading his magazine, smiling at me. To stop me from splashing water, he took my Harry Potter book as cover. Smart ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up from the pool, went over to him..forcefully tried to push him into the pool. Of course, I wasn't strong enough to make him budge. So I did the next best thing...Tried to pull his shorts with him into the pool... : ) He gave in finally... The whole experience is like = trying to get a cat into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the spa too...for foot reflexology as well as thai herbal massage. OMG! I read the description wrongly for the thai herbal massage...I didn't know what I had gotten myself into. A lot of pulling, stretching, bla bla bla... I ended up with a stiff left shoulder blade....Well, an experience I suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the FANTASEA thinggy finally...after our 3rd trip here. Even for gold seat tickets, the seats were very cramped..even for a shorty like me. I liked the part where the animals are involved though...the goats, the birds etc...they are just so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate husby's birthday, we went to the beach, where we have been observing people lighting lanterns since the first day we arrived. I thought it would something different..... for him to make a wish upon the lighted lantern, which will then be blown away to who knows where. He did...told him to make a wish...and there goes the lantern up up and away. On the way back to the hotel, stopped by Starbucks, bought a blueberry crumble cupcake, chocolate brownie, dark cherry mocha frap and mango frap. Whilst in the hotel, we used matches for the candles and celebrated by the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime after, the hotel receptionist called and said that they will be delivering a complimentary birthday cake and a fruit basket to the room...for "Mr Fazil" birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a tuk tuk to Premium outlet on the last day...they have stores like Adidas, Nike, Wacoal...bla bla bla...there. Affordable but Expensive. I mean, something that you could probably buy here in Singapore too. But the bra I bought was pretty cheap. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, I didn't want to go back. It has been so relaxing...Husby said, "Can why not...since you already blended in"...Pfft...He was making fun of me coz everybody spoke to me in Thai..the cashier, the massage ladies.... Our conversation will normally begin with me replying "Huh?"...and they said, "Kun Thai?"..."No"...."*laughing and giggling away feeling embarasses* Sorry....thought u Kun Thai"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1158787826180647028?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1158787826180647028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/01/his-31st-at-phuket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1158787826180647028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1158787826180647028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/01/his-31st-at-phuket.html' title='His 31st at Phuket'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7935371917255954804</id><published>2010-01-02T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:45:55.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past and the present year</title><content type='html'>Welcome ME back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post for the year...my 2009 posts ended in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz been extremely busy. They say, life is boring and it is up to you to make it interesting. BUT how do I make my life interesting when I don't even have time for myself. I spent my National Day at the carpark, my 2-days-before-Xmas at the carpark and New Year Eve at the carpark. Don't ask me why...I didn't have a choice (so who said my job is interesting?? I will beat you to a pulp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2009 - I saw and interact with my team mates more than with my families. I have yet to visit my in-laws, my parents...I only work, sleep, work, sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many events to be held this upcoming months...with GE, with F1, with YOG...and the extra work that is being planned SPECIALLY for us, I can foresee what my 2010 will be like. I am now doubtful about my plans to study in July, worried about being overload with work and having to juggle with studies at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I realise many years back, when I signed on the dotted line, it meant the end of my public holidays... In other job line, if you don't like your job, you can choose not to come at all and get sacked. If I were to do that, I will be labelled 'AWOL'. Damn...I have been leaving my previous part time jobs without even saying good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things thatI am looking forward to in 2010 are:&lt;br /&gt;1) to spend my husby's birthday in Phuket (a place with many sweet memories, a place where we spent our first holiday together) (6 more days to go! yippee!)&lt;br /&gt;2) to get better PB&lt;br /&gt;3) to get better bonus&lt;br /&gt;4) to get better pay&lt;br /&gt;5) to get my 8th-year retention payout (and of course husby's 10th-year retention bonus too!)&lt;br /&gt;6) to get transferred out of team (I wished!)&lt;br /&gt;7) to spend more time with husby and our families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a great 2009....if not for work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7935371917255954804?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7935371917255954804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/01/past-and-present-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7935371917255954804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7935371917255954804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2010/01/past-and-present-year.html' title='The past and the present year'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6810113507752865554</id><published>2009-07-07T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:56:43.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monitoring</title><content type='html'>People are busy monitoring their temperature....but me...erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;05.07.09, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0100hrs: Trying to Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0430hrs: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;1030hrs: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order get to sleep earlier, I swallowed half an Anarex (muscle relax + panadol) pill, which is supposed to cause drowsiness. I didn't want to take the whole pill cause I fear of not waking up in time for work, or worst feeling groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2230hrs: Swallowed half of an Anarex pill and went to bed, trying to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total sleeping hours for the day: 6hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;06.07.09, Monday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0100hrs: Feel asleep I think&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;0530hrs: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800hrs: Work commence (feeling lethargic, grogy and moody...thanks to insufficient sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130hrs: Too sleepy, eyes cannot open, weather too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1210hrs: Seeked Boss permission to go back to base and 'shut eye' (feeling awfully eyes-heavy)&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;1240hrs: Left base to resume with 'keeping the streets safe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130hrs: Report off from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2215hrs: Reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2330hrs: Trying to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total sleeping hours for the day: 5hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6810113507752865554?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6810113507752865554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/07/monitoring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6810113507752865554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6810113507752865554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/07/monitoring.html' title='Monitoring'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4940233920002196778</id><published>2009-07-04T10:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:42:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights - Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take note of my sleeping habits or rather what time I am finally able to get a shut eye, just to monitor the extend of my newly acquired 'insomnia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;02.07.09, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0001hrs: Trying to Sleep&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;0330hrs: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;0530hrs: Woke up and preparing for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800hrs: Work commence&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;2030hrs: Report off from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145hrs: Reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300hrs: Trying to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total sleeping hours for the day: 2hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;03.07.09, Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0500hrs: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;1100hrs: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600hrs: Sleep (Nap time)&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;1730hrs: Woke up and preparing for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000hrs : Work commence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total sleeping hours for the day: 7 hrs 30mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;04.07.09, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830hrs: Report off from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0945hrs: Reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000hrs: Trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1840hrs: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;2100hrs: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total sleeping hours for the day: 2hrs 20mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4940233920002196778?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4940233920002196778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4940233920002196778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4940233920002196778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights - Insomnia'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8585599657769523419</id><published>2009-06-28T00:35:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:49:26.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of the ex-es</title><content type='html'>So I am back from Kota Kinabalu (BKI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was kind of the 'meet-the-ex-day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our departing flight to BKI, husby told me that the ticketing check in girl kind of looked familiar. She looked like one his ex-gf. He said the girl looked at him as though she knows him, but he wasn't too sure coz this girl was slightly plump... "No name tag?" I asked him. He said no... If he had told me earlier, I could have probably asked for him...Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we landed in BKI and arrived at the hotel and so on...As we could not check in until 2pm, we walked around the mall next door. Surprise surprise....this time, I saw my ex-bf. He was with his wife and son (super duper cute)...I said to husby, "Look my ex-bf!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably said hi and bye but I didn't. I doubt he ever want to see me again after what happened, though it would be nice if we could remain as friends. Oh well.... I can't acknowledge the wife too coz I only know her in Facebook and she probably don't know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that the world is small...but I didn't expect it to be that small. Who would have thought that 2 foreigners would bump into each other in another foreign country...What are the odds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So husby and I bumped into them quite a number of times at the mall (probably once on each day). Even his mum and I assume his youngest brother (all grown up) were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the first night, since it did feel like the day of the ex-es...that became the topic of the night. We talked abut his and I talked about mine...what happened...why it didn't work out..and BOOBS! etc. Kind of cool actually....who would ever want to talk about their ex-es right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...BKI...all we did there was shop, eat, watch tv, dip in the bathtub and sleep...we shopped at the same mall everyday until the 2nd last day. I thought let's go venture to other malls. We took a cab (coz the free shuttle bus broke down) and headed to the Centrepoint Mall, Warisan Square Mall and Waterfront. We went to take a look at the view at Waterfront...coming to sunset so I took out the camera and husby snapped some photos. As I was looking at husby, I saw a head peering into my bag, which was unzipped by the way...I wished I had elbowed that fella...nothing got stolen though..coz my bag is full of junk..the precious items are mostly at the bottom, snugged under the junk items. He only probably saw my umbrella, brochures, make-up kit on top of my wallet and handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then chilled at Coffeebean (as always)...and also to use the WI-FI. After draining the handphone battery, we headed to the shuttle bus stop. Did not want to take a cab back... want to be like a typical Singaporean, something free must make full use right?! At the bus stop, we bumped into the Chinese family who queued in front of us at the ticketing check in counter in SIN. Wah...the place so big still can bump into them ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go to Mount Kinabalu to take a look coz 1st I was feeling lazy, 2nd it rained in the night so we thought it would probably be wet all over. We didn't go for any of the tours either...I was just being plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No souvenirs for everyone too...coz nothing nice to buy for all of you. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other place, I never leave without getting for myself a/some magnet/s. I am a magnet freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, the only time we actually shopped, walked non-stop was in Bangkok. We shopped till we dropped and also broke lah (until "will we have enough for the BTS ticket?"). I want to go back to BKK!!! but not until the "war" there has died down. Otherwise, I would probably go to KUL for our next shopping trip. Not any time soon though...most likely next year *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a holiday is a very tiring thing for me....coz I do everthing. Right from the planning to the unpacking. I decide on where to go, which hotel to stay, what kind of room, how many days and nights, budget, airport transfer if any, packing of the bag, checking in/out, tickets....and even the unpacking. Husby has it easy..."anything", "up to you", "ok".... I told him, "what will you do without me..I think you will be lost in the lalangs". He agreed *good boy* : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching SIN, home sweet home....I always love our airports.... I was observing this one Caucasion couple and heard the lady said,"Eh nice..", referring to our Airport.. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 52nd Birthday to DAD on 14th June..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 29th Birthday to BRO on 18th June..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 48th Birthday to MUM on 23rd June..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8585599657769523419?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8585599657769523419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-of-ex-es.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8585599657769523419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8585599657769523419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-of-ex-es.html' title='The day of the ex-es'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8759166868004662066</id><published>2009-06-21T19:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:34:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two in-laws weddings are finally over and done with. Liza &amp;amp; Zali, Faizal &amp;amp; Norizah have tied the knot at last. Best wishes from us...and may all of you be blessed with a happy and lasting marriage and of course be blessed with many many children.... : ) It seems that someone else is getting engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more wedding to go....which is of course going to be more tiring for me. Next month, my younger brother will tie the knot....He is the one getting married but mum and I are the ones busy with the preps. So far, things I have contributed and will be contributing are the wedding cards, the cupcakes for the hantaran and the kompang. I will also need to help with decorating the hantaran stuffs for him, the bunga rampai and the bunga manggar, which means I have to go shopping for all these stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another getaway for me and husby this coming wednesday. Going to BKI for the first time. Not sure what's there but something new from KUL. If this place turns out to be a bore, we will probably stick to KUL and BKK...shopping wise I mean. This getaway will be the last for the year too coz we are kind of running out of leave and money. Been spending quite a lot on one other important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that we are not getting any bonuses..it certainly will tighten our finance. And news has it that we might not even get our year end 13th month bonus. Sucks right?! Plus with husby...double impact! Especially when I am expecting a very high income tax to be paid for this year. Want to complain also cannot... I guess no bonus is better than having them slashed our salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby news wise - My bunk mate Adz has given birth to a healthy baby boy, My girlfriend Saidah and cousin Zakiyah are currently pregnant with their first child, many of the ladies at work are also pregnant...too many to list out heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husby and I are contemplating on what our next car should be. Mazda 3? Honda City? Honda Civic? We can't change the car as yet coz still too early but I am so looking forward for that day... hands itchy already...maybe in 2 years time.....itchy itchy itchy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8759166868004662066?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8759166868004662066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8759166868004662066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8759166868004662066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2407001074470431633</id><published>2009-04-30T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:15:07.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesian?</title><content type='html'>I was at the doctor in the morning when a lady approached me. I remembered her on my visit two days ago..I remembered she was with her caucasion husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "Are you Indonesian?" and I replied, "No, I am a local."(in my mind...Not again!). "Oh sorry, your name sounded very Indonesian." (My name? She must have heard the nurse calling out my name that day). I said I was okay with it...not the first time anyway. Even those in Bali thought I was one of them. She asked if any of my parentage are/were Indonesian. Come to think of it....yah...My late grandfather was a Javanese...as in originated from there..simply PURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my former supervisor said that I looked EXACTLY like his maid (wah kow...kns). But that was then, when I first joined the team 6 years ago..with short hair and looking very unattractive. Maybe I still look like one now...but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on talking so I listened...she's a PR and a housewife anyway...and she goes on talking about how she loves Singapore and how she prefer staying here as compared to in Australia. She said staying in Singapore is very convenient...from transportation to shopping to eating etc. You can have many children and still not worry coz you can easily get a helper aka maid. I guess she just left out the part where it is very very costly staying in Singapore. Either convenience and safety outweighs the financial part or she is just rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Singapore too. Although the weather goes haywire most of the time, we don't suffer any natural disasters like our neighbouring countries do. Overall Singapore is a nice place to stay in...but the PEOPLE....damnz. I always say "Singapore is a nice place to stay, it's the people that make it otherwise." It is okay to be kiasu people, just don't be ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2407001074470431633?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2407001074470431633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/indonesian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2407001074470431633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2407001074470431633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/indonesian.html' title='Indonesian?'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6884683429656658565</id><published>2009-04-28T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:46:30.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up</title><content type='html'>I need a new hairstyle...many many weddings coming up. Need to look goooood... I can't be cutting my own hair all the time. No! I wasn't trying to save money, just plain lazy to go to the salon for a trim. Been trying to grow my hair longer and thought of cutting a V-shape and probably curl the ends. But now...kind of having a change of mind and just have a long layered or some sort. I am quite fickle minded. I don't know...We see how it goes. In the mean time, I am sourcing for a good salon. Anyone who intends to have your hair cut too, let me know! Maybe can join har...My hair is now shape-less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings...my brother and sister in laws weddings are coming up in june and my younger brother wedding in july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done my part yet for my in-laws weddings....my part will come before and on the wedding day itself. Will be busy for sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, I have only contributed to my brother's wedding....doing my part as an elder sister : ) What to do...my one and only younger brother. I have engaged my friend's service for the kompang and also sourced for the invitation cards, which also means that I am paying for those. It doesn't come to much actually but at least he need not come up a cent for those. I had to pay for those myself last time. I would also probably source for the cake too...have to check it out with mum on that. She'd better not tell me last minute...like she did during his engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my younger brother wedding coming....that leaves only my ehem ehem...abang dearest... my elder brother. Bila lagi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sryee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6884683429656658565?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6884683429656658565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6884683429656658565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6884683429656658565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-up.html' title='Coming Up'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4286044760933808662</id><published>2009-04-24T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:05:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Ride</title><content type='html'>I took a cab three times today. Acting like a rich tai-tai b****.... I couldn't drive today coz husby was using the car. When I left the house, my intention WAS to take the bus and the train and that I would take a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus. When it finally came after so long, the bus was full with students. The weather was unbearable...very hot and very humid. I do not mind the hot part, it is the humidity that I can't stand. But errands had to be done. I need to look for my brother's invitation card and also buy a new set of uniform. I was told that they had ready-made ones so I thought of hunting for the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since owning a car, buses and trains are always the last on my list. That's it I said.... I hailed a cab to Joo Chiat. After that I hailed a cab to Beach Road. Finally I hailed a cab home. Lazy big ass... The only one thing I hate about taking a cab is....the driver's small talks...I know that they are only trying to be friendly but I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fsryee.blogspot.com%2F&amp;amp;h=31684e251b292f4bdcbf5a94f5797929" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4286044760933808662?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4286044760933808662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4286044760933808662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4286044760933808662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-ride.html' title='No Ride'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4306584481818338712</id><published>2009-04-20T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:32:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Today was IPPT day...many of us didn't take up the 'challenge' though and that includes me. Ha...not because I am scared like others : ) just that my old injury has been acting up of late. Could probably be because of the too-frequent-driving at work...could be, maybe... Ever since I sustained that injury, I can't afford to be driving all day...and I am referring to manual car lah...or else my left ankle will be in pain. I could still pass if I had participated today, but I want a silver because silver = MONEY MONEY! So I do hope that my ankle recover fast enough so that I can get this IPPT over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDT recertification done today too...like what others said, it seemed more of a 'family business' just now...DTO - BIL, PDT Trainers - Husby and I... What can I say except that we are 'The Champs Family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, later - It's that time of the month again...ha! Not that time of the month lah...but that time of the month for this stupid meeting, where I will be bombarded with questions and stupid requests... When I signed on the dotted line, it wasn't made known that I have to attend this kind of meetings. Waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shit* I am late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fsryee.blogspot.com%2F&amp;amp;h=31684e251b292f4bdcbf5a94f5797929" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4306584481818338712?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4306584481818338712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4306584481818338712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4306584481818338712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5446604669547785639</id><published>2009-04-10T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:16:35.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Holiday?</title><content type='html'>I was switching channels just now and SURIA channel was 'alive' (means ada cerita la...). I looked at the clock...only noon leh and it is a friday. So I asked my mum, who came over to my house to pass me some food (no need to cook..yay!), "How come SURIA got programme...now what time only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said, "Today public holiday what...your dad also not working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What holiday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Friday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it?" *blur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fsryee.blogspot.com%2F&amp;amp;h=31684e251b292f4bdcbf5a94f5797929" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://sryee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5446604669547785639?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5446604669547785639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5446604669547785639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5446604669547785639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-holiday.html' title='Public Holiday?'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5171320077732323337</id><published>2009-04-08T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:58:09.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys</title><content type='html'>Monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at some kids who were at the playground. Not because they were noisy la..but because they were playing with fire...and very innovative at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen preparing food for husby when I heard some loud 'whoosh' sound. Initially I thought the cleaner was washing the block. But can't be because he just did that yesterday. So I looked down and saw these kids....one was holding onto an insecticide can and a lighter in his hands. He lighted the lighter and using the insecticide can, sprayed at the burning lighter in the direction of the bushes....to create a big flame. The bushes caught fire but the boy managed to put it off. Wah....and they are only about 10 years old or so leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was going to stop but no..he passed the 2 items to another friend..and the same thing happened. They then turned their attention to the playground and repeated the same thing. I was thinking whether to report or not. I didn't want the playground to catch fire. The playground directly behind the block only, separated by maybe a 5-footway...my house 3rd floor leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shouted at them...."Oii stop playing with fire"...(husby came into the room, wondering why his crazy wife is shouting). Those monkeys looked up at me. 3 of them fled...and 2 of them remained. I kept observing them and giving them the angry face. Gradually they left...about 5-10 minutes later. Stupid idiots...play with fire as though there aren't other things to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5171320077732323337?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5171320077732323337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5171320077732323337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5171320077732323337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/04/monkeys.html' title='Monkeys'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7269675343448087041</id><published>2009-03-31T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:27:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No thank you</title><content type='html'>I was in station this morning for some warning thing. When all was done, one of the fellas said to me, "Maam, that sir say he wants to see you again." Huh? I thought I did something wrong or what. I entered the room again, I was asked one question..."How want to join IB or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO...NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked through my folder and said "Okay what...unless you tell me that you are married and have 4 children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hee...married yes, children no...but still no thank you la sir. I do not want to people to keep calling me...Between IB and where I am right now, I prefer it there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...if you change your mind then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...see you again in 2 days time...for one more warning la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7269675343448087041?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7269675343448087041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7269675343448087041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7269675343448087041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-thank-you.html' title='No thank you'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-34359160785451725</id><published>2009-03-29T00:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:55:43.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Aqil</title><content type='html'>Aqil celebrated his 2nd birthday today. I couldn't make it due to work commitments...though I already bought his present. Nevertheless, I had to make my presence felt....so what I did was to order something online for him and have it delivered today, as a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and that didn't come cheap too....just wanted to try out something new and I think that will look good at any party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope he liked the balloons and sorry girlfriend for not being able to turn up....hope you all had a wonderful day.&lt;/p&gt;I then received an MMS from his mum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/Sc5Uef4ZEPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jWd0_5VP09k/s1600-h/aqil+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318281092901966066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/Sc5Uef4ZEPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jWd0_5VP09k/s320/aqil+birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u for the gift aunty seri... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-34359160785451725?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/34359160785451725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/aqil-celebrated-his-2nd-birthday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/34359160785451725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/34359160785451725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/aqil-celebrated-his-2nd-birthday-today.html' title='Happy 2nd Aqil'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/Sc5Uef4ZEPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jWd0_5VP09k/s72-c/aqil+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4187153852120272120</id><published>2009-03-27T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:12:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Lagi</title><content type='html'>Just now, I left my car at White Sands and took a train to Tampines. Stupid? Crazy? or just weird? Not really actually. It is quite logical. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially at White Sands as I wanted to buy a photo printer...you know those compact ones solely meant for printing photos?...but Challenger didn't have the one that I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go over to Tampines but I didn't want to drive out from White Sands coz it was peak hour and I did not want to have to spend my time looking for a parking lot. The next best thing is to take a train and that's what I did. Within 10 minutes (plus walking time), I arrived at Tampines Mall. Faster right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides buying the photo printer, I ended up buying presents for Kamilah's children too. She is celebrating Aqil's birthday tomorrow. Though I can't make it, I thought I just buy something and pass the present to her some other day. I wanted to shop some more but the stuffs that I was carrying were too bulky and the mall was packed. Wasted....Some other time maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4187153852120272120?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4187153852120272120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/shop-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4187153852120272120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4187153852120272120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/shop-lagi.html' title='Shop Lagi'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1397150396223066138</id><published>2009-03-21T15:44:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:52:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S/C 2008</title><content type='html'>After a gruelling 3-week training...the competition finally came and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70WSy6gI/AAAAAAAAAak/VSCnicjqIQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315720705704389122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70WSy6gI/AAAAAAAAAak/VSCnicjqIQ0/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys trying to fix the video player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70pDg-HI/AAAAAAAAAas/rerLcocYkZs/s1600-h/DSC_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315720710740572274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70pDg-HI/AAAAAAAAAas/rerLcocYkZs/s320/DSC_0053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_nsPvfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/B2lD5Hux0hc/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721998864727538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_nsPvfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/B2lD5Hux0hc/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Lian studying hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU9AMgpyII/AAAAAAAAAcU/magbmo2K_oM/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315722008748214402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU9AMgpyII/AAAAAAAAAcU/magbmo2K_oM/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombarding questions to the 3 of them on the red couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU71OBLYhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eUdkjPQSAmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315720720662880786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU71OBLYhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eUdkjPQSAmQ/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU71OTtrII/AAAAAAAAAbE/814Dx5AYiMA/s1600-h/DSC_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315720720740625538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU71OTtrII/AAAAAAAAAbE/814Dx5AYiMA/s320/DSC_0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time = Nap time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8TiRqK8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/hsu7YV7cFQk/s1600-h/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721241496792002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8TiRqK8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/hsu7YV7cFQk/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game time....concentrating on the screen looking for clues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70xp640I/AAAAAAAAAa0/N8GP9zmpubE/s1600-h/DSC_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315720713049137986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70xp640I/AAAAAAAAAa0/N8GP9zmpubE/s320/DSC_0065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting skills comes to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8UjdYbnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7XF6jfBQsgU/s1600-h/DSC_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721258994265714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8UjdYbnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7XF6jfBQsgU/s320/DSC_0078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8UcYikFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/roevdXzNINI/s1600-h/DSC_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721257094910034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8UcYikFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/roevdXzNINI/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the competition, us and the rest of the other division participants gathered in the theatre for a 'balloting session'...to see which division will go first, second and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mentally prepared and no butterflies in my stomach either. Afterall, during these 3 weeks, I have drilled it into my head that it was either me or Cai Xia (50-50 chance). I thought that if they wanted someone more senior then it would be me, if they wanted someone more junior, then it would be Cai Xia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...all these while, I had the impression that the organiser would be the ones who would pick and choose any of names from the list until.......the 'lucky dip' was conducted. Only then do I (as well as Cai Xia) realised that that was not going to be the case. I looked at Cai Xia and she looked at me. Die! Our fate lies there...in that bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matter worst, the WPO would be one of the first responder *heart beats extra super duper fast*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started with the positioning (our division gets to go 5th) followed by the name of the WPO.... AND for once...I count myself lucky. I was not the chosen one (poor Cai Xia)! A whole load of burden suddenly off my back. Suddenly all that I had learnt for the past 3 weeks, I couldn't care less anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by the announcing of the name of the guys (one first responder and two second responder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the announcing of the names, we realised that our division probably was the weakest (rank and seniority wise). While the other divisions had ssi, sss in the team, amongst the 4 in our division- the most senior is a ssgt 99 series and the others t3-t6 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_CJUOhI/AAAAAAAAAcE/y_OpRzMtiP4/s1600-h/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My role immediately changed from being a participant to a reserve and supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did good on that day actually - getting 3rd highest score. But our overall position dropped to 6th as we lost marks in other segments. These segments were held one week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCQ &amp;amp; IM day..lunch time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8ULkdDdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/V-LPXIQAZws/s1600-h/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721252581477842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8ULkdDdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/V-LPXIQAZws/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, I am happy with the results. I was glad that it was a good job done during the scenario because we trained hard for that. Compliments to Cai Xia, Shaik, Jimmy and Ah-Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting - Yasser &amp;amp; Aris (MCQ) and Herwandy &amp;amp; Ah Lian (IM). A pat on the back for myself too for having survived throughout these 3 weeks and also for being an excellent supporter (yasser and I had great fun....teasing and jeering one of the divisions who tried to be funny with US during the Q &amp;amp; A sessions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage for the scenario...from the supporters' view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_CJUOhI/AAAAAAAAAcE/y_OpRzMtiP4/s1600-h/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721988786108946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_CJUOhI/AAAAAAAAAcE/y_OpRzMtiP4/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8VJUiqtI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-j8iIdhuKGs/s1600-h/DSC_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721269157735122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8VJUiqtI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-j8iIdhuKGs/s320/DSC_0088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_J8nScI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ugcz1Gige5g/s1600-h/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721990880315842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8_J8nScI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ugcz1Gige5g/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8-hNV1YI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fq2MQASfm0Y/s1600-h/DSC_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315721979944621442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU8-hNV1YI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fq2MQASfm0Y/s320/DSC_0094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition over.....I was back to team yesterday. It was a drag having to wake up at 0530hrs yesterday. I guess now I have to tune back my body system to shift hours work again. Extra work after work yesterday. Naturally, I became an illegal peddler. : ) My day or rather night ended at 2 plus in the morning and went to bed around 3 plus. Who says it is a 12-hr job?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1397150396223066138?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1397150396223066138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/sc-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1397150396223066138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1397150396223066138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/sc-2008.html' title='S/C 2008'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/ScU70WSy6gI/AAAAAAAAAak/VSCnicjqIQ0/s72-c/DSC_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6150088050673659924</id><published>2009-03-09T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:31:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Class</title><content type='html'>I was at the gym just now...I love working out a sweat! Now that I am temporarily working office hours..with about 2 weeks left...it means that I can spare that extra time after work working out at the gym. Have to bear in mind that next month is IPPT...die die also must train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working office hours...bad bad bad....reason being, I eat more than I normally do when working shift. I eat before class starts (before 9am) and even during break/lunch time (about 10plus/1 plus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example today, I ate mi rebus for breakfast and 3-piece chicken meal during lunch time. Or that day, I ate mi soto for breakfast and rice during break time. During that short duration, I had 2 heavy meals. Crazy ar! I am so going to put on more weight and lose more money..Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was back in the team and working shifts, I rarely have breakfast or at most just some epok-epok or pau and only have my lunch about 3-5pm depending on the 'business' of the day. When I reach home, I normally don't even have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when class ended, I went home first to change, then send husby to work and zoom to my workplace gym *f.o.c and with no disturbance from any m.o.p* *iloike* I need to concentrate more on my arms - to get rid of any flabbiness there - and also a bit on my stamina - need to gain that back for the upcoming 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered...I need to set an appointment for something...will call up tomorrow. No more procrastinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to see/know how much I would have to pay for the upcoming personal income tax. Looking at my income for last year plus all the bonuses+retention....fuhyooohhh.........I am so so so going to be broke. The cons of not having any children!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6150088050673659924?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6150088050673659924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6150088050673659924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6150088050673659924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym-class.html' title='Gym Class'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6380137085849478462</id><published>2009-03-08T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:16:16.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postings</title><content type='html'>My body have been itching ever since I got back from the Pulau Ubin trip. I wonder if there were any bugs that followed me home. Maybe bed bugs or something. I scrubbed myself when I reached home. The itch is still bearable but it is very annoying when I have to keep scratching myself especially while driving. This is all someone's fault! Whose smart idea was it to go to Ubin?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week since I was 'separated' from my team. 2 more weeks to go... The one thing I hate about being away is that you missed out on updates or things that require urgent attention. It is Sunday today...my off day. Yet, I turned up at my work place, after sending husby to work, just to do some rc matters. BORING and SO NO LIFE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS flash....my TL will be leaving soon...21st march will be his last day I heard. Which means, new TL. We keep changing TL and don't like it because each time a new TL comes, he/she will change the entire team system. And when we are finally getting used to that new system, that TL will leave and another one comes in...and the cycle starts all over again. This is especially so with SO TL because their posting will normally be temporary (so called for exposure and to gain experience). Afterwhich, they will be given another posting. Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6380137085849478462?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6380137085849478462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/tl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6380137085849478462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6380137085849478462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/tl.html' title='Postings'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1077800283500515861</id><published>2009-03-06T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:41:41.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whammy Slummy</title><content type='html'>I am still trying to get used to having a gap there...where my wisdom tooth used to be haa. Kind of ackward being naked there. No swelling no more bleeding. I have to finish up the antibiotics given though...something which I am not disciplined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health wise...I have recovered from my tummy upset and headache. No more vomitting too. Might be the weather or even the season. Seems that everyone is fallin sick...stomach flu and all. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my pap smear results from the polyclinic. No signs of cervical cancer. Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to work on Monday. Back to whatever training - class or scenario...wth... They are preparing us for the upcoming s/c competition...something that I escaped many times. Once was when I fractured my ankle on the same day that I was told that I would be involved. Another time was last year, when halfway through the training, they had to stand down the whole event coz of MSK escape. This time round, the training ain't as hectic as last year...not as last minute too. Last year, we had to rush through so many things, that I think I would probably have a nervous breakdown if the whole thing did go through. We were rushing through the audit and the pdt training itself took a lot of time. This year...no pdt! A whole load off our shoulders... but that means more lessons and more scenario.... I hate going through this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to relax myself...watching a movie tomorrow with husby. Going to watch slumdog millionaire...heard that it's good, so not going to give it a miss. To town tomorrow! Long time never go 'jalan-jalan' there ~ bummer... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1077800283500515861?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1077800283500515861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/whammy-slummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1077800283500515861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1077800283500515861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/whammy-slummy.html' title='Whammy Slummy'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4066645101070106960</id><published>2009-03-05T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:43:17.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Tooth</title><content type='html'>I was awaken by a very sharp tooth pain about 1am. The pain was so excruciating that it felt as though my head was going to explode. This time round, the pain could be felt from my right top wisdom tooth all the way to my front tooth. Dammit.. I suspect that the pain was due to my wisdom tooth, which, my dentist had also advised me to have it extracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I just went through a root canal treatment for my two left bottom molar tooth. And now this...quite annoying actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to force myself to sleep but wah piang...cannot bear with the pain. I managed to find the painkiller that the dentist prescribed to me the last time. It took a while before the painkiller took effect and made me asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work or rather training earlier in the morning, but before the class even started, I left. The painkiller had worn off so I went to the dentist, thinking of getting more painkiller and then set an appointment for the wisdom tooth extraction some other day. I did not expect to have the wisdom tooth extracted there and then. Having inspected my tooth, the dentist just said that he will have it removed. All I could say was 'Orh'...and the extraction began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fast...the fastest extractions ever. Not sure what the dentist did...when it ended, I took a look at the tooth that he had extracted...Wow...it had certainly gone bad. Was I glad that it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have problems eating. I can't munch hard food using my left side because I have yet to do the crowing after the root canal thinggy, so those 2 tooth ain't strong. I can't munch on my right side because it is still sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dentist visit, I went over to see my doctor. I have been having headaches and slight diarrhoea since last night and vomitting in the morning. And now I have so many medicine to eat...from the dentist and from the doctor. 2 days mc for me...back for training on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition on the 19th....waste my time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4066645101070106960?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4066645101070106960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisdom-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4066645101070106960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4066645101070106960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisdom-tooth.html' title='Wisdom Tooth'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1537928886029252981</id><published>2009-02-11T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:02:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Root Canal</title><content type='html'>I finally went through the root canal treatment. Something which I have been putting on hold for about 2 years. The dentists (plural) have been advising me to go through it but I have been delaying it because I was afraid of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the badly infected tooth, I had about 3 relapses - major sharp pain..the last was when I was in Bali. Unbearable pain so that's it I thought. I am not going through another round of the pain. In order to save the tooth, I'd better go ahead with the root canal treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from Bali, I visited the dentist. This time round, Dr James attended to me. I told him of the sharp pain. An X-ray was taken and it showed signs of infections in the surrounding bone of 2 tooth of mine (left molars). Because the root canals of those 2 tooth are crooked, Dr James referred me to their counterpart, which is located at Toa Payoh, as they do not have the proper equipments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment was set for 30/01/09 but I postponed it to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst nightmare finally came. I was at the dentist this morning. Dr Chng explained the whole procedure to me as well as the expected costs. She then used local anesthesia to numb the area near the tooth. It was supposed to make me feel feel relax and at ease but I was nowhere there. And in order to keep that area dry and free of saliva during the whole process, Dr Chng placed a rubber sheet (they call it rubber dam) over my mouth, making a cut only at those 2 infected tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hole was drilled into the 2 tooth and the pulp+bacteria+decayed nerve tissue were removed from the 2 tooth. She then cleaned them using root canal files...scraping and scrubbing the sides of the root canals. Damn...I won't say that it was painful, just damn uncomfortable. The mouth was numb and I had to open my mouth wide open for a full one hour plus. I kept looking at the clock on the wall wondering when will the whole thing be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they are thoroughly cleaned, they are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole treatment costs me about $1800/- for 2 tooth ($850 for each molar+gst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to wait for 2 weeks. Afterwhich, the assistant will call me to check on the progress. If all goes well, the assistant will refer me back to Dr James to proceed with the crowning+posting procedure (this will set me back by another 2k or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I am done with the crowning treatment, I have to minimize chewing on those 2 tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dread the thought of going back to the dentist again but I just have to complete this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my mouth is swollen. When I left the dentist this morning, people looked at me thought I had just been assaulted : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appoinment due on 25th...another thing that I have been putting on hold..my pap smear test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1537928886029252981?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1537928886029252981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/02/root-canal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1537928886029252981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1537928886029252981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/02/root-canal.html' title='Root Canal'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7038016383837775343</id><published>2009-01-27T22:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:52:13.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything New</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year to all my chinese and non-chinese who are celebrating the new year. May it be a prosperous Year of the Ox. Good luck good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully good luck lingers around me....hard to say since Roger changed my password to 44444444 (die so many times leh) some time ago. It was supposed to be UUUUUUUU. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new year, new things, new events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New - Hairdo&lt;br /&gt;I cut my own hair yesterday....by myself. I split them into 2 and cut straight on each side : ) this is the result of being so lazy to step into the hair salon. Don't think anyone can tell lah...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New - Flats&lt;br /&gt;Some of the occupants have moved into their new flats in Tampines and already there have been...oh well *please stop building more flats in Tampines* It is overcrowded already as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New - Mall&lt;br /&gt;The new shopping mall is still in progress...not sure when is the completion date though. Again...oh well *please stop building more shopping malls in Tampines. 2 ain't enough meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New - NRIC&lt;br /&gt;Having turned 30 this year, Husby received the notification to have his NRIC 'renewed' - ie. change of photo. I had submitted everything online for him and waiting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New - Family Members&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, there will be quite a number of weddings this year for me. I will be welcoming a SIL (brother's wife to be), BIL? (sister-in-law's husband to be), CIL (cousin's husband to be). Many many addition to the family tree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is not new....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New - Job&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely...from the look of it : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7038016383837775343?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7038016383837775343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7038016383837775343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7038016383837775343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-new.html' title='Everything New'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-779953820589460829</id><published>2009-01-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:31:08.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary to Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Champ....Us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-779953820589460829?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/779953820589460829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/779953820589460829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/779953820589460829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7764364356602301209</id><published>2009-01-14T16:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:48:16.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bali Dream Villa, Seminyak - Bali</title><content type='html'>The main entrance to our villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jKCjN95I/AAAAAAAAAZM/5TboNmR_9bY/s1600-h/P1070087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291064530108807058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jKCjN95I/AAAAAAAAAZM/5TboNmR_9bY/s320/P1070087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kGbSNxWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-rLUHBpT1N0/s1600-h/P1070082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291065567540528482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kGbSNxWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-rLUHBpT1N0/s320/P1070082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kFFQdpmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pxsEgqGuFGU/s1600-h/P1070075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291065544447731298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kFFQdpmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pxsEgqGuFGU/s320/P1070075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verandah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2iWBmH_oI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wGhPKG6Xmr4/s1600-h/P1070078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291063636499365506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2iWBmH_oI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wGhPKG6Xmr4/s320/P1070078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2iWQssnrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BW-qDWmgWng/s1600-h/P1070079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291063640553463474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2iWQssnrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BW-qDWmgWng/s320/P1070079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kGA9iJ0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1BWW2kDvKtM/s1600-h/P1070103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291065560474462018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kGA9iJ0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1BWW2kDvKtM/s320/P1070103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bath tub &amp;amp; shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kFjchbvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wEFEM-hdX5E/s1600-h/P1070101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291065552551374578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kFjchbvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wEFEM-hdX5E/s320/P1070101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wash basins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kFRrkc6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/i8dGuI_IEaE/s1600-h/P1070099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291065547782648738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2kFRrkc6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/i8dGuI_IEaE/s320/P1070099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jK8LvbTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eFWEw7qE7HE/s1600-h/P1070097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291064545579593010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jK8LvbTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eFWEw7qE7HE/s320/P1070097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The private pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jKamG95I/AAAAAAAAAZU/p6P7GasdmK0/s1600-h/P1070088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291064536563382162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jKamG95I/AAAAAAAAAZU/p6P7GasdmK0/s320/P1070088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other door leading to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jJwWEZtI/AAAAAAAAAZE/k6YxkN8Ec28/s1600-h/P1070086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291064525221816018" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jJwWEZtI/AAAAAAAAAZE/k6YxkN8Ec28/s320/P1070086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courtyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jJt6ed2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GP8CIxuE7SA/s1600-h/P1070085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291064524569212770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jJt6ed2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GP8CIxuE7SA/s320/P1070085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2mKLk3SdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kaZENXo4RW0/s1600-h/P1070084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291067831066511826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2mKLk3SdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kaZENXo4RW0/s320/P1070084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7764364356602301209?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7764364356602301209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/bali-dream-villa-seminyak-bali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7764364356602301209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7764364356602301209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/bali-dream-villa-seminyak-bali.html' title='The Bali Dream Villa, Seminyak - Bali'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SW2jKCjN95I/AAAAAAAAAZM/5TboNmR_9bY/s72-c/P1070087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4964737752305039350</id><published>2009-01-14T15:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:25:39.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about the birthday day treat. Well, it has always been a norm for us to go away on my birthday. But since my birthday for this year will fall on fasting month again, I decided to bring the trip forward on his birthday instead....and to make it more special...as a surprise : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stucked between Hong Kong, Thailand and Indonesia, Bali. Taking time, economic, safety and planning factors into consideration, I opted for Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the same line, it was easy for me....it started with the booking of the leave slots for Ayang, which was simply done with the help of Kak Nazreen and Abang Suhaini. The trip was easily booked online...no hassle coz I am an online type of person. The only problem was looking for the hotel and deciding on which beach. Initially the plan was Kuta Beach and Hard Rock Bali Hotel was one of the option...but it was full so I had to find other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly came to a dead end. Looked through some books and somehow I thought of finding one with a private pool for a change and also a hotel which is away from human traffic and noise - for relaxation purposes. I managed to find one online...in Seminyak area. It is away from the beach and shops but with that particular package, comes along free shuttle to Kuta and Seminyak area....so not so worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kind of suspected that something was going on but he can't put his finger on it. I pretended like everthing was as per normal and even asked if he had booked his leave for his birthday. He eventually did and called me saying that his name is third on the list. He said his TL name was first *me smiling*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having everything settled, I was only waiting for the day to let him know of this trip. I can't possibly tell him at the last minute right...then who is going to help me pack?! Haha... So while at work, I managed to meet up with him and pass him the leaving state form, for him to pass to his side. Looking at the form, he said on those dates, there will be a leave freeze (as he was informed by someone. I just said, "No such thing...ask your TL". Tadaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went perfectly until on the day of the trip. I could not get any direct flights to Denpasar/Bali. So we had to transit at Jakarta for about 4 hours and that was where the headache comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket that we had stated that the boarding gate will be at F4. When we first arrived at Jakarta, we asked how to get to that gate. We were told that we have to go to..in their terms "ekor enam", meaning E6. Ayang and I looked at each other. Why go to E6 when our gate is F4. Puzzling and worrying too... I didn't want to be taking the wrong flight and ending up elsewhere. We just waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before the flight, we decided to go through the security. When we wanted to enter, he said ours is F4 so we would have to go throught that gate and directed to us how to get there. *Blur* Wat sia...just now the others told us to go through that gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....we went to the other end as directed and came across an officer there...showed him our tickets and he said No! He said that we have to ho to E6. Aarghh wth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to E6 and the same officer earlier was clueless himself but he did let us in. We walked towards E6 and asked the lady. She said ok and told us to wait at the waiting area. Finally, they called for us. We were led down the staircase and onto a bus. ????? The bus then drove us to gate F4... what the cookoo... Now we know why everyone kept telling us to go to E6. It's because, gate F4 was like quite a distance to walk to from where we were. So they had to shuttle us to the gate itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Ayang...if this is in Singapore...mesti dah kena complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start the trip ay.. We arrived at Denpasar/Bali and was brought to our villa - The Bali Dream Villa, Seminyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4964737752305039350?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4964737752305039350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4964737752305039350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4964737752305039350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8371064696246786229</id><published>2009-01-13T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:22:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>I am now in the comfort of my own home. After 6 days away...slightly felt home sick, unlike the time when we were in Bangkok (in which I didn't want to come back)!... No more Bali for me. I didn't quite like it as much as compared to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on the trip tomorrow maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 10am. Sucks... *dreading it* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th - Bintan here I come. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8371064696246786229?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8371064696246786229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8371064696246786229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8371064696246786229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-339384677877046859</id><published>2009-01-11T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:16:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th</title><content type='html'>Miss me anyone? Hahaha...... I am still in Bali. Coming home tomorrow. I was enjoying myself until yesterday because my tooth hurts. The pain is so excruciating. Now I can't wait to come home. Out of desperation, I called my dentist to make an appointment when I get back. It must be the tooth that the dentist recommended me for root canal during my last visit. I just finished my facial and husby just had his foot massage. I am still in pain and now relying a lot on pain killer. Not much shopping done for now because our villa is far away from any shopping area. Shuttle to Kuta area is free though. We have been swimming in our private pool and watching dvds in our villa. It's been raining cats and dogs since we came so not much can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dear... big 3 0 today but don't worry you still look good and I love you still. Hope you love this birthday trip : ) specially meant for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-339384677877046859?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/339384677877046859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-me-anyone-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/339384677877046859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/339384677877046859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-me-anyone-hahaha.html' title='Happy 30th'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7749228884290768261</id><published>2009-01-05T19:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:05:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>There are many things that I would probably want to express but leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SWH2s21UiGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sZrEfJgn5HE/s1600-h/Body30Dec.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7749228884290768261?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7749228884290768261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7749228884290768261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7749228884290768261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3739957673117234967</id><published>2009-01-04T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:57:47.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pungent</title><content type='html'>Roger Roger....only 4 letters to describe you yesterday - S H I T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger was my partner last night and about 1 hour or so to reporting off he ar....as he entered the car, he exclaimed "How come so smelly!!!" I was also about to enter the car and I could smell the stench. Damn...I was thinking that I had better not stepped on some shit. As I was checking on my soles...Roger blurted out that it was HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got out of the car and I told him to jolly well go and clean that shit off. I am so not going to drive off with that shit on his soles. The smell was terrible... So pungent. My gawd! He must have stepped on some fresh shit! As he went off to wash that shit off, I was spraying the car with some air freshener. (Gosh...even that fella whom I brought back with dried shit all over his body, didn't smell that bad.) I sprayed on the floor mat but the smell 'bounced' back at me. I so felt like vomitting. A passerby saw me spraying the car and he must be thinking what the hell is this woman doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger came back and the smell still lingers on in the car. Cannot tahan la...I had to unwind the windows down and drove off with my face facing out of the window. In the meantime, Roger kept spraying the car with air freshener, hoping to eliminate the smell. Whoever took over the car, may God Bless You....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving off to something fresher : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday surprise trip to Bali has been made known to Husby. We are leaving in 3 days time... Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3739957673117234967?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3739957673117234967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/pungent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3739957673117234967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3739957673117234967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/pungent.html' title='Pungent'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3545701188111424222</id><published>2009-01-01T22:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:29:44.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and Welcome</title><content type='html'>What a New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was hectic...real real hectic. While most of you are out partying or at the comfort of your home, I was out there. Yes...out there...certainly not having fun. And for the rest who are also slogging during the transmission between 2008 and 2009, I feel for you too. *I don't even know what was on TV!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all over...like mad dogs...Roger and I went to Pasir Ris and even Changi. Nope....not complaining. But we were really damn shagged. I was tired of driving around and Roger was tired of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started with some minor struggles and by morning, in the wee early hours....a chase (which was not intended to be). Again, Roger and I were like mad dogs running around. My ankle hurts now - it's like that with old injury. It was fine before the countdown. The chaos only started after that...with people being drunk and unhappy over some issues. Scary but situation still under control I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were even stopped by one auntie, whom we thought were involved in a case of crime or something. But guess what she said?! She said that she was late and needed to get to home to rush for the countdown or something. *wah piang* She said no taxi would stop for her...maybe she was thinking that we would give her a lift or something. Kns.... In the end, she managed to stop another car and hitch a hike from the driver. Wth... my fellow countrymen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many fellow others are busy too, covering others - from Bedok going to Geylang, from Changi going to Pasir Ris etc... Good Job Good Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year ended with Roger, just the 2 of us. Pathetic and so lame. When the clock striked twelve and the date changed from 31.12.08 to 01.01.09, we were in the car. No countdown, no happy new year wishes. Well, what's so happy about the new year anyway...it is just another year of good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bade farewell to 2008...2009...Welcome and may it be a good year ahead. No New Year Resolution... just "Love your spouse, cherish your family and friends and be good to others"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3545701188111424222?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3545701188111424222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-and-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3545701188111424222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3545701188111424222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-and-welcome.html' title='Goodbye and Welcome'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3506963305092425949</id><published>2008-12-30T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:13:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I have yet to congratulate my girlfriend for the birth of her second prince on 28.12.08 -Afiq. CONGRATS many many IBU! Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to 2009 - a brand new year! I will be celebrating my new year with erm...Roger? in the car...haha... wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is gonna be a busy busy day tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year means...school will be re-opening. So not good. It has been a good 2 months of no traffic jams - no school kids going to school! Now...erghh...hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better be a fun January...with DnD &amp;amp; SURPRISE &amp;amp; overseas trips! 3rd year wedding anniversary coming soon.....Can't wait can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolution? None thus far.... *puts on thinking cap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3506963305092425949?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3506963305092425949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3506963305092425949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3506963305092425949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8839114353422726022</id><published>2008-12-29T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:24:35.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Date</title><content type='html'>Some R &amp;amp; R yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a game of badminton yesterday afternoon with husby, SIL+fiance and BIL. SIL - Liza booked a court at Sengkang Sports Hall - a first time for me there. All was fine except that we could feel a little breeze from inside the hall itself causing a minor disruption to the shuttlecock. And as per normal, I am feeling the ache now, due to lack of warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Zali then chio us a for movie at E-hub. Kind of like a double date... So we went to watch IP MAN...and damn was that movie good or what?! Impressive...please go watch it and be awed! No wonder my dad kept saying that movie was good when he came over during Xmas. After the movie, we had dinner together at ermm...BBQ Chicken? Is that the name of the restaurant huh? The fun didn't just stop there. Liza and Zali then came over to our house where we rocked the house with Guitar Hero...Them showing off their newly acquired talent and us...way too good for them. Haha... The day ended at about 0100hrs... with me asking husby..."Have you ever thought that you would ever go on a double date with your sister??" : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8839114353422726022?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8839114353422726022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8839114353422726022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8839114353422726022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-date.html' title='Double Date'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1360745950987910828</id><published>2008-12-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:31:10.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Still Be Friends?</title><content type='html'>We've made an agreement to make peace. Start anew and forget the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a deal...for the sake of the team, for our sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace* people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1360745950987910828?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1360745950987910828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1360745950987910828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1360745950987910828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace.html' title='Can We Still Be Friends?'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2268632110678422686</id><published>2008-12-27T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:17:37.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Birth Date Means</title><content type='html'>RESULTS: &lt;strong&gt;You are an Idealist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural born leader, even if those leadership talents haven't been developed yet.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power and self confidence to succeed in life, and your power grows daily.&lt;br /&gt;Besides power, you also have a great deal of creativity that enables you to innovate instead of fail.&lt;br /&gt;You are a visionary, seeing the big picture instead of all of the trivial little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your supreme genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your inappropriate sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;January &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2268632110678422686?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2268632110678422686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-your-birth-date-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2268632110678422686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2268632110678422686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-your-birth-date-means.html' title='What Does Your Birth Date Means'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5820984837919574948</id><published>2008-12-26T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:55:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L O S T</title><content type='html'>Seems like the year 2 0 0 8, does not wish to go without a 'BANG' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with hubby issues, worrying for Sunny and now this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost as to what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost as to where I have gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that I get lost out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 2 best friends in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to work today. Positive and cheerful. Not long after...even before the seat gets warm, it has to happen. Things erupted quite badly until it has come to a point that a change of partner is necessary. It is not something that I want. I never mentioned that I wanted to....since he asked...oh well...it took me some time to come to that decision. I have to do something. Work comes first and I have to act rationale. As an in-charge, I can't let this affect the course of work for today. We can't be debating with each other in the car for the next 12 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it has got to a point of changing partners, that shows how severe things had gotten. I am clueless...Suddenly everything becomes my fault...from whatever lah. Even planning the roster became a problem. Seriously...whatever I did, I did for the sake of planning the roster. No ill-intentions. If everything that I do or say comes along with ill-intentions, then that really makes me an evil person. If I am such a person...please anyone, do tell that to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I erupted at work...from confused to sadness to anger...so many emotions in a day. I even threw my handphone against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to have lost 2 best friends, in a span of a day. I feel as though I am walking around arm-less ~ no right arm, no left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Jalan Kayu late night supper...no more Simpang Bedok...gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damages have been done...can it be undone? Maybe...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends...that's all I asked for. Is that too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dig me a grave and I will bury myself in it*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5820984837919574948?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5820984837919574948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/l-o-s-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5820984837919574948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5820984837919574948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/l-o-s-t.html' title='L O S T'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7628056039443953974</id><published>2008-12-25T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:43:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Xmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had some guests over for Xmas celebration...Haha no lah...Kidding ~ It's just my parents and my elder brother. Mum brought some food for us, which is good, because I need not cook today. Bro tried to his hands on Guitar Here and ar.....*no comments*...Try harder... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to that, I was doing the laundry and some chores. Sux ar...doing chores on Xmas Day! I hope it doesn't rain today or else my uniform can't dry on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who are feeling down, blue or feels like nothing is going their way, please Cheer Up! It is a day of giving and sharing...suppose to be fun right... *smile* So open up your presents and be merry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending quite a lot lately...besides the 800 bucks that I spent previously during my...let's just say, retail therapy moments, I spent another couple of thousands on something (surprise), and another thousand over for a built in wardrobe. I can hear money going "kaching" but instead of a DR, it is a CR in my account book. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to continue my chores now...and recalculate my finance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7628056039443953974?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7628056039443953974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-xmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7628056039443953974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7628056039443953974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-xmas.html' title='What A Xmas'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3804043863049428632</id><published>2008-12-24T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:24:46.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I am still waiting for a confirmation from the website...I hate waiting and hope there is no screw up. *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yay! got it at press time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And planning more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes besides that...my red car mat is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am full of crap now coz I have yet to sleep since I came back from night shift...hubby sleeping peacefully on the sofa...shucks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3804043863049428632?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3804043863049428632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3804043863049428632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3804043863049428632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1982783145098956665</id><published>2008-12-23T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:51:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; Bad</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that Sunny is back...as in his mood? Hurray! Whether the problem at hand has been resolved or not, I do not know. One thing for sure, I am happy to have the old self back. Smile and be merry my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fine earlier...static for the first 6 hours...just sitting down and looking pretty (something that I am good at) Haha... *shameless* smile here smile there, acting like a beauty queen.. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, gave some pep talk to a 15-yr old girl and sharing my life experience with her. And for the first time at work, I had someone her age, kissing my hand and said 'Thank You Kak Seri'. It felt ackward...I remember saying to her, "I was your age before...bla bla bla" and saying that makes me feel old or realise how long ago that has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some kind of a lump on my lower cheek/gum area...beats me...it was never there before. Initially, thought it was a pimple but I was wrong. Hope it goes away and that it is not a cyst like what Mr Ong says. He is scaring me. Or could it be my tooth or something. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is okay for now, family life in order, team mates...best of the best, friends..I love them. Yet I am still in a turmoil right now. *confused* *thinking* I can forsee pimples developing at a rate like this. The more I think...the more confusing it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1982783145098956665?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1982783145098956665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1982783145098956665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1982783145098956665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bad.html' title='Good &amp; Bad'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6683233591357073516</id><published>2008-12-20T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:33:35.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin</title><content type='html'>There is an ugly black patch on my car left rear : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby side swiped with the MSCP pillar while reversing to park. No dents...only that the paint was scraped off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to my bunk mate's wedding at Boon Keng Road earlier. Speaking of which, the girls and I found it odd as to why there are policemen standing there as if they were waiting for something. Initially, we made a joke out of it. It was only after the groom had arrived and all that we found out what's going on with the police presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Mr President was there! Really...for real. No kidding... Why? *clueless*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTMtscZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rl5dYosKZvQ/s1600-h/P1060741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281863974154695058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTMtscZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rl5dYosKZvQ/s320/P1060741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...Our 'Minah Rock' has finally tied the knot. Congrats Lin...and one more thing..."sorry for my clumsiness earlier on"...you know what I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTWK8mlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/R6EiejCotDY/s1600-h/P1060697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281863976693307986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTWK8mlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/R6EiejCotDY/s320/P1060697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTiO2B4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/hlkO07Sw3nA/s1600-h/P1060730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281863979930879874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTiO2B4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/hlkO07Sw3nA/s320/P1060730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTyO7uaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/w_GqmXsL9Ok/s1600-h/P1060742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281863984226220450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTyO7uaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/w_GqmXsL9Ok/s320/P1060742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6683233591357073516?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6683233591357073516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/lin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6683233591357073516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6683233591357073516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/lin.html' title='Lin'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SUzzTMtscZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rl5dYosKZvQ/s72-c/P1060741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3635580128565472344</id><published>2008-12-19T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:10:20.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Hicky! : )</title><content type='html'>*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got home from Friday prayers with a suprise. He came home with a bouquet of flowers in hand - flowers just for me! *geez &amp;amp; thanks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he bought himself a new handphone - HTC - to replace his recently spoilt Dopod. I want to change my handphone too *sulk*. But my handphone is still in good condition and it will be a waste to change. I want a new handphone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on leave today!* I sent hubby to work today and another surprise! After the as-per-normal salam and goodbye kiss, he said "I love you" to me... *blush* (it has been so so long my dear)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all...there is yet another suprise....ermmm...that's between Sunny and me only I hope. Not sure if anyone else were to see it..or them...("How was last night or this afternoon?).. *paiseh ar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to play Guitar Hero!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3635580128565472344?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3635580128565472344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hicky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3635580128565472344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3635580128565472344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hicky.html' title='What A Hicky! : )'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8097813679803103996</id><published>2008-12-16T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:05:00.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas Del Monte</title><content type='html'>*Bananas Del Monte*! - dats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, last night was a smooth but tiring shift. But it had to end that way *shucks*. I don't deny I did it...caught red handed some more *raised up hands*. I was tired. Really. Outcome = Extra duty *shrugs shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been bothering a friend of mine lately. No one really knows what. It it me? us? the team? family? gf? Was it something that I said? I wish I know. One day he was fine, the next day *ke belakang pusing* 180 degree change. Many of us are worried. We can see the change..it is drastic. Where is the once positive and happy go lucky friend that I once know? I do hope that there is something that I can do...but I don't even know the problem lies..where do I start? Many a times, I tried to break into him, but all he can say is "I am ok". You do not look or act okay my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he get back to his normal self again? I pray he would...he sure ain't himself. Nothing else left to say..except that "We miss you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8097813679803103996?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8097813679803103996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/bananas-del-monte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8097813679803103996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8097813679803103996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/bananas-del-monte.html' title='Bananas Del Monte'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6351234758344618607</id><published>2008-12-14T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:29:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping List</title><content type='html'>As I was saying, I went shopping yesterday. It wasn't planned. My intention to go to Tampines Central was to get some necessities but having bought what I had intended, the shopping devil got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to and fro...from Tampines Mall to Century Square to Tampines Mall. I bought whatever fancies me - picked it up, look here look there, tried it on if necessary, then make payment without even looking at the price tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I didn't dare look at the receipts and calculate how much I had spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here it goes..the listing of the things that I had spent on just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 casual shirt from G2000 - $59&lt;br /&gt;- 1 formal pants from G2000 - $69&lt;br /&gt;- 2 pair of shoes from Americaya - $86.13&lt;br /&gt;- Some bras and panties from Triumph - $234.30&lt;br /&gt;- 1 leggings from Giordano - $23&lt;br /&gt;- 1 top from Trunkshop - $33&lt;br /&gt;- 1 corset from Impression - $39.90&lt;br /&gt;- 1 book from Times Bookshop - $44.83&lt;br /&gt;- 1 ink cartridge - $24.30&lt;br /&gt;- 2 makeup remover from Fancl (Isetan) - $59.50&lt;br /&gt;- 1 vest from Esprit - $79.90&lt;br /&gt;- 1 sweater from Esprit - $59.90&lt;br /&gt;- 1 set of towel + slipper - $21.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all adds up to........$834.66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....*hands tied up behind my back now* kns spend so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was at Triumph, there was this female customer who having tried on a pair of bra I assume, went up to the salesperson and said, "There are some empty spaces in between (you know what)". So the salesperson said, "Oh then maybe you need to try on another size..Cup C. This one is one Cup bigger." The customer replied, "Huh...you mean I am not a Cup D ar." *bang balls* What is the big deal...anyway hers doesn't look like a Cup D to me. Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6351234758344618607?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6351234758344618607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6351234758344618607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6351234758344618607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-list.html' title='Shopping List'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3114229743200920788</id><published>2008-12-10T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:30:46.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame</title><content type='html'>I would like to share a riddle with you but on second thought, I think I shall save myself the shame coz it is lame. But the weird thing is, each time I try to ask someone this, I ended laughing before I even begin (and it is not even suppose to be funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another one but it is kind of a racial thing so I shall leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like shaik, sunny, faisal, joe, tau boon and whoever was in the room earlier, would know which joke I was referring to : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all still deciding on which date will be the most preferred dates to go to Ubin for our team bonding thinggy. I am half hearted about this though. I would love to go but at the same time I do not feel like going. Confusing? That's me! I guess it really depends on who will go in the end. Most likely it will be in Feb..tbc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D n D next year and yay! it falls on our off day. Thereafter, I am planning something special. *secret*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month has been a rather trying month for me. Many things happened but I think things are progressing rather okay. Some shady areas had also been highlighted and hopefully cleared. For now, I haven chosen to either forgive or forget only and not both. When things were going downhill, I am glad that I have found a friend in someone, whom at this moment, I am still trying to get to know better. Besides him, I believe that someone else might also add to the list of that friend whom I can confide in too and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! Bonus month$$$$$$$...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3114229743200920788?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3114229743200920788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3114229743200920788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3114229743200920788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/lame.html' title='Lame'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6330254517893026979</id><published>2008-12-09T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:49:59.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>"I very much want to say I miss u but not ur case.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Of course I miss you too silly...you just do not know how much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6330254517893026979?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6330254517893026979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6330254517893026979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6330254517893026979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1401712814015892084</id><published>2008-12-08T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:10:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stunts</title><content type='html'>I vented out my anger..my frustrations at work last night. It was over many many small incidents, that followed soon after another on that day itself. Minor ones actually but it made my heart boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was relating the incidents, the more heated I get. I kicked anything that my legs could reach. I really did. Not once, not twice, not thrice...much much more that that. Even after the kicking, I felt that there were still much more anger in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did feel good though having done that. That was the first time that I have ever done that...at least not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1401712814015892084?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1401712814015892084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/stunts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1401712814015892084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1401712814015892084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/stunts.html' title='Stunts'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7492953812823628260</id><published>2008-12-07T05:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:07:48.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper</title><content type='html'>Great supper and great chatting session. Met up with Sunny and Joe for supper. It wasn't planned and was rather last minute. We all met up at Jalan Kayu and while we were there, I ran upon Faridah &amp;amp; hubby (baju mcm sama ajer kelmarin jumpa kat kallang) and also Terence. Terence joined us three eventually. We chat about many things under the night sky and the fan : ) In fact, we stayed on longer than expected. It was nice to be able to have a proper chat and not being interrupted by work related issues (the set and the m.o.p). It would be fun if the others could join, instead of always at the same place..opposite. I kind of just reached home. I can't sleep because somehow I am wide awake now as compared to how I was earlier at work. It was either the 2 cups of teh tarik or the wonderful chat topics - from relationship to kinky stuff, from one person to another person, gossips and hatred..etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7492953812823628260?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7492953812823628260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/supper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7492953812823628260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7492953812823628260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/supper.html' title='Supper'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2570877094521810025</id><published>2008-12-05T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:18:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Home alone today and for the next couple of days. Hubby went for some camping at god knows where, which means I need not cook for the next few days or at least I do not need to worry about having to fill my husband's stomache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be doing some chores today but felt lazy. I have been facing this computer since noon editing some pics and uploading them into websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Haji is on Monday but I am working night this Sunday. Not sure whether I am still involved in some work in the afternoon though, but if I am, then I will give the visits a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is pretty quiet with no one else around. Kind of spooky too : ) I am bored but I know not what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, met up with my gfs and hubbies at Kallang Mac for dinner and to take a look at Saidah's wedding photos and videos. I told Faridah not to be punctual coz the other 2 have a history of being late. Trust me - I was the one who always ended up waiting for the past few years. Bad Bad habit. I intended to come late too so I left home a bit late. Furthermore I kind of forgot how to drive there. Believe it or not, I was the first one to reach and I still reached there on time. BUMMER! I am so bad at being late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun with some jokes here and there, minus Aqil's crying here and there. Faridah received a stupid reply from me and I ended up laughing at myself and Hasrin shaking his head....haha...Love you people : ) More meet-ups please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Joe said I am talkative in my blog..am I? And Roger, you owe me a favour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2570877094521810025?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2570877094521810025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2570877094521810025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2570877094521810025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2305899587602388219</id><published>2008-12-04T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:58:33.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Great weather to be sleeping in. Raining cats and dogs since I slept in at noon just now. Feeling so lazy to wake up but some chores needed to be done before meeting my girlfriends later. Rain means no sun..and so my laundry still not dry yet. The top that I wanted to wear also still damp. Now have to find other top to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to take a shower but I still smell good *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2305899587602388219?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2305899587602388219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2305899587602388219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2305899587602388219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-72149962236969023</id><published>2008-12-04T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:27:09.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Wash</title><content type='html'>I pulled and twisted Roger's left ear today : ) and it turned red. Ray was asking me about that day car washing with Joe..bla bla bla...and Roger made a comment, which deserved that twisting of the ear. So you want to throw water at me eh...Come Roger, let us wash our car together some day. Why not you clean mine and I clean yours...coz yours smaller and suit my size. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Joe that day...I felt like a maid washing the car with the employer. Haha... Yes Sir, wash here sir? Ok Sir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I ended up visiting more carparks then I do while on duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-72149962236969023?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/72149962236969023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-wash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/72149962236969023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/72149962236969023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-wash.html' title='Car Wash'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7191976281104707780</id><published>2008-11-29T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:34:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip Up</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have been duped. For the second time for the month (I think), DMO but then ended up behind the counter. Not that I am complaining or what...sitting behind that counter so what right...just that, having partially recovered from my throat infection, I am now having dry cough. It is quite bad actually. While I was attending to someone, the cough attack came back that Sunny voluntarily took over for a while. Now my head hurts so much...side effects. Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still continued eating mangoes and watermelon despite strong objections from Sunny *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey clouds have moved over...I can see sunshine now...(translate).. My mood has gotten better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone noticed : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Good to hear your voice n c ur smile again :) was beginning to miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..so touched *smile big big*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joe was standing in front of me and I was sitting down. I was looking at Joe's bag and noticed that the bag zipper was not properly secured/sealed. So I just pointed out to him, "Eh Joe your zip.." And I was so not expecting this reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Joe looked down at his crotch *slap my forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Kamilah's birthday today - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday GF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 month more to go before 2009. Superfast year...No! Don't cut my pay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(with regards to the previous post "nice of you to mention me in ur blog"....) ---&gt; p/s: credits should be given when due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7191976281104707780?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7191976281104707780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/zip-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7191976281104707780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7191976281104707780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/zip-up.html' title='Zip Up'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2547116090122751318</id><published>2008-11-26T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:03:07.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>*I want to go out but I can't go out with these puffy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a miserable day for me. I thought some sea breeze would do me good, but nah... I felt so low that I texted someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri: I nd 2 hear sumtg nice..Can u say sumtg nice 2 me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I like your smile :-) it warms me up always rem tat time i ............i was so damn tired but i got my energy back when I see u :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are...thanks a lot for the comforting words and lovely advice. *peace no war* : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2547116090122751318?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2547116090122751318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2547116090122751318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2547116090122751318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2306849600309235580</id><published>2008-11-25T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:16:44.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koff</title><content type='html'>I went to work in the morning yesterday, thinking that I can survive the whole day. But when I got to work, I felt so miserable. So I asked to report sick. I went to the doctor and was given 2 days mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the doctor's room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You were from school or what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah...no lah...from work actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Oh ya you are working as a xxxx right? So still working at the same place?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup...same old place&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You always carry a haversack to work ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah *blur* (cannot meh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked me what's wrong with me...checked me...and said that I had a throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked about my work and how was it. I told him that I hate it and that I want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Eh I thought you have accountancy diploma? No intention of upgrading?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking* wah you can remember ah? Yup...but not now la...very hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor agreed with me. He said he knew quite a number of people like me who are struggling with shift works and studying part time. He urged to try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to fully recover. My fever has gotten much better. It's the coughing that keeps me awake. I have difficulties sleeping because of that. I even slept on the couch in the living room coz I didn't want to disturb his sleep. But I sneaked back at 3 in  the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2306849600309235580?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2306849600309235580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/koff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2306849600309235580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2306849600309235580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/koff.html' title='Koff'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4028814507190692933</id><published>2008-11-24T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:24:29.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd November 2008</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful wedding. The fact that I was down with a cough didn't put me down. The girls and I were at Saidah's place as early as 0930hrs as the akad nikah will be at 1100hrs. The tiredness from the day before still not yet recovered from. But I am not complaining..afterall it's my best friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everything turned out good. We got ourselves seats right in front. Guessed what?! Norin turned up for the wedding...great to see her again. It's been ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event ended about 6 to 7 pm I think. One tiring day I must say but it is all worth it. Finally, my job is completed. Having put Hasrin and Saidah together 13 years ago....it feels good knowing that they ended up tying the knot. I still remember the time when Hasrin asked me to introduce him to her...and what happened at the void deck...the phonecall. We all know what rough patch this relationship had to undergo. The quarrels, the break ups, the patching up. Congrats to both for having to endure the sufferings and overcoming whatever obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New family...new home...selamat pengantin baru &amp;amp; happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I will have the photos uploaded when I have recovered from this throat infection*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4028814507190692933?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4028814507190692933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/22nd-november-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4028814507190692933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4028814507190692933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/22nd-november-2008.html' title='22nd November 2008'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7527130363708872748</id><published>2008-11-22T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:22:58.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st November 2008</title><content type='html'>A few hours away from the solemnization ceremony. I just returned from Saidah place. Another long day later. The solemnization will be in the morning followed by the reception thereafter. I reached Saidah place about noon today. Just hanged around to see what she needed help with. I accompanied her to the nearby mall to have her hair trimmed as well as to run some last minute errands. I also helped out with wrapping the 'money box' and the bunga mangga pole. Made myself busy while at the same time planning something for Saidah birthday, which by the way, falls on the same day as her wedding day. Since we can't celebrate it with her tomorrow, Kamilah and I decided to get her a birthday cake and celebrate it in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last minute birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqxScgsyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/M0Yy1yz5dxY/s1600-h/P1060190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158546369655586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqxScgsyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/M0Yy1yz5dxY/s320/P1060190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bride &amp;amp; Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqyAJ7TGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dFcupmCWdBk/s1600-h/P1060194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158558639737954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqyAJ7TGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dFcupmCWdBk/s320/P1060194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Kamilah at the MPH where the wedding will be held. Called Saidah down saying that we wanted to take photos...NOT...! Just wanted to surprise her and have some privacy actually...away from the relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got her nothing for her birthday though. Hope the cake suffice...sorry gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamilah &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqxoMZzRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RwzPgkdHVf0/s1600-h/P1060192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158552207674642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqxoMZzRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RwzPgkdHVf0/s320/P1060192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuraihan, Me, Saidah &amp;amp; Kamilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqyYeqTQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0UYJHhMJmMc/s1600-h/P1060205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158565169155330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqyYeqTQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0UYJHhMJmMc/s320/P1060205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqySfY9rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2M6eV3q37PU/s1600-h/P1060204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158563561600690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqySfY9rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2M6eV3q37PU/s320/P1060204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamilah &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsVUPXVfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dO2h_lW9aOQ/s1600-h/P1060214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160264838305266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsVUPXVfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dO2h_lW9aOQ/s320/P1060214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their History and I'm in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbrxPHok4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yw65min4X1Q/s1600-h/P1060225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271159644988412802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbrxPHok4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yw65min4X1Q/s320/P1060225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepakking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsVtqu3-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Cjrh5pr5USM/s1600-h/P1060229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160271663980514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsVtqu3-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Cjrh5pr5USM/s320/P1060229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsWPifLdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZC3YHvAOsLw/s1600-h/P1060230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160280756202962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsWPifLdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZC3YHvAOsLw/s320/P1060230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsWdRL4WI/AAAAAAAAAXk/05DiWGZghWE/s1600-h/P1060231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160284441731426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbsWdRL4WI/AAAAAAAAAXk/05DiWGZghWE/s320/P1060231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7527130363708872748?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7527130363708872748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/21st-november-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7527130363708872748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7527130363708872748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/21st-november-2008.html' title='21st November 2008'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SSbqxScgsyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/M0Yy1yz5dxY/s72-c/P1060190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1383373534734502615</id><published>2008-11-20T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:29:27.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam Off</title><content type='html'>Liza is finally coming home for good in a week or so. So Mak, Bapak and Firdaus flew over to meet up with her and they will come back together. I was supposed to send them off 2 days ago, but by the time I reached the airport, they had already checked-in...*bish*...how stupid can I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I walked around T3 and bought some stuff from Mini Toons. Have not been in the best of moods for the past week and shopping is my therapy. I shall not discuss about what caused the unhappiness or what transpired. I do however try not to bring my current personal mood to work. I wish I can scream to my heart content but that will only cause annoyance to others. ..or bang my head against a wall but that will only bring hurt to myself....or smashed my car to a tree but that will not only hurt me but also damage my car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing things that I should not and I think that I will be acting on something that I have been wanting to do for so long but held back because of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have fallen ill. I still go to work today because I cannot be bothered to go to the doctor. Doctors have never been my best of friends. Tomorrow I shall be on leave, but we shall see. My muscles are aching. The muscle relax pills I took does not seem to be working. I have to treat myself for now. What are husbands for? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to Saidah big day. I can't wait. The 2 of them are finally going to tie the knot. Afterwhich, I can really say, "My job is complete". Hasrin, you treat my girlfriend good or I shall kill you. Not literally lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Norin be there? I do hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1383373534734502615?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1383373534734502615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/steam-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1383373534734502615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1383373534734502615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/steam-off.html' title='Steam Off'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5383992097243082833</id><published>2008-11-18T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:37:50.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Me And You</title><content type='html'>They called out my name but I was too lazy to entertain them, so I kept mum. Thinking that I was asleep, they 'gossipped' about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just outside the room and whatever they said could clearly be heard by me. Too lazy to rebutt verbally, I sent out an sms to Hafidz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri (Hafidz): Stop gossipping about me...tell those monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Hafidz took sometime to realise that he had received an SMS. So I sent out another SMS to Kung Fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri (Kung Fu): Stop gossipping about me...u monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu read it out loud and Roger replied...plus some rebuttals from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SMS-es&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger (Seri): My socks got hole again ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Seri (Roger): Nonsense. Stop talking abt my butt esp ah kong. N yes...i m jo lo n i haf figure 8.&lt;br /&gt;Roger (Seri): Si Ong say his underwear got hole. Hafidz got wear he like his brother to b safe n secure.&lt;br /&gt;Seri (Roger): I noe i heard. Wear or not, none of my business. Unless u wan dat in my blog. N tell ah kong, i m not shy datz y my butt is firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some conversation outside about butt will sag when old etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri (Roger): My butt wont sag wen i grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger then said out loud, "But your breasts will"..*laughter in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri (Roger): Jz like ur balls will shrink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fullstop&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shift ends, while in the office. Tau Boon was trying out some card tricks on me. Suddenly, Roger exclaimed, "Wahlau who farted? So smelly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guilty one then rushed out of the room and while rushing out said,"Sorry sorry come out cannot feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Roger...the butt was directly in front of his face. Combustion!. Lucky for me I couldn't smell because prior to that I had inhaled VICKS Inhaler into my nostril (macam tahu ajer).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5383992097243082833?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5383992097243082833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/behind-me-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5383992097243082833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5383992097243082833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/behind-me-and-you.html' title='Behind Me And You'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2452586259611313510</id><published>2008-11-16T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:00:17.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>At the end of the shift, Roger took off his boots and tadaaa...his socks were torn at the back. "Not paiseh meh if you have to take off your boots and enter someone else's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If cannot afford to buy new one, nah I give you mine."...so I took off one of my socks and hurled it at him. Gosh I am gross. A new discovery made - I wore 2 layers of socks! They wonder why?! Nothing new actually coz I have been wearing 2 layers since my training days. I hate it because we have to wear black colour socks all day. When your feet perspire or when it rains and ur feet get wet, ur toe nails will tend to become blackish. In order to keep my toes looking good, I wore a white colour pair of socks as the first layer. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Maybe...maybe not. That's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about socks. I remember those days....my younger days....school socks....you know the rubber tend to wear out and they become loose right? The solution - rubber band. I use the rubber band and roll down my socks like a doughnut (and I know that there used to be many others - Joe you were also one of them). Cute right? Those kids in school used to call me 'doughnut'...stupid fellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2452586259611313510?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2452586259611313510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2452586259611313510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2452586259611313510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1636074340868542064</id><published>2008-11-14T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:59:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak</title><content type='html'>I had a good laugh today...Joe Joe...all because of Nasi Lemak. I laughed so hard that I could hardly open my eyes. The other fella sitting behind, Muhaimin, was also laughing, yet Joe was oblivious as what the joke was all about. Luckily traffic volume was still light, otherwise I might have probably get myself into an accident. After dropping Muhaimin off and driving ourselves back to our workplace, I was still laughing at Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 hour of no sleep...that could have caused the hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the gist is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Changi Nasi Lemak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe (asking Muhaimin): Eh that side still selling that nasi lemak or not?&lt;br /&gt;Muhaimin: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: That one ar..the one that the makcik selling ar (haha....and I was thinking.. wah that side a lot of makcik selling nasi lemak leh)&lt;br /&gt;Muhaimin: But most of them makcik sell what (hah...we think alike!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: but sometimes got uncle sell mah (trying to defend himself)...you know that one...that nasi lemak stall&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Muhaimin, just say have lah..otherwise he will start describing to you how the makcik looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to give up, Joe continued to describe the nasi lemak itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: That one got this la, got that la......*bla bla bla*...&lt;br /&gt;Muhaimin: That one common what...most of the nasi lemak have&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Eh Joe, your nasi lemak....what time of rice they serve? The 'nasi lemak' rice or the normal plain rice? (I was actually trying to be sarcastic..since he was already describing the nasi lemak but missed out on the rice)&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Yalah..the nasi lemak rice lah...&lt;br /&gt;And he goes on describing&lt;br /&gt;Joe: The one with the pandan (laughter in the background) Got other kind of rice meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhaimin and I were already laughing our heads off. Maybe you all may either not find this funny or even get the joke at all. But damn was that funny earlier. You should have seen the look on his face and how he was describing the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Joe that I was just being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having breakfast together after work, I said to Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Next time if you order nasi lemak for breakfast from me, I will order just plain rice for you&lt;br /&gt;Joe: *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1636074340868542064?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1636074340868542064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/nasi-lemak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1636074340868542064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1636074340868542064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/nasi-lemak.html' title='Nasi Lemak'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5999294718189785365</id><published>2008-11-08T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:29:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Name</title><content type='html'>Came to work today and was greeted by, "Eh your name in Newpaper ah". I was like...."Huh?" *stoned*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone messaged me and asked, "Eh babe...you ok anot? Anything can talk...". Again...I went "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the hospital earlier...some work stuff. Seeing that there were many patients, I just commented (trying to get a conversation started), "Wah busy day huh." The nurse acknowledged and then I said, "Saturday also so many ar? I thought only weekdays busy because people want to take mc." Hee...so as I was talking, the nurse kept looking at my name tag. A bit strange right...until she said, "Eh your name appeared on the papers today." Eh eh... how cute is that? She can actually remember that. I don't remember any names that appeared on the papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, in today's NEWPAPER, there was this news about a lady falling off from whichever story...bla bla bla...I didn't bother to read the whole story. The point is there was this nursing student I think, who happen to be there when the whole thing happen. Coincidentally her name is similar to mine except for the Binte so and so. Just for the record, that was not me. She is 19...and I am slightly way above that range. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am 19.... or younger??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours at the hospital, so I told KF to help fax over something and guessed what he wrote?&lt;br /&gt;To: Small Butt (Seri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh...that's my nick in the team, besides Mrs Champ (a name which I acquired after marrying Mr Champ). My butt ain't that small but I am known as Small Butt (but firm) because between us 2 girls in the team, mine is much smaller :- ) than the other one. I am called Small Butt and the other Big Butt. You see! Men...so chee ko pek right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5999294718189785365?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5999294718189785365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/same-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5999294718189785365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5999294718189785365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/same-name.html' title='Same Name'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2311345779119914148</id><published>2008-11-07T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:59:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!</title><content type='html'>And so she has received the surprise...*starjumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to cheer her up, I ordered this for her online yesterday and had it delivered today to her place. Since we girlfriends are all busy with work and stuff...and meeting up requires some form of arrangement, hope this small gesture will bring a smile to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRQp9uBjJlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rFIi-NUzw8s/s1600-h/noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880004606240338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRQp9uBjJlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rFIi-NUzw8s/s320/noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with a message:&lt;br /&gt;Message To : &gt;Saidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message : &gt;Hope this will cheer you up despite all the current happenings. Stay positive and be happy! We look forward to your wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message From : &gt;Your girlfriends, Seri &amp;amp; Siti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 1910hrs, SMS received from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saidah: Hey sistaz, juz got ur present. So sweet..tho I havent open it :-) haha. It definitely cheered my day. Tks tks. . . looking 4ward 2 havg u 2 by my side on my Big Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Haha...jz chocolates bt jz a little sumtg 2 brighten ur days. Countg down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2311345779119914148?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2311345779119914148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/suprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2311345779119914148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2311345779119914148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/suprise.html' title='Suprise!'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRQp9uBjJlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rFIi-NUzw8s/s72-c/noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6715480017251675290</id><published>2008-11-07T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:42:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 36</title><content type='html'>And so I passed. So time consuming and so heart wrenching but it feels good to have passed. My hands smell of lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6715480017251675290?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6715480017251675290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6715480017251675290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6715480017251675290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-36.html' title='26 36'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4543718309443488854</id><published>2008-11-06T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:39:20.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups And Downs</title><content type='html'>26 29..it just crossed my mind...That's our age! So suay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is feeling the pressure now. Just 2 more weeks to her big day....I got news that her grandmum had passed away and her dad was admitted to the hospital (discharged already though). Getting the keys to her new house on Friday and she will need to have the place cleaned up for the wedding. Work...no need to say lah. With so many issues on hand, stress for sure...but don't fret girl. Kamilah and I will be behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to cheer you up...just wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4543718309443488854?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4543718309443488854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4543718309443488854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4543718309443488854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups And Downs'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-4294557935675132210</id><published>2008-11-05T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:05:31.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 29</title><content type='html'>No good news. Just 5 more points *hmmph*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-4294557935675132210?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/4294557935675132210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4294557935675132210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/4294557935675132210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-29.html' title='26 29'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-3972492668177520405</id><published>2008-11-04T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:11:28.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armed Or Unarmed?</title><content type='html'>Shooting is tomorrow and I am such a freak now. Always bad news, never good. I have yet to fully recover from my muscle aches . I will have problems with the kneeling position as I can't bend my knees properly. My thighs still hurt. *roar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked why I did not turn up for the PSA badminton tournament that day. I mean...come on....My muscles are still having the aftershock from the run. I walked as though I have piles...how to play? If I were to partipate even, I won't be able to last the entire duration. Badminton ain't a slow game you know. I need to move...fast. Anyway, I did 'RSVP' to inform that I won't be turning up. I am pretty sure the rest can still function without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin got engaged on Sunday. Believe it or not, I am going to have 4 weddings next year..or even 5. Can't escape coz all these are very close related. Why is it that nowadays people only get engaged for a while...sometimes less than a year...and then get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to sleep now...need to have sufficient rest for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-3972492668177520405?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/3972492668177520405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/armed-or-unarmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3972492668177520405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/3972492668177520405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/11/armed-or-unarmed.html' title='Armed Or Unarmed?'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8876630300177971845</id><published>2008-10-31T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:14:28.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>Despite all the Salonpass patches that were pasted on me yesterday, I still woke up aching. If only I could continue zzzzzz....I wished. I got up, showered and again finished up the whole packet of Salonpass patches. I had 5 patches on each leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my work place, I tried to walk steadily but some still laughed at me. Nice... My partner did ask if my leg had recovered. No matter what...I still drive...the driving part wasn't the problem. It was the getting in and out of the car part as I could feel the strain just by doing that. I could not walk fast... so everything was done steady-pom-pi-pi...relaxs...act cool only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot day. The air-con...can't depend on that. It felt more like a blower. Guess even the car cannot stand the hot weather. As we entered the car and sat down, I said "Wah my butt is hot!"...out of nowhere, my partner answered, "Yes that's what everyone says"...eh eh... *faints* cheeky cheeky ah... This is what happens when you are working in a male environment.  Seriously...they do look at your butt! Hey this butt lady can run okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Salonpass patches tonight. Finished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8876630300177971845?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8876630300177971845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8876630300177971845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8876630300177971845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-1925557457550383472</id><published>2008-10-30T20:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:28:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold</title><content type='html'>Today's event proved that I still have what it takes as a sprinter... Yay! At this age and in this body...cool! So our division had Sports Day earlier on (Sports Day - sounds so schooly). As the defending champion for last year 100m event, I still managed to keep that title for this year. That was a close shave. I nearly gave up about 20-30 metres away from the finishing line. Reason being...I could already feel my thigh muscle beginning to pull. I slowed down coz I didn't want history to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Sec 3, while running for the 100m event, I had a very bad muscle pull and forcing myself only made it worst. Just for the record, I came in 4th back then. And it was only the first event! In the end, I could not participate in other events and so was I damn disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point, I slowed down but I still managed to maintain my lead. I sped up again only when I was really nearing the ending point. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my npc topped the 4x100m mixed relay. We were too good..haha..no lah. Seriously, we did good as a team. All the ladies were made to be the second runner..which was weird coz last year, we were free to choose which runner we wanted to be. Anyway second runner was fine with me as long as it is just a straight dash. My team comprised of Firdaus, Nazeer and Azman...all of which, I have never run with before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such wonderful friends...after the relay..they asked..."how come you run so fast?"...."mr wong chasing you ar?"..."you running away from someone ar?" knn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain no gain...how so true. I ended up with a strain here and there. For now, salonpass patches are all over my body. Need to recover asap...work tomorrow and I need to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more medals (why medals, not trophy?) to be added to my collection...I love my collection...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-1925557457550383472?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/1925557457550383472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1925557457550383472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/1925557457550383472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/gold.html' title='Gold'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-8960506505974425704</id><published>2008-10-28T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:20:39.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex Bf Ex Gf</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day for me at work. It seemed that all those who came happened to be someone I know/heard or seen before/attended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attending to this uncle. As I was looking at his name (unique surname)...and his address (I know where that is)...I thought hmmm so very familiar. I asked if he was so and so father...he said yes and he asked me if I know his daughter? I actually said no *wth*....so I just told him..oh she was my friend's friend and that we were in the same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed! Truthfully, he is the father of my ex bf's ex gf... figure that out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-8960506505974425704?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/8960506505974425704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/ex-bf-ex-gf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8960506505974425704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/8960506505974425704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/ex-bf-ex-gf.html' title='Ex Bf Ex Gf'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6939521602495592559</id><published>2008-10-26T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:25:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes From Emails</title><content type='html'>Up to date, I have 466 messages in my email inbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was reading my emails and trying to delete as many emails as I possibly can bear to (I have a bad habit of being sentimental), I came across these... quoting from some emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think you were the one who had sent these...sshhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Email from a friend when told that I was getting engaged:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah! Nampaknya saya ni takde chance ler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... just kidding..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Email from another guy friend after expressing his feelings to me:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its been a real pleasure meeting n getting to noe a girl with such a weird and confusing, but adorable character like u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Email from my bunk sister after her engagement:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and not forgetting, my bunk sistas (seri, jiayi, adz, kaya &amp;amp; jasmine)...too bad Vee can't make it. but the rest of u did!! terubat rinduku pada seri.. miz her so much..after so long, get to see her. thx girls for all ur support. not forgetting, bryan &amp;amp; nizam. thx a lot for coming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Email from another guy buddy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"find other job la please. the xxxxx sucks. u both got good qualification so find something that suits"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6939521602495592559?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6939521602495592559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes-from-emails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6939521602495592559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6939521602495592559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes-from-emails.html' title='Quotes From Emails'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5847273453894921675</id><published>2008-10-25T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:57:07.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Friends</title><content type='html'>Saidah and I dropped by a friend's house today...UNINVITED! We were actually looking for a friend whom had gone MIA for damn long. So since Saidah wanted to invite her to her wedding, which is next month by the way, we decided to go to her house to look for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she was not home. But we managed to see her mum. Since her mum could not speak, we tried our best to use sign language to her (and we are so bad at it). Her mum seemed excited though and she was telling us some stuff. There was another girl in the house and we managed to get the contact number through her. Saidah called her immediately while we were still at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to her on the phone, Saidah passed the phone to me. When I heard her voice, my god, it was like...Awww...I miss her. I felt like crying actually. Afterall, I have known since we were 7 I think. A lot of questions I wanted to ask but over the phone...not so convenient and she was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she avoiding us? Did we offend her? What happened? We are still friends aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope she turn up on Saidah wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want things to turn out good...and for us to get together like before. After this, there is another friend whom I like to get re-acquainted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5847273453894921675?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5847273453894921675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5847273453894921675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5847273453894921675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-friends.html' title='Forever Friends'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2251252005621945292</id><published>2008-10-22T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:30:12.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In A Name</title><content type='html'>My name is Seri *dot dot dot*. Those who knows me, you know what my full name is. The point is, call me by my first name - SERI. Not Ayu unless you grow up knowing me by that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I have a nick too - YEE. It was given by my guy buddy (a friend whom I got to know in a weird way). He didn't want to call me by my name so he thought of a nick that goes with my name. That nick kind of got stuck with me. I use it for my email address and also as my initials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a Chinese name too - XUELI (as given by my poly mates). Coincidentally, 'YEE' can also be a surname. So my full Chinese name is YEE XUELI. Cool eh... For those aunties who can't pronounce my name, I just say I am Xueli. Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2251252005621945292?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2251252005621945292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2251252005621945292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2251252005621945292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-in-name.html' title='All In A Name'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-308859071435467250</id><published>2008-10-20T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:59:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious</title><content type='html'>I love my husband. Well, who doesn't right? As age catches up (not that I am that old), I wonder how my life would be like without him. With the demise of my close ones be it young or old, the thought of losing another scares me...so much so if it is someone much much close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I recounted the days that we used to spend together. How we...from foes...become a couple (with the help of SC Derek and a cake). How things kickstart...A simple sms becomes our first date, a simple question posed...a relationship blossomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would think that I was the one who courted him. How so wrong you people are! As much as I would love to reveal the details, as of now, let this be a secret between him and me (you all should know how his ego is like...if were to tell, he will lose face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for our friendship to blossomed to a relationship (it took longer for us to be from colleagues to friends!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;28.02.03 - colleagues&lt;br /&gt;(6-7mths)&lt;br /&gt;01.09.03 - friends&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27 days&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;28.09.03 - couple&lt;br /&gt;(6 mths)&lt;br /&gt;20.03.04 - fiance/fiancee&lt;br /&gt;(2 yrs)&lt;br /&gt;22.01.06 - husband/wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the champ. I am the mrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-308859071435467250?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/308859071435467250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/308859071435467250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/308859071435467250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-precious.html' title='My Precious'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2594572490441380626</id><published>2008-10-15T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:05:36.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Black</title><content type='html'>3rd day...and I am bruised all over. Not to mention the muscle aches. Not sure whether to regret or not to...for agreeing to take over someone to go for this course. Crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the batch for this round was too large (61 in total), they had to break us into groups. My practical test was conducted today. Ayang will be tomorrow. Still not completed yet as we still have 8 more techniques to go plus the theory test and additional 'coaching' practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead beat. I can't stand this kind of working hours. Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2594572490441380626?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2594572490441380626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/blue-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2594572490441380626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2594572490441380626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/blue-black.html' title='Blue Black'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-2047386450609979510</id><published>2008-10-13T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:28:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Training Hours</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of my instructor course. A bit sian la it is so far away and cannot go back so early. Waste petrol too coz of the traffic jam at expressway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 day course...meaning I have 3 days more to go. All these because of one person, who....was initially selected by lady boss to participate in this course. But he 'tai-chi-ed' it to me. Plus I was also arrowed by AK. Not that I mind...I just hope my ankle does not act up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am not alone. Ayang is in it too...so not so bad, have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-2047386450609979510?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/2047386450609979510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/32-training-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2047386450609979510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/2047386450609979510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/32-training-hours.html' title='32 Training Hours'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5211219138527145048</id><published>2008-10-02T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:26:49.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHR</title><content type='html'>Just came back from raya visiting. Full to the brim *can't imagine all the kilos that I am going to gain back* &amp;amp; Shacked... laundry 1st, then off to bed. Peace... See you all tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5211219138527145048?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5211219138527145048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/shr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5211219138527145048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5211219138527145048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/shr.html' title='SHR'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-6312459851391559681</id><published>2008-10-01T01:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:17:15.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>The day that we have been waiting for has finally arrived. Ramadhan has come to an end and we now welcome Syawal with open arms. Ramadhan - 30 days of abstaining from food, drink and sex *smile*...and also bad habits such as getting angry, using bad words, gossip, flirting etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the first day of Ramadhan falls on teachers' day whereas first day of raya coincides with childrens' day. What a match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on leave tonight but Ayang has to work (manpower issues). That leaves me all alone.... to deal with all the last minute thinggy. As at press time, red packet done.. kuih muih done.. curtains+blinds done.. laundry + ironing done.. mopping+vacuuming done. Only the bedrooms are messy. Wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to sleep coz there is no one for me to hug. At this same moment, I am texting Sunny (haha he has to partner Nazeer - confirm suay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Y fazil never take leave?&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Wat else..Manpower lor. Shucks.. Cannot get 2 sleep w/o him leh.. Haha.. U don vomit hor&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Are u horny? Pls dun do this in front of me..eeee..dun act like _ _ _ (name of someone - fill in the blanks)&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Of coz nt.. Wat I meant was.. Miss him la gundu. I m nt a sex maniac liker her. Sex 24/7.. Definitely nt gonna tell e whole world either.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Ha..haiz..ok..still dun wanna sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Told u..no one 2 hug mah. Hw 2 sleep. I m blogging nw.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Ha..u nonsense kepala momo.. 324 5 mins before oe..everytime like that **see told u so...confirm suay**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the demise of nenek dearest, raya has never been the same. I used to look forward to visiting her. I miss her so much. Such a great loss...but if she is still alive, there might be things that might probably upset her. Rest in peace NEK HINDON. I shall always pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have reverted to sending hari raya card...electronically that is. SMS-es are a bit boring. For those who might not have received.... let me wish you and families...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin. For those who I might have hurt whether intentionally or unintentionally...whether recently or in the past...whether seen or not, please accept my apologies. I sincerely seek your forgiveness..truly...from the bottom of my heart. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40minutes later:-&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Still blogging ar?&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: You got so many things to write meh? Tmr how to wake up in time?&lt;br /&gt;Seri: At most wake up late.. Canot sleep la.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Excited for what..nonsense..might as well u work..ha..i want kueh kueh&lt;br /&gt;Seri: *bish* me excited 4 wat? Nt s if i get angpao. $ go out haf la. Eh hw come u so free msg me. No one 2 entertain u there is it? Khekhekhe..&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Cos hari raya..my partner eating chips..wahaa..k lah..you go msg fazil! Night!&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Eh don bully nazeer ok. U onli tango 6..Hahahaha...*no angry okay&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: I know..we're friends...where got bully him..you are the one who keep on bullying me&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Good boy. B humble n don play rank like u noe who. I taught u well. Gd job gd job.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: You taught me? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Nonsense...go sleep! Be good..dun act like _ _ _ (name of someone - fill in the blanks) ...just pure sleep&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Ys boss. Soon.. Pls tell my husband i miss him. Tx.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Nonsense..like as tho u dun have his number...&lt;br /&gt;Seri: More romantic mah like dat.. Tx hor.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: I shall end this conversation..&lt;br /&gt;Seri: Jz talk thru 2 1r2. FOC.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Bye&lt;br /&gt;Seri: How cld u.. Bad u.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: Nonsense&lt;br /&gt;Seri: *blwek* bye momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-6312459851391559681?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/6312459851391559681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6312459851391559681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/6312459851391559681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-ramadhan.html' title='Bye Ramadhan'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-7935464249888122524</id><published>2008-09-26T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:59:26.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Bummer</title><content type='html'>The wedding that I was looking forward to attend has become Mission Impossible. Initially, it was not a problem as it falls on my off day. But many thanks to the F1 thinggy, there was a change in shifts. So so very very sorry Jiayi... *On bended knees* Many many thousand apologies babe! I wish there is a way that I could make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I just got back from my F1 shift. Another one tonight and tomorrow night will be the last day. 3 nights in a row *tak boleh tahan* after that yabedahbedu....Hari Raya!! *damn on bended knees again* (I have yet to think of what to say leh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya preparations almost done...well not really...I still have about 30% more to go. 4 more days to the end of fasting month. Gonna miss it though. But hurray...no more waking up at 4 plus in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very unsteady now. Have not had a wink since 8pm last night. I need to sleep. Wake up later to prepare for sungkai = buka = iftar and then off to work. Bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: money money money in my account!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-7935464249888122524?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/7935464249888122524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-bummer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7935464249888122524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/7935464249888122524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-bummer.html' title='What A Bummer'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135152296959135806.post-5722618845250184354</id><published>2008-09-22T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:41:01.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh!</title><content type='html'>Extracted from ST Forum (20.09.08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baby's birth cert reverses parental joy &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THE arrival of my newborn daughter was a source of joy for my wife and myself - until I went to obtain her birth certificate from the Immigration and Checkpoints Authority (ICA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, she was given the number T08-XX444X. As Chinese Singaporeans are aware, the number four suggests death, and implies misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appealed to the ICA officer, also a Chinese Singaporean who understood my discomfiture. But she firmly rejected my plea because rules were rules, I was told. Subsequently, I appealed to a superior officer and waited an agonising week, making several calls in between, only to be given the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grant that sticking to a system of rules is important. But so too is crafting exceptions which humanise the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I took great pains to craft our daughter's name, consulting time-honoured cultural principles, because we wanted an auspicious life for her. Imagine having a birth certificate number like 444 which counters all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birth certificate is a personal and important life-long document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A system which forces officers to stick rigidly to the rulebook without due regard for cultural sensitivities is not a good one. Rules are made to serve citizens and not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up. I hope that my daughter can be given a more appropriate birth certificate number and I'm not asking for very auspicious figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wth*..you should read the comments by others &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/ST+Forum/Story/STIStory_280424.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I am disgusted by this. I mean...all these numbers are generated as such. Birth cert numbers are not like car plate numbers where you bid for them or change them as you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"But so too is crafting exceptions which humanise the system"&lt;/span&gt;. My goodness... What in the world is this country coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135152296959135806-5722618845250184354?l=sryee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/feeds/5722618845250184354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5722618845250184354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135152296959135806/posts/default/5722618845250184354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sryee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh My Gosh!'/><author><name>sr_yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090312373384393905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LusNqWluugc/SRWzFTyiRuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H2h4GbSy4Z4/S220/1_645851737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
