<?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-11455208</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:22:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Lint in the Belly Button of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-257068856082480931</id><published>2009-04-28T02:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:26:29.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>So I'm officially 26. Cheers to another good year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Time for a new blog so goodbye to this one..&lt;br /&gt;To those that don't know the new blog address...well it could only mean, you're not important for me to give it to you. HA HA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-257068856082480931?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/257068856082480931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=257068856082480931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/257068856082480931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/257068856082480931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-im-officially-26.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7063998786644485729</id><published>2009-04-28T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:21:29.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday Baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy, happy, birthday baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Although you're with somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Thought I'd drop a line to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; That I wish this happy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Would find me beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Happy, happy, birthday baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No, I can't call you my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Seems like years ago we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; On a day I can't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 'Cause that's when we fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Do you remember the names we had for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You were my pretty, I was your baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; How could we say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Hope I didn't spoil your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I know I'm acting kinda crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So I'll close this note to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; With good luck and wishes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7063998786644485729?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7063998786644485729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7063998786644485729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7063998786644485729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7063998786644485729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday Baby..'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5310265586478086984</id><published>2009-04-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:57:18.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 things why I dread turning 26!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;26 Reasons why I'm dreading turning 26!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Everyone around me are either Married, Married with Kids, or getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. The age category has changed from 20-25 to 26-30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. IL be 30 in 4 years time! I as 20, 6 years ago!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Your body really takes a toll on you. At 18, I could head out to clubs at 9pm and come back at 7am only to take a quick shower and head out again for classes.and I actually paid attention in class!! Now, by 2am, my eyes are half closed and my body weighs a ton from dancing. And there's no way I could get up in time to go to work the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. I don't even go clubbing nowadays. (reasons up ahead - apart from aching body)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. I have to responsible with money. Although I work and earn MY own money, money which I could do anything with, I now have responsibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Parents are older = more nagging and since you're still living under the same roof as them, there's no excuse not to listen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8. You really got to start thinking about your life. Your aims, and goals and START going for it. And you have to be realistic about it. No more childhood games/dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9. All the last teenage music artist are foreign to me. The last teenage pop group that I used to (and still do) listen are the Backstreet Boys, Boyzone, Spicegirls, Take That, All for One, Boys to Men..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10. The artists I used to grow up to (Mickey Mouse Club, Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Jessica Alba) are all now married with Kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Shows like 90210 are being re-made to fit the 'Younger' crowd! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;12. It was 4 years ago since I last studied for an exam. 10 years ago since I took my O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Ive come to an age where I start reminiscing about the past. And start singing "those were the days my friend..we thought they'll never end"..and you were younger, all you could think of was the future..now I find myself thinking of the past more. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14. People have started calling me Auntie! and that's not the worst part..I've begun accepting it! *HORROR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;15. During parties, especially CNY, aunties (kaypoh ones) keep asking when you're going to get married. And when you tell them that you're still finding the perfect man, theygive u the "hopeless" look, or the something-must-be-wrong-with-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id=":1bu" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;16. My grandma keeps telling me (and I tell myself its becoz she's old and she forgot, she has told me this before) "when I was ur age, I was already a mother of 3"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;17. I have to start watching my diet. My metabolism rate isn't as high as it was many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;18. I have to start taking proper care of my skin. Use sunblock, moisturizer, blah blah..coz I don't want to look 40 when I'm in my 30s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;19. My bag now seems to have more 'rubbish'. Before all I needed was a simple wallet and my housekeys. Now I have housekeys, car keys, 3 wallets (one for name cards, one for credit cards, and one for cash), tissues, and other random redundant stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;20. R21 now means nothing to me (well it never did coz Singapore always censored things even AFTER rating it R21).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;21. I'm one chapter away from death. The next chapter in life is marriage and then death. I've already begun my Career chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;23. I have started to understand the real importance of life insurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;24. I have to start dressing my age. Can't dress too kiddish or else people will call me "try hard". hahaha...at least when you're younger, you can dress to be young or old..either way u could probably pass it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;25. I tend to forget more. I was going to type something in here but I forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;26. Whatever it is, the bottom line is I'm getting old. But life ain't that bad, there are good things from being 26!..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5310265586478086984?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5310265586478086984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5310265586478086984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5310265586478086984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5310265586478086984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/04/26-things-why-i-dread-turning-26.html' title='26 things why I dread turning 26!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7356092565991811852</id><published>2009-03-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:14:04.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Think of Me</title><content type='html'>"You'll Think Of Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;br /&gt;With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;br /&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;br /&gt;Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;What we should have been&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;And on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and all your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we got nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh someday baby, someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7356092565991811852?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7356092565991811852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7356092565991811852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7356092565991811852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7356092565991811852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-think-of-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Think of Me'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1531229982587823259</id><published>2009-02-25T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:58:02.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUTE MSG from my BABY...</title><content type='html'>A cute Thank You msg sent by Baby Ryan (through Caroline of course)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks for the prezzie auntie Ner&lt;br /&gt; where's my mummy's present&lt;br /&gt; I sent my daddy to work  on Monday to get the gift from you&lt;br /&gt; last nite, I tasted all the pieces one by one&lt;br /&gt; but I couldnt fit it into my mouth&lt;br /&gt; but at least I made a lot of noise in my cot with it when my parents were sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;- Baby Ryan Miguel Aliling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-1531229982587823259?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1531229982587823259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1531229982587823259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1531229982587823259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1531229982587823259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-msg-from-my-baby.html' title='A CUTE MSG from my BABY...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7322090631157615970</id><published>2009-02-17T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:20:28.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Hot dates...</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I know its been a while since I last blog. Im slowly going back in that habit of not updating. hahaha...ah well..here's what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of going back to studying to do my Masters. Was looking at doing a Master of Science in Marketing at the Marketing Institute of Singapore. Talked to the 'rents about it and they're supportive of it but advised me to think about it carefully. &lt;br /&gt;hmmm...so I'm still in the thinking stage.hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alot has been happening this week (after a few weeks of spending quiet time at home). Monday, I drove to work coz we were heading to Shirley's father's wake at West Coast. so knowing that they'l be a few of people coming along, I thought Id contribute my car. hahaha..Then on Tuesday, joined mum and dad at dinner with Aud and Merv. Dinner was rather interesting as I learnt that my aunty Carmen has pretty much left me with the decision of her life, estate and what nots after she dies. PRESSURE man!!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Im having dinner with the OCBC folks. We're heading to AMK hub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, plans aren't exactly firmed up yet. But Bernard wants me to accompany him to watch Underworld. Argh!! Of all movies...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, dinner cum supper (shaun calls it Din-Per and I call it Sup-Ner..hahaha) with the boys. In all the time Bernard has stayed in Tampines, he has not been to Simpang Bedok. Soo we're taking him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, I have that talk from NTU about their Nanyang Business school. Then, if time permits rush down to OLPS for novena. Then come back, shower and change for the big BIG date with 4 boys. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Its a priviledge for these boys to be able to take me out I tell you. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what should I wear?! Was asking Shaun earlier today and he said that these boys are just kids. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..we've concluded that it's either jeans with a normal top, my Victoria Secret tube dress, or jeans with a tube top (IL look like I'm going clubbing. hahaha...then should I wear flats or heels? hahaha...these boys (especially the Darling)...is soo bloody tall. hahahaha...hmm maybe IL just wear tshirt and fbt shorts. hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7322090631157615970?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7322090631157615970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7322090631157615970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7322090631157615970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7322090631157615970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-hot-dates.html' title='my Hot dates...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5176708607116124948</id><published>2009-02-03T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:57:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things about Me.</title><content type='html'>1.I love studying at night. Something about the coolness, calmness and the silence. I would be listening to music and trying to read and do my assignments. And sometimes on short breaks, I would be writing down the lyrics to the songs I love. I would listen and write the lyrics down as the song is being played. And by doing this, I learnt that it improves your English, improves your listening skills (especially taking down lyrics to a rap song) and that most of the lyrics to love songs are predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The most I've written in a week was 5 essays each about 5000 words. And on top of that I had a Math quiz. I have never been burnt out like that before but it was sure an experience. The feeling of it being over was euphoric! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Studying for exams with Adeline was GREAT! We would bring out our mattress to the living room, turn that place into a big camping ground. We would fill the dinning table with books, test papers, assignments, our snacks, my COKE,her COFFEE, our table lights, laptops, pens, pencils, cups and other what nots. We would study till wee hours in the morning, then head to MacDonalds for breakfast and then do more studying. After that we would go to the library to sleep. hahahaha...I think during exam periods we were only getting about 1hr of sleep for about a week.I seriously think during Uni, I was really lacking of sleep. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I am scared of Lizards. REAAALLLY scared of Lizards.Like I would rather die than to be near a lizard. My senses really heightens when a lizard is near. I can see that one tiny thing move 500m away, although my eyesight may not be that perfect. hehehehe...Somehow or another they seem to be attracted to me. I remember back in Bedok Ria, we had a small toilet at the back of the house. I was young then so I remembered going to pee and half closing the door. When washing my hands, I felt something drop on me and in the mirror I saw the tail of the lizard. Immediately I RAMMED into the toilet door, almost ripping it off and screaming for my maid. The Lizard had falled off me but I could still feel it in me!!! I kept jumping up and down and was in tears. After calming me down, my maid found a big cut on my leg which I apparently didn't feel like all. I didn't care what happened to me as long as I was away from the Lizard. BTW this has happened TO DATE about 7 times. Lizards LOOOOOVEEEE me!!! AAAAHH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I truly love cooking. I remember how we used to cook for about 20+ people almost every weekend back in Sydney. But now that I'm back with mum being my cook, I rarely get a chance to cook unless they decide to go away for a holiday.hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I had siblings. I would want to have an elder brother and a younger sister. I always imagined that my older brother would protect me and be someone I could go to. And I would be a big Jie Jie to my yonger sister. Help her with her problems and do fun girly things with her. Oh well, that's never going to happen now is it? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have to sleep with a bolster or with something to hug. I feel very insecure when I have nothing to hug. BUT it must always be either a bolster or pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to have this tape collection of oldies. And my maid would play it to wake me up or put me to sleep. Songs on the tape include; "Lipstick on your collar, Golden threads and Silver needles, Dear John, Put your sweet lips, Don't cry Joni...etc." I was only about 5+ then. So yup..I was an oldies kid! hahahaha... The lyrics to these songs are ones I will NEVER forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a thing for butterflies although I'm abit scared of the real thing. hehehe...I'm just amazed at how something soo ugly (caterpillar) turn out to be something soo colourful and beautiful. I'm always amazed at metamorphism. I associate myself with that actually. I love change. Change is good even if its for the better or worst. You always learn something from it. Hence my tattoo of a butterfly. It represents Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Everyone seems to wonder why on earth I have a degree in Math when I can't even do simple sums. Actually even I can't answer that question. Honestly sometimes I look at my certificate and wonder the same thing.hahaha...but I can tell you why I love Math. I love math not soo much for its numbers but for the skills you get out of it. Like the logic and reasoning way of thinking. There are soo many ways to look at a problem. So its a challenge to find the simplest way to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.When I was young I used to love lying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling imagining what life would be upside down. I could do that for hours. Just pretending that everything was upside down. I could also stare at the ceiling fan for hours imagining life on the blades of the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love horror shows but they always scare the shits out of me. But its the adrenaline pumping feeling that gets me all high. So if you're a fan of horror flicks, please be my friend. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My dream place to visit would be Lapland. Lapland is the Wild North of Finland. You get to see the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights), reeinders - apparently its a city that still rears reeinders, hahaha...and it experiences really cold winter (-50C at its worst).I love the cold but don't know if I can take it or not. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.I don't care much for chocolate or ice cream. I eat them but I don't crave for them like some people. If its there, IL eat, if it isn't, then no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't really like drinking coffee. I'm a Tea person. But I do love the smell of coffee. I actually even got a certificate in being a coffee connoisseur. You see, in Sydney, they take their coffee making very seriously. So since I was working at this coffee place, they sent me for a 2 day coffee training. You learn how to make the different types of coffee, the different types of beans,and how much milk to water..blah blah blah. My coffeeholic friends were extremely jealous. hahaha..The only coffee I probably drink is a Irish Creme Latte. But again, I'm a Tea person. I drink all sorts of tea. My favourite is the Earl Grey. I can sit at a cafe with a pot of Earl Grey and it'd just ease me troubles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I am a jeans,tshirt and slippers type of girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I love my slippers and do wish I could wear them everyday. I own 6 pairs of 'REAL' Havaianas. (pink, brown, silver, black, Australian Flag, white). It was until I went to Bugis that I realised they sold 'fake' Havaianas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't care much for makeup. Only after much nagging from my mum, I've started to use the blusher and eyeliner. That's all. I would rather have the extra minutes sleeping..than wasting time using makeup! hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5176708607116124948?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5176708607116124948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5176708607116124948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5176708607116124948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5176708607116124948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things-about-me.html' title='Random Things about Me.'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8750778520815879178</id><published>2009-02-02T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:51:56.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving Memory...Goodbye January!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow! January has managed to whizz by without anyone's notice! I can't believe we're actually in the 2nd month of 2009 already. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago, I was facing mama's death on one hand and my independence on the other. Where has the time really gone to? This year marks the 9th year anniversary of the girls. 9 years of the best friendship we all could ever have from going through relationships, to breakups, to pregnancies, to getting into medical school, to exams, to finding that perfect house, to having that first kiss, that first touch, to ermm...everything. hahahaha...my life today wouldn't be same if it wasn't for this bunch of girls. And to them I owe my life.&lt;br /&gt;Although we're all over the world now, I'm sure those memories are carried in our hearts forever. Somehow I find myself asking if I regretted coming back home after those 5 years? I probably did not regret coming home, but it was sure hard to leave my 'home'- a place I built for myself. Hmm...what if I never did leave, how different would I be today? For starters, I don't know if IL still be with Mark. Although we settle for the excuse that it was the long distance that tore us apart, I'm sure there were other underlying issues.&lt;br /&gt;But from that break up, I truly learnt the meaning of a heart ache (the kind where u literally feel as tho someone ripped out ur heart and tore it into a million pieces), truly learning the meaning of 'not knowing what you have till its gone', and learning the meaning of love. I'm sure that there are more things about love to learn but I definately learnt alot from Mark. And I hope he learnt alot from me too.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes IL find his emails and read them, and although some of them were angry emails, all I can get out from them now is love. How could I have felt so much love without knowing it then? I just knew that he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I still wish for that but it ain't going to happen. Sometimes I feel like I'm never going to feel love the same way I did with Mark and probably that's the truth. I will find love again and it will be different. Mark was Mark and this new guy (who ever he might be) will be the new guy.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...life! Whoever thought it'd be this hard. hahaha..I wish I could just be young and have carefree days. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just reminiscing and can't believe how fast time flies. So much to learn with soo little time.Wait! back on the topic of love, sometimes I don't understand how people can jump from relationship to relationship. Are they really in love with that person or do they just need attention from the relationship? hmmm I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8750778520815879178?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8750778520815879178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8750778520815879178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8750778520815879178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8750778520815879178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-loving-memorygoodbye-january.html' title='In loving Memory...Goodbye January!!!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-4100696566493522858</id><published>2009-01-28T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:20:02.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life, Back to REALITY</title><content type='html'>So Chinese New Year has come and gone. Next public holiday would be Good Friday.Geez that's a damn bloody long time more eh?! But considering how fast time flies, it'd be here in no time. And next thing you know..I'm another year older!!! F@$#!@#%sd#$@KKKKK!! (pardon my french!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from dinner at U.Erics. Abit quiet today as Eric Jnr was missing in action. I did however meet this really really cute old lady. She's about 80 years old. A typical nonya woman. She was randomly talking to me, coz I think no one was really paying attention to her and I HAPPENED to be next to her. The first funny thing was her asking me for mum and dad's name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: what's ur mum's name ah? I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;N: Dinah&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh ya! And what's her husband's name?&lt;br /&gt;N: Hilly&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh Hilly. That's her husband right?&lt;br /&gt;N: Yes. That's her husband.&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh good. And the husband is ur father issit?&lt;br /&gt;N: *speechless* ermm ya! *in my head DUH!, don't we look alike?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started talking about her maid. How many years she's worked for them, blah blah blah....(I wasn't really paying attention la)..but she suddenly caught my attention when I heard her say SEX.&lt;br /&gt;She was talking to me about SEX?!?! Did she realise how old I was and that it was publicly wrong and embarrassing to talk about it to a stranger (expect for my group of friends lah who would ramdomly just talk about sex or anything but with innuendo pun to it!).She started talking about birth control la, how to be safe, what not to do...etc. I was laughing in my head. *ner's head: Come auntie, let me teach u a thing or two in this day of the world- hahahahaha* But I graciously nodded, pretending that I had no clue what she was talking about, acting innocent (ermm I mean I AM INNOCENT) and that I was indeed learning something. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it was rather an eventful night. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that my relationship with Lil J has become rather interesting. You would think that after having at least a long stable relationship, one would more or less  be able to read a boy's mind (especially one who's much younger than u). hahaha..but nooo its actually still very HARD. hahaha..but it is actually very stimulating and very challenging. Shaun said that its been a while since I was this happy with my new friend. hahahaha...(stop laughing Lil J..it is a compliment to you but don't get too swelled up). So why is it rather interesting? Well its been a while but yet this has somewhat managed to pull a little string in my heart and its a nice feeling. One can fantasize for a little while.hahaha.. I call this my little holiday affair. hahahaha..Till school starts and there goes my baby...I will get back to reality. =)&lt;br /&gt;So for now, bear with my nonsense. =P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit defeat (I shall be the bigger person), &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; you were older, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; go after you. I mean, who wouldn't right? If you find someone who laughs with you, shares the same thoughts with u (altho scary at times), and is of a good fit, would you be insane to let it go? But that would be another story...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...that would be part of my fantasy. hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-4100696566493522858?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/4100696566493522858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=4100696566493522858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4100696566493522858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4100696566493522858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to life, Back to REALITY'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6884702393824814829</id><published>2009-01-27T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:24:36.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Facts</title><content type='html'>hmmmm...a proper rebuttal is what he wants. In truth I really can't think of a rebuttal.&lt;br /&gt;So he misses me, the truth is out and I can't deny that..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..so since I can't think of a rebuttal, I've decided to try something different. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some random stuff about him that I remember from the Israel trip or from getting to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He was always warm. Not only him, but Josh too. I remembered during the 'Our Father'during our daily masses when we held hands, his hands were always very warm. It was nice! =)&lt;br /&gt;2.  He doesn't snore..hahahaha.but wait! I'm also asleep when he is...so I don't really know. But I don't remember hearing him snore.Soo...I conclude, that he doesn't. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;3.  He's a real gentleman. Very caring and wonderful person inside and out.Something far beyond his 16 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;4.  He likes the colour blue. (something I noticed, coz most of his clothes were blue. hahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;5.  He's damn bloody TALL. &lt;br /&gt;6.  He's a capricon.&lt;br /&gt;7.  He was born in the year of a Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;8.  He has a brother name Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;9.  He's an Altar Boy.&lt;br /&gt;10. He wears glasses with very little degree..which I think without it, he'd be blind. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;11. He can make me laugh without knowing it coz sometimes I seriously think we have identical minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably alot more things I know about him but I wouldn't risk saying it all out. hahahaha.. But doing this also proves my point that girls are more emotional than men and that men can NEVER say out their feelings..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6884702393824814829?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6884702393824814829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6884702393824814829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6884702393824814829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6884702393824814829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-random-facts.html' title='Some Random Facts'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7829014356404234185</id><published>2009-01-23T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:36:42.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wait and see...</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha...for now I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a surprising rebuttal. So news it out, he FINALLY did admit that he misses me. hahahaha..I know, I know! Im a sucker to such appraisals. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2am now and not like my brain or mind ever work, but let me sleep on this and think up of a response/rebuttal as we like to call it. But oh! before I end this..I would like to say...I like how he always has to rest assure 'others' that he's not talking about his girlfriend. hahaha...its classic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first bible study (shutup to all those who gasp...I can HEAR you). YES, indeed it was a first for me. I'm even surprised to see me drag my feet there to church. It was like someone was pulling me there..(ahh...the Holy Spirit has finally decided to grace me). I must say it was rather interesting tho at times it was abit cliche. But time not wasted, I did enjoy myself and probably did managed to learn a thing or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we (Ah Sook, A.Ade, Mum, Dad, Justin L, Shaun and a few others) decided to go down to the near by coffee shop for dinner and drinks. To get there...I sat on Ah Sook's lorry. Get this! I sat at the back of a LORRY!!! How FASCINATING was that..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okokok I know alot of people are saying "u mean it was your first time?". So YES, I admit, I was a lorry-virgin before tonight. It was a fun journey albeit the short ride. I had fun. There were moments I felt as though I was going to be flung out of the truck. hahahaha..What a night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, its time for me to say Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7829014356404234185?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7829014356404234185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7829014356404234185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7829014356404234185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7829014356404234185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-wait-and-see.html' title='You wait and see...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7165024732295121226</id><published>2009-01-22T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:30:31.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reply</title><content type='html'>You know how on facebook you reply to people's msges on their account? Well, I'm replying to an entry that someone wrote about me on his blog...hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first THIS person was abit reluctant to write up the entry. Saying that 'others' would comment that I'm his new gf or something along those lines..but in the end he wrote up a short and sweet entry regardless of what people thought..or maybe he did want people to know of his special friend. hahahahaha...(he would now say..in his words.."THICCCKKK SKINNNED")..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I make any comments I would first like to say, I am honoured and a huge thanks for that entry. Although it sounded somewhat similar to something I read somewhere (mmm..wonder where), it was rather sweet. There were moments where I would smile at the sudden trigger of memory.&lt;br /&gt;So as the journey of this friendship grows..I will  have more things to write.And till the day he finally admits that he misses me...I will never know..=P (I'm not blackmailing you to say it K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 1 more week till he finally begins school and the next chapter with his life. By then, business would have picked up and I'l be swarmed with work. So 1 more week of playful times and teenage giggles and soon it'd all be over. So yes..iL say it again, I will miss you when you're gone but it'd finally be time for me to kick my ass and work! hahaha...It was fun chatting with you and I will definately be bored without ur 'debates and rebuttals'.hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;WAH! this sounds like as if you're going far far away when in truth u're just a couple of blocks away from me. hahahaha...but once school start, you'll be sucked in with JC life, meet new friends, friends of your age (thankfully! and not some old hag hahahaha.. - yes a decade is 10years not 12!!!)..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its time for my meeting...so have fun and iL be back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7165024732295121226?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7165024732295121226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7165024732295121226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7165024732295121226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7165024732295121226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-reply.html' title='My Reply'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8553373399850358517</id><published>2009-01-20T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:21:45.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Friendship than meets the Eye...</title><content type='html'>So Israel trip was great. I learnt alot about the Lord and I really felt something. Hard to describe but I really felt a presence that has made me want to be closer to my faith. HOLY NER...hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although the trip was 80% old people, there was a group of us termed "young ones" - thanks to Angela, our tour leader- hehehe. It mainly consisted of Me (the oldest and the mastermind of most of the jumping shots), Justin and his brother Josh.&lt;br /&gt;We occupied the back of the bus and nope, we didn't make alot of noise, we slept alot! hahaha..We kept bugging our driver, Noor, to drive us to the nearest KFC for a change of meal. We were getting so sick of the Israeli cold COLD food. hahaha..But as expected, he didn't understand a word we said, and I bet neither did Josh. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...remaining close as we were, after a long and tiring plane ride (coz those 2 brothers refused to let me sleep, Justin kept poking me whenever I would close my eyes) we bid our goodbyes. They were stopping over at Istabul for a night before returning home to Singapore. Although stubbornly I said I wouldn't miss them, I did. The journey back to Singapore was boring and quiet, but I DID finally managed to get some sleep.hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I was dead tired, hungry and feeling very dirty when we got back to Singapore. Glad to be home though. =) Friday night went by fast,and I was awaken on Sat morning by the 2 rascals pronouncing their arrival. Amazingly from then on, I got pretty close to Justin(probably becoz he was the freest among all. Josh had school). Chatted with him regularly and meeting up regularly coz he was helping out to do the photo slides which he did with perfection. He was also my saviour from boredom at work. hahaha...Sometimes I laugh and smile to myself at the msgs that he sends and Rayson would think I'm crazy...he'd come over and disturb me saying that I should go home and take my medicine. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;'Lil Justin' as some friends call him (so as not to get mixed up with Justin Liang).hahaha...Its weird that although he's soo much younger than me (bloody hell!!!)..We click perfectly well..hahaha weird eh?!Its sometimes really scary where we would be thinking off the same thing and he would finish up my sentences. Can you imagine? I actually found someone that does that but he's soo much younger than me?! Bloody hell!!!!Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice, decent and well mannered boy. Im proud that he did well on his O's and hopefully goes to the right school for his own sake. You never know the people we meet in this day and time (WOW! I sounded like a big Jie Jie). So Justin, if you're reading this..remember this:&lt;br /&gt;You have along way to go before you finish school. This is usually the best time in one's life, the other is when you get married and become a father ( so I hear!)..so enjoy and learn from every experiences that you get, be it good or bad. A lesson someone older taught me: Whatever you do in life, remember to never regret it. So make the right choices which I'm sure you will and enjoy Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok enough of being a big Jie Jie.hahahaha.. So yah..here's the story of how Lil Justin has become such a big part of my life...and Oh yah..*shhh he told me to add this in*..&lt;br /&gt;he won this battle that we had between us. See right, we usually can finish up each other sentences or type in the exact thing we were thinking of. So earlier today, he was telling me something that a priest once told him..that ..the girl will chase him and not he chase the girl coz he's sooo charming. =)&lt;br /&gt;so I asked where's the line of girls that follows this Mr charming?? ahahaha. His reply was that..the line was along East coast till West coast..but none caught his eye..and oh yah, I was in the line too but I didn't catch his eye.Then I rebute saying..but if I was in his line..then why did he come up to my place yesterday to see me? hahahaha...for a minute, he had nothing to say. hahaha..My rebuttal was too good for him, coz it was a fact that he came up to see me. hahaha..Then I reminded him that its difficult to come up with a rebuttal when we both think soo alike. hahaha..then..suddenly by some power, he came up with a rebuttal and said..he said that he came up to tell me that I had no chance to be his GF even if I had Q'd. Then I lent him the book as an apology for not queuing up coz I never showed him face. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;SEE LAH!! what I have to go through..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;But he's a really nice kid (opps..dude) and I really really like him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8553373399850358517?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8553373399850358517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8553373399850358517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8553373399850358517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8553373399850358517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-than-friendship-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than Friendship than meets the Eye...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3858128686193308459</id><published>2009-01-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:07:14.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 Promise!</title><content type='html'>Indeed time passes by so quickly, no one's going to deny that.It is what we make out of the little time that we have that matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Jan 21st, the month is almost up. Chinese New Year is round the corner and yet the mood doesn't feel right. I was never that fond of CNY apart from receiving the ang baos but I guess maybe people are slowly feeling the reality of the recession.&lt;br /&gt;2009 is going to be a bad year, I can feel it. With recession and unemployment on the rise, what are we to expect? Hmm..maybe I shalln't be so grim about it. Look on the brighter side of things, I have a job that I love and I'm surrounded by people that matters.&lt;br /&gt;So I take it back! 2009 IS going to be a GREAT year! I'll work hard, maybe go back to studying and complete my masters, but most importantly have fun! Life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with 'Happy-Girl' and 'Not so Happy-Boy'..hahaha luckily I don't think Kavan has access to my blog. Heading down to Timbre at substation for drinks and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since I last saw Nad, but the greatest thing about us, is that no matter how long we haven't seen each other, when we meet, its like we just saw each other. Weird huh? She's probably the only one that kept in contact with me ever since I left for Sydney. Thanks babe..I love you for that.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm also going to keep in close contact with my friends in Sydney. Its sad that we're all in different parts of the world now, but that doesn't and shouldn't mean anything. We've gone throught alot together and we can definately deal with this. My 2009 promise to you girls, I will be more than a friend to you, I promise always be here when you need me and I will definately keep in touch more often. I love you girls. MUACKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3858128686193308459?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3858128686193308459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3858128686193308459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3858128686193308459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3858128686193308459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-2009-promise.html' title='My 2009 Promise!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2851203881746576886</id><published>2009-01-06T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:01:12.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>2009 is already here!!! Can you imagine that?! Time just passes by too quickly. Some say time passes by quickly when you're having fun but I can't say that I truly am. But that's just another story for another day yah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its the beginning of another year and what have I done? I wouldn't really condemn 2008 as to be a REALLY bad year but would just say it was a journey filled with different experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened in 2008:&lt;br /&gt;I went to Japan for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I left APC to join OCBC only to re join APC again.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of learnt what I want in my life in the career sense.&lt;br /&gt;I turned 25.&lt;br /&gt;I attended 8 weddings.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls got married and it was such a beautiful thing. (this alone has to be another entry).&lt;br /&gt;I did a pilgramage. I went to the Holy Land.&lt;br /&gt;I definately made alot of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;I want to love again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;I want my career to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to finally make that trip back to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Canada for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year for yet another experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2851203881746576886?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2851203881746576886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2851203881746576886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2851203881746576886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2851203881746576886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2969587022150959662</id><published>2008-04-29T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:12:50.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always and Forever</title><content type='html'>If I should stay, &lt;br /&gt;I would only be in your way. &lt;br /&gt;So I'll go, but I know &lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;You, my darling you. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet memories &lt;br /&gt;that is all I'm taking with me. &lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye. Please, don't cry. &lt;br /&gt;We both know I'm not what you, you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life treats you kind &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you have all you've dreamed of. &lt;br /&gt;And I wish to you, joy and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;But above all this, I wish you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;I, I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, darling, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2969587022150959662?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2969587022150959662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2969587022150959662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2969587022150959662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2969587022150959662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2008/04/always-and-forever.html' title='Always and Forever'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8797022574390224085</id><published>2008-01-01T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:01:45.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always have you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can’t waste time so give it a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I realize nothings broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No need to worry about everything I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don’t look back got a new direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I loved you once, needed protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You’re still a part of everything I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You’re on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just like a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’ll always have you (I'll always have you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If I live every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Won’t change any moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's still a part of me in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will never regret you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Marks everything I do, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8797022574390224085?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8797022574390224085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8797022574390224085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8797022574390224085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8797022574390224085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-always-have-you.html' title='I&apos;ll always have you'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3261799439774794284</id><published>2007-12-04T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:35:46.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing that part of my life.</title><content type='html'>Its not like I don't miss you or stopped missing you. I still think of you every single day but I have to learn to move on and close that chapter of my life. Sure we did have fun and shared some memories that I will always hold close to my heart. But to hope for something that I know will probably not be there is unhealthy. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our time to grow and set our wings free. You've taught me so much and yet there's so much more for me to learn. Maybe someday we could be friends. Closer friends than what we are today. For now I can't be that person you want me to be coz it just hurts too much to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best and maybe some where down the road, you and I will both meet that 'special' person. Someone that will make us feel loved again. Someone who will bring in the sunshine. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3261799439774794284?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3261799439774794284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3261799439774794284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3261799439774794284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3261799439774794284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/12/closing-that-part-of-my-life.html' title='Closing that part of my life.'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1148658848306936595</id><published>2007-11-13T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:42:06.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Im someone special&lt;br /&gt;Im just in disguise&lt;br /&gt;I may not be perfect&lt;br /&gt;In everyones eyes&lt;br /&gt;It may not be tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Theres someone special&lt;br /&gt;Waiting out there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-1148658848306936595?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1148658848306936595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1148658848306936595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1148658848306936595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1148658848306936595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-special.html' title='Someone Special'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5133079734130363743</id><published>2007-08-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:14:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey hey...im soo bad at keeping up with this Blog stuff. Especially with now Facebook and all. Ah well, here are the pics taken with the family whilst Myla and Darrell were down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole Cordeiros are down in Sunny Singapore for Lyle's baby girl -Leah Andrea Cordeiro- baptism. So I hope I can put those pics up when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till then...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic1073005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5133079734130363743?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5133079734130363743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5133079734130363743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5133079734130363743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5133079734130363743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8068336181119334903</id><published>2007-06-28T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:12:28.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic7770750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8068336181119334903?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8068336181119334903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8068336181119334903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8068336181119334903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8068336181119334903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7560946725521871800</id><published>2007-06-12T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:33:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/frame8286869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7560946725521871800?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7560946725521871800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7560946725521871800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7560946725521871800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7560946725521871800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7188485716993060919</id><published>2007-05-20T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:26:59.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know everyone is waiting for the Sydney pictures..but there're just too many of them. So for now, just be satisfied with the Bintan pics taken just last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic7264452.jpg"&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/11455208-7188485716993060919?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7188485716993060919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7188485716993060919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7188485716993060919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7188485716993060919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-everyone-is-waiting-for-sydney.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1794068203324361395</id><published>2007-05-09T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:02:08.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movies I sooo wanna catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/movies-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-1794068203324361395?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1794068203324361395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1794068203324361395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1794068203324361395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1794068203324361395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/05/movies-i-sooo-wanna-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-638593569880278152</id><published>2007-05-09T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:50:12.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                               My first attempt to stitch up the photos. I&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       think I need a tripod to get better stability. Picture looks abit wonky. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/harbourbridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                               The Sydney View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/bondi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bondi Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-638593569880278152?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/638593569880278152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=638593569880278152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/638593569880278152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/638593569880278152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-attempt-to-stitch-up-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3860941090651003039</id><published>2007-05-06T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:12:24.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only you can make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel smart.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel beautiful, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel like I can do anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel important.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel so angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me feel jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, Only you can make me want you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3860941090651003039?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2425161833623505098</id><published>2007-05-01T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:19:12.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back home and already back at work...SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2425161833623505098?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2425161833623505098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2425161833623505098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2425161833623505098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2425161833623505098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-home-and-already-back-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2874505521956218916</id><published>2007-04-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:14:27.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still in Sydney but back from Cairns. IL post more up soon I promise. Pics are with Mark. So I need to get it off from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for me to sleep..Back to the cold weather in Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2874505521956218916?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2874505521956218916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2874505521956218916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2874505521956218916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2874505521956218916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-in-sydney-but-back-from-cairns.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1924984959564047333</id><published>2007-04-12T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:01:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I should be out in that driveway&lt;br /&gt;Stoppin' you&lt;br /&gt;Tears should be rollin' down&lt;br /&gt;My cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not fallin' apart like I usually do&lt;br /&gt;And how the thought of losin' you's&lt;br /&gt;Not killin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;That I can stand here strong,&lt;br /&gt;Cold as stone&lt;br /&gt;Seems so wrong, I can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just I've cried so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm numb, baby I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;That I don't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could let myself be angry over&lt;br /&gt;Wasted time&lt;br /&gt;And sad about just throwin' love away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I almost wish my heart&lt;br /&gt;Was breaking&lt;br /&gt;But I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter, alone&lt;br /&gt;I just feel it's time - time to&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta move on and on and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; On and on - yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-1924984959564047333?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1924984959564047333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1924984959564047333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1924984959564047333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1924984959564047333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-wrong.html' title='Am I wrong?'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3903235547715893872</id><published>2007-04-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:01:23.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sanjaya Malakar, saved for yet another week. What the HELL is wrong with the AMERICANS?!?! So what if his performance was somewhat ok last night? The bottom line is HE CAN'T SING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/Malakar_idol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3903235547715893872?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3903235547715893872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3903235547715893872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3903235547715893872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3903235547715893872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/sanjaya-malakar-saved-for-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3961896525542889073</id><published>2007-04-11T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:30:55.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 days more..&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon Voyage folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3961896525542889073?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3961896525542889073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3961896525542889073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3961896525542889073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3961896525542889073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-days-more.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7082273338986426957</id><published>2007-04-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:04:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Annable Chong play at the Theretical Studio at the Esplanade. It was good. Very refreshing to see that Singapore has started to open up their VERY conservative minds to something that was so against everything Singapore believed in. She was an intelligent student, went to the right schools, but yet she felt she was compelled to do these things. Nothing of which she wanted. She only wanted to make her parents proud and to be number one. She audaciously pioneered many acts that artists use nowadays. She did what most people could only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/251AnnabelChong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7082273338986426957?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7082273338986426957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7082273338986426957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7082273338986426957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7082273338986426957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/annable-chong-play-at-theretical-studio.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3150696108013782445</id><published>2007-04-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:22:06.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back Shirley! WE all missed you greatly. Now there'll be 'music' in the CST room. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/CST/mosaic201912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3150696108013782445?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3150696108013782445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3150696108013782445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3150696108013782445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3150696108013782445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome-back-shirley-we-all-missed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/CST/th_mosaic201912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8407152439324805844</id><published>2007-04-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:18:34.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/Bangkok%20-March2007/mosaic7726549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8407152439324805844?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8407152439324805844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8407152439324805844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8407152439324805844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8407152439324805844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/Bangkok%20-March2007/th_mosaic7726549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-767623543267010799</id><published>2007-04-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:32:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bangkok weekend has come and gone waay to fast. Not enough shopping, not enough Thai delicacies, definately not enough time. Bangkok this time was freaking hot! HOT HOT HOT I tell you. Only 10mins in the sun, you'll be sweating and melting away. Its definately not fun when its that hot. Here's a brief catch up on what I did on my 3days escapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Flight was at 6.30am! So woke up at 4am to get to the airport by 5.30. Flight was fully booked but luckily for mama and me, we seat next to us was vacant, so this means more body space for both of us.  First funny episode with mama happened on the plane. As it was early in the morning, I fell aslp as soon as my head touched the seat. By the time I woke up, we were already  miles up in the sky, about 40mins into our flight. but what amazed me was that next to me was mama with a baby on her lap.  I was soo shocked that I almost fell off my seat. Apparently the guy was trying to make milk for the baby but he had no hands to personally look after him so mama took the child in her hands and placed him on her lap. It was hilarious. When we touched down and got to the hotel, we simply just dumped everything in the room and left for jajujat. There was another hot oven. I felt like I was a cake being baked. It was ridiculous. I was literally dripping with sweat! Anyways...didn't do much shopping till later at MBK and Siam. Couldn't get Paweena, must have been wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a really nice breakfast. Mama was eating almost everything that was there. hehehe..funny times. I love you mama. =) Then we attended mass at Church of the Redeemer. Nice quaint church with the cutest priest. He was really old and tiny and he had the cutest walk ever! It was cute...u should have seen him. After that we walked around Pratunam, for more shopping. The heat was really unbearable. It made the shopping a real pain.  ARGH! But nonetheless, shopping was achieved, and things were bought. Then met up with Paweena in the afternoon. Paweena's a girl from my work team: CRT. She's my Thai delegate. hehehe..Met up with her for the first time. Really nice bubbly girl, fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wee for showing me around. We really have to meet up again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Nothing much left to do, except for going for a nice BUT short massage. Then it was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be up soon I promise. Till then. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-767623543267010799?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/767623543267010799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=767623543267010799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/767623543267010799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/767623543267010799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-bangkok-weekend-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2744987159302813246</id><published>2007-03-29T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:22:03.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So again to the hospital today. Doctors ran all sorts of tests on dad. Poor daddy. Imagine a person being treated like subject. such a horrible thought. More to tests needed to be run after our short escapade to Thailand. I really hope everything is fine before I leave for Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Dear Lord, please keep my family safe. Please let there be no suffering of any sorts.Guide us through our daily tests and help us when we fall. Protect us from all evil and give us strength to move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks more till Im up in the sky again.An outbound trip to Kingsford Smith, Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2744987159302813246?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2744987159302813246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2744987159302813246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2744987159302813246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2744987159302813246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-again-to-hospital-today.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1036528333458641566</id><published>2007-03-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:22:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;c1=Amazing beauty from mother nature.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=Music..is my Life!&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=Shopping...what more can I say.&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;c4=Take me home.&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;c5=Natural beauty is all I ask for.&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;c6=Common baby, light my fire.&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=My deadly sin. Need more sleep.zzzzzzzzz&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_42E67A46.jpeg&amp;c8=My haven. &amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0688843C.jpeg&amp;c9=Catching up on my series. So shoot me coz Im a Serial Addict.&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2F50C3FA.jpeg&amp;c10=The sense of touch...ooohh so sexy!&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-74F8AADA.jpeg&amp;c11=The cold, the fresh air, the wilderness&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=My favourite poison!!&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=Look at that sky. So blue, so serene.&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=354579-aae0&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=354579-aae0&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&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/11455208-1036528333458641566?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1036528333458641566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1036528333458641566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1036528333458641566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1036528333458641566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/03/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-4503445909433034886</id><published>2007-03-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:38:01.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-4503445909433034886?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/4503445909433034886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=4503445909433034886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4503445909433034886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4503445909433034886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-going-home-back-to-place-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6511111181648787740</id><published>2007-03-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:35:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life..</title><content type='html'>Its about 3weeks more 'till I'm going back home. Well not exactly home, but to a place where I called home for 5years. I guess Sydney will always be a place close to my heart. I know I bitch alot about that place but truthfully I love Sydney. (maybe its just the fact that I'm happy with anywhere away from my folks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...so 3weeks more.Am I excited? Well part of me is. I mean who wouldn't be right? A 2week break from work, seeing all my friends again, seeing those that I love and who mean the world to me..Well there's also a part of me that is quite reluctant to see and pray for it to come. And the only excuse for feeling this way is because I know, that when its time for me to go it also means its time for me to come back.2weeks plus is definately not enough time for me to soak up everything that I've missed out for the past 2years.How on earth am I to possibly catch up on all the gossips in that 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for starters, IL tell you guys what I've been up to lately so hopefully that will save us abit of time.=)&lt;br /&gt;Work has been alright, stable. Looking forward to the next pay rise which I hope will be in time for my birthday. 'Till then, work is still work and I'm begining to hate Wednesdays. Its a day of back to back meetings.ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Okay...besides work, I've started giving tuition to 2lovely Secondary 3 (Year 9) students. Guess what I'm teaching?!?! Maths? No...(I can hear some of u sighing in relievement). Its worse than that..I'm teaching English! Imagine me, NER, teaching English..someone just shoot me please..&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact, its going pretty alright. I'm having fun and thank god, the girls are actually learning something. They're either learning English or their acting skills have improved tremendously.hehehe...Good work Girls!&lt;br /&gt;Now apart from these 2 activities..I've also started doing my own online business (yes..Im trying to be an entrepreneur-fingers cross please). I'm partnering with one of my collegues at work and we've bought a couple of websites. Right now we're searching for suppliers to offer dropshipping. We're scouting for them in Australia, the US and also around Asia. Once we've contacted them we will then work on the sites and I promise to inform you once they're up. Why I'm doing this??&lt;br /&gt;Well its a good chance for me to know more about the business world. Also earning extra money is not going to hurt right?!?! Plus the internet is the best place to make money nowadays. So look out for Extrepreneur 2007 - Miss Nerissa Gail de Rozario. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;What else has this busy bee been up too...Well, I've also thought of going back to studying, so I've applied for a couple of master programs and to my surprise I got accepted in RMIT to the Masters of Business Information Systems program. This is to start in July and its part time here in Singapore. Currently I'm still debating on whether its the best choice for me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I've been doing is looking around for houses here in Singapore. (before you guys wonder 1) how much does this girl earn to look for houses 2) boy! is this girl busy)..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;firstly no I'm not earning millions. Like I said I'm just looking out. I need to get married to buy a house here. Putting in my bid for a place is allowed but after 6mths of getting the keys IL need to produce my marriage cert. So by my calculations that will leave me about 1yr + to get everthing (as in to find someone to marry) if I want to buy a house. hehehe..Also if I were to get a small 4-room HDB flat, I can use my CPF to start paying it off. (Man do I love CPF...hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.That's what I've been up to lately. =)  See you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6511111181648787740?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6511111181648787740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6511111181648787740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6511111181648787740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6511111181648787740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-life.html' title='My life..'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6170156381390531922</id><published>2007-03-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:38:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My guilty pleasures of the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Did some retail therapy and bought me these new toys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/ixus70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/canon_digital_ixus_70_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/canon_digital_ixus_70_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6170156381390531922?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6170156381390531922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6170156381390531922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6170156381390531922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6170156381390531922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-guilty-pleasures-of-weekend-did-some.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-9091860653283890341</id><published>2007-03-07T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:24:25.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would think that someone who loves you would know you the best inside and out, but the truth is...they know NOTHING about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time for me to let go that part of me. To be free. Is it possible to imprison yourself with a fear of the unknown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of reasons of why we should still be together? Thinking of all those memories. Truth is, that's the past and this is the present. It also looks like you're not trying, so why should I?&lt;br /&gt;This time, no more excuses. No more thinking with the head, just follow the heart. Its a risk but no one ever said love was a planned activity right? So why should I then plan out my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Down with a very very bad flu. Have a very stubborn fever that refused to go down. And now and very bad irritating cough. Dear Lord, please help me get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-9091860653283890341?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/9091860653283890341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=9091860653283890341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/9091860653283890341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/9091860653283890341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-would-think-that-someone-who-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6559751819457876131</id><published>2007-02-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:51:25.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONG XI FA CAI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI! and a very Happy New Year to all the pigs around the world. May each of you have a blessed and fruitful year. Its MY YEAR people. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new year has come and gone yet again. Time really doesn't seem like its going to slow down anytime soon. Anyway a short update on what's been happening in this little piggy's life.&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I lost my phone, my ipod and my camera (yes AGAIN!!). This time I SWEAR wasn't due to my careless-ness. It was pure bad luck! aRGH! Im really begining to feel sorry for those low lives bastards. I use to hate these people that take pleasure from sneaking around and stealing goods from others instead of working their asses off to earn themselves decent money to buy those things. Now I just feel sorry. Sorry that they don't have the courage to go out and earn a proper living. They'd rather just go round snacthing peoples' belongings. May God have mercy on you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said about my loss. Apart from that I'm been doing A-ok (I guess). I am still happily working, still with a roof over my head and proper food to fill my stomach. OMG! talk about food, not only did I have good food to fill my tummy, I had enough food to feed the whole nation of Africa. Why do people always have to cook soo much during festive seasons? hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all the update I have. Back to work people. Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yes..so no pictures for the time being, till I get myself another camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6559751819457876131?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6559751819457876131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6559751819457876131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6559751819457876131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6559751819457876131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='GONG XI FA CAI!!!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1809564884580438806</id><published>2007-02-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:30:01.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our team outing at downtown east chalet. Great food, great games, great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic9835724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-1809564884580438806?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1809564884580438806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1809564884580438806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1809564884580438806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1809564884580438806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5866792652186696092</id><published>2007-01-30T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:28:39.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cool does this look? YES I'm  a big fan of Harry Potter but I haven't even finished reading the 6th book yet. (slaps her own hands - bad bad girl). But THIS I wanna watch. Out in July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/lotr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5866792652186696092?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5866792652186696092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5866792652186696092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5866792652186696092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5866792652186696092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-cool-does-this-look-yes-im-big-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5258530133869341196</id><published>2007-01-24T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:20:54.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/frame7245443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5258530133869341196?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5258530133869341196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5258530133869341196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5258530133869341196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5258530133869341196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6329220303715999992</id><published>2007-01-24T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:15:22.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's something about this picture that is soo interesting. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/sexdrip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6329220303715999992?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6329220303715999992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6329220303715999992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6329220303715999992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6329220303715999992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-something-about-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8265289676886753116</id><published>2007-01-18T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:18:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know the feeling of feeling afresh and brand new and before you know it, time just slips pass you and you wonder when the hell did everything start or where did everything go? Its a brand new year 2007 but somehow I still feel the freshness from 2006. I somewhat still remember starting 2006 out as a new working person and suddenly its 2007! WTF?! Where did the time go? Here I am sitting in the office (after lunch) and as my mind wanders far from my body, I begin to wonder what I should pen as my resolutions for this year. I soon realise that its the same as last year, or somewhat similar. Does that mean I didn't do a good job last year or does it simply mean that time was not enough to achieve everything. So does this mean, this year I need to hurry to get my dreams??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...time is tricky bugger I tell you. It sneaks by you like a professional thief. Well maybe it might even be better I reckon.Anyways...back to my resolutions for this year. What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8265289676886753116?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8265289676886753116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8265289676886753116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8265289676886753116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8265289676886753116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-feeling-of-feeling-afresh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2064884638287192335</id><published>2007-01-18T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:05:41.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to catch IL DIvO at Kallang Indoor stadium. Before I rant off how good the show was, let me just say that it's been ages since I last went to the indoor stadium. I think the last time I actually stepped inside was about 10years ago. Shit! that was a really long time eh. But everything seems so yesterday. Sigh...how time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the concert. It was SUPERB!We were seated right at the back but it was still good. Mum wouldn't have liked the front coz she said she would have gotten a heart attack from the powerful voices. hehehe...Their harmonising was magnificent and most of their songs ended with my hair on their ends.In the end, it was a GREAT night. Truly enjoyed their voices...now still ringing in my ears.My favourite song...&lt;strong&gt;MAMA - Il Divo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama thank you for who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for all the things I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for the words unsaid For the timesI forgot&lt;br /&gt;Mama remember all my life You showed me love,You sacrificed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of those young and early days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I've changed along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you had dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm sorry it took all this time to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I am where I am because of your truthI miss you, I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama forgive the times you cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for not making right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the storms I may have caused &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've been wrong Dry your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama I hope this makes you smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you're happy with my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; At peace with every choice I made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I've changed Along the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you believed in all of my dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I owe it all to you, Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R Sebastian (France), David (USA), Urs (Switzerland), Carlos (Spain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/iLDIVO.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2064884638287192335?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2064884638287192335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2064884638287192335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2064884638287192335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2064884638287192335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-catch-il-divo-at-kallang-indoor.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-4211627206186628834</id><published>2007-01-18T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:16:38.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IL DIVO tonight! 8pm at Kallang Indoor Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-4211627206186628834?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/4211627206186628834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=4211627206186628834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4211627206186628834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4211627206186628834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/il-divo-tonight-8pm-at-kallang-indoor.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6761197241612673691</id><published>2007-01-17T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:05:49.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;NOBODY          ELSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Making          my way through old photographs&lt;br /&gt;      Of the night when you first stood by my side&lt;br /&gt;      Old friends with smiles some are here some are gone&lt;br /&gt;      Good memories of our senior high&lt;br /&gt;      Looking back we're the only couple still together&lt;br /&gt;      Even then I knew this love would be forever, I knew&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Cause          there's nobody else in the world that could love you&lt;br /&gt;      Any more than I do, always here for you&lt;br /&gt;      Nobody else in this world could love you more&lt;br /&gt;      Nobody could love you any more than I do&lt;br /&gt;      I'm still here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our          lives have all changed we've come a long long way&lt;br /&gt;      Our faces show the lines of two young sons&lt;br /&gt;      And in their houses there will be pictures&lt;br /&gt;      Like the ones of you and me&lt;br /&gt;      Hope they can look back and smile just like we have done&lt;br /&gt;      Never once have I ever felt the need for another&lt;br /&gt;      We were strong and survived the storm in time to discover&lt;br /&gt;      To discover one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All          of the smiles we have won&lt;br /&gt;      Just from looking back and reliving all the good times&lt;br /&gt;      And when we've been through all the pages&lt;br /&gt;      We just start again, we just start again, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6761197241612673691?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6761197241612673691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6761197241612673691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6761197241612673691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6761197241612673691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/nobody-else-making-my-way-through-old.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3517707854921451005</id><published>2007-01-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:04:17.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from my weekend gateaway to BANGKOK! A weekend purely for shopping shopping and more shopping. I felt generally safe in Bangkok, no funny business with the locals, just normal local Bangkok-ers going about their daily lives rushing and driving insanely on their heavily infested roads.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was pure bliss (as always). Went to the usual hang out - MBK, Jajujat, Bonaza, Siam Square, and after along time I went to Suan Lom Night Market. It was a nice change. It was much nicer to walk around at the markets at night. Not much crowd and the weather was somewhat more inviting. Didn't do much shopping there though, just went for a nice body massage which my body yearned. It wasn't as great as the last one we went to at Health Spa. But can't diss this one either. They both had their stong points. Besides how can you make a complaint to a massage that's only $10 and that lasts for an hr!!! Like I said, I was in heaven. That night I slept like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;So what did I buy? Shoes shoes shoes and more bags. I actually didn't buy that many stuff, in actual fact I could have bought heaps more. But this time around, I was more careful with what I bought. No more kiddy tshirts or kiddy stuff that I have collected over the years. This time I wanted quality apparels. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the end, what mattered the most was that I enjoyed myself. I truely did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3517707854921451005?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3517707854921451005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3517707854921451005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3517707854921451005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3517707854921451005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-from-my-weekend-gateaway-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-1838834803203321984</id><published>2007-01-11T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:05:50.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lies, No more drama.&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-1838834803203321984?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1838834803203321984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=1838834803203321984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1838834803203321984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/1838834803203321984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-lies-no-more-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3315533565165796792</id><published>2007-01-09T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:13:39.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone Please (I'm begging) get this for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is sooo cool. See now I know why I've been putting off getting a new phone. Procastination does pay off (sometimes). hehehe...It's releasing in US sometime next month so it'd probably be here around (*hint hint) April/May. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;*plays in the backgrd - Oei stupid, its her bday, you better remember that its her bday, coz she'll be wanting this for her bday, and youL never hear the end of it coz its her bday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/iphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3315533565165796792?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3315533565165796792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3315533565165796792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3315533565165796792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3315533565165796792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/someone-please-im-begging-get-this-for.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5826260783653039667</id><published>2007-01-07T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:46:14.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  Get more active (so far, its Squash every Mon and Yoga every Wed)&lt;br /&gt;#2  Travel more&lt;br /&gt;#3  Save more (okay that contradicts #2 -but what the heck)&lt;br /&gt;#4  Pay more attention to the people around me&lt;br /&gt;#5  Love and appreciate the people that matters the most&lt;br /&gt;#6  Work hard and earn what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;#7  Be a mentor to someone&lt;br /&gt;#8  Learn new things everyday&lt;br /&gt;#9  Learn a new languauge&lt;br /&gt;#10 Be more spontaneous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5826260783653039667?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5826260783653039667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5826260783653039667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5826260783653039667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5826260783653039667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-years-resolution.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-960229270646664958</id><published>2007-01-07T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:41:01.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 days more to Bangkok!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-960229270646664958?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/960229270646664958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=960229270646664958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/960229270646664958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/960229270646664958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-days-more-to-bangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-4897295472494925833</id><published>2007-01-02T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:05:48.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-4897295472494925833?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/4897295472494925833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=4897295472494925833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4897295472494925833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4897295472494925833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7789307691444677579</id><published>2007-01-02T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:35:43.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Bye 2006. You were a great year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hello 2007. Hope you would be a better year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:70;" &gt;Welcome 2007!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;May you be good to me this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7789307691444677579?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7789307691444677579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7789307691444677579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7789307691444677579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7789307691444677579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-6480467998327950553</id><published>2006-12-26T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:56:23.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic4210171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-6480467998327950553?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6480467998327950553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=6480467998327950553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6480467998327950553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/6480467998327950553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-7047737866328455603</id><published>2006-12-26T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:43:20.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natal tebing! (Xmas coming).. Can you imagine its Christmas already?!?! Where has this year gone too? Geez man..Anyways..here are some pics from midnight mass. Spent this year midnight mass with Van, Shaun, Michelle (Shaun's sis) and Sher. I think we were laughing almost the whole way through mass. We kept teasing Shaun about his badung ears (BIG ears). Sher was sitting right at the corner, then it was me, Mich, Shaun and Van. So whenever Sher and I were making fun of someone or said something of significance which needed to be shared, Van will always be like 'huh?!?'. At first we thought she was deaf. But then we realised that it was because of Shaun's big ears!!! hahahaha..It was preventing Van from hearing anything we said. Poor Shaun! then after communion, Van and Shaun swapped places and Sweet Van could hear EVERYTHING!! hehehe...Great fun peops! Merry Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Shaun....Natal Ja Ka Bak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic91128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-7047737866328455603?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7047737866328455603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=7047737866328455603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7047737866328455603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/7047737866328455603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal-tebing-xmas-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-139642898612198919</id><published>2006-12-13T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:12:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/blade2006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-139642898612198919?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/139642898612198919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=139642898612198919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/139642898612198919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/139642898612198919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3965418603385205433</id><published>2006-12-05T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:17:18.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we bid goodbye, words like "I'm going to miss you" is never going to be enough. But this is how it is and I am going to miss you. You take care my friend and I'll see you soon. Have a safe flight to Paris and enjoy your Europe trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ (edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So this is Christmas, and what have we done? Another year over, a new one's just begun.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at this year a lot has happened. We've lost 2 of our closest family friends to events that is too painful for the heart.Yet we endured the pain and learn to live with it. Death actually teaches us a valuble lesson. It teaches us to appreciate what we have and learn to accept whoever and whatever we might be in any given situation. You're only given one shot at life. Here's a question from Mitch Albom's latest book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One More Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you had a chance, just one chance, to go back and fix what you did wrong in life, would you take it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I? What will happen if I do? Will it change everything or will everything be the same? Will I learn from my mistake or will I make the very same ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the sad stuff...this year had good times for me too. I have officially worked full-time in presales for 1 year now! No more the life of a student but a full grown working adult. Woohoo...go NER! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;I have also worked hard to earn myself a trip to London and Paris. Really enjoyed myself. Realised that I want to travel as much as I can before I get too old or be tied down with too many responsibilities.hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;I also took a trip to Bangkok with my work mates and it was Shopping baby!! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3965418603385205433?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3965418603385205433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3965418603385205433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3965418603385205433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3965418603385205433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-we-bid-goodbye-words-like-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3128553697135377309</id><published>2006-12-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:20:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures from our visit to CHINATOWN. Nel bought most of her souvenirs from there. We had a great time with mum and dad as well. Good shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic4238772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3128553697135377309?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3128553697135377309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3128553697135377309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3128553697135377309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3128553697135377309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-from-our-visit-to-chinatown.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-502219719432264524</id><published>2006-12-04T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:34:29.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This looks like an interesting film to watch. Not your typical romantic, horror, action or comedy flick, but interesting no doubt. I never did catch any of the movies by Michael Moore tho I really did. This movie caught my eye coz many times we've heard stories about what goes on behind those fast food counters. Stories that would probably change your views about eating at fast food outlets again. Wonder how this movie will turn out. I love the catch line tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you want lies with that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/details_ffn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-502219719432264524?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/502219719432264524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=502219719432264524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/502219719432264524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/502219719432264524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-looks-like-interesting-film-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2240317610323180354</id><published>2006-12-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:28:55.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with Nelly...</title><content type='html'>My Sydney guests have arrived and what better way to take Nel out than to go SHOPPING!!! Nel stayed over my place while Ades went to spend time with her mum and cutsie nephews. So early EARLY morning, Nel wakes up and wakes me up all energized to go shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took her to Bugis Village, Sim Lim and Seiyu. Guess what Nel bought?! She bought 3 pairs of jeans, 6 pairs of shoes, an MP3 player, and some other nick nacks. She can sure shop I tell you. hehehe...Now she's bugging me to get ready to head off to Chinatown! More pics soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mosaic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2240317610323180354?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2240317610323180354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2240317610323180354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2240317610323180354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2240317610323180354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-with-nelly.html' title='Shopping with Nelly...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5573440309303990251</id><published>2006-11-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:51:02.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5573440309303990251?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5573440309303990251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5573440309303990251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5573440309303990251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5573440309303990251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3407538225123596035</id><published>2006-11-23T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:05:57.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My All Grown up Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very day. 24th Nov 2006. I am proud of you in every way. I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3407538225123596035?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3407538225123596035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3407538225123596035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3407538225123596035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3407538225123596035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-all-grown-up-baby.html' title='My All Grown up Baby!!!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-8147598382983273534</id><published>2006-11-21T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:12:51.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story to be SHARED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does  is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;other children do He cannot understand things as other children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The father continued. "I believe  that when a child like Shay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;comes in the way other people treat that child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;me  play?"   Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;him in to bat in the ninth inning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;put on a team shirt. His Father  watched with a small tear in his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their  chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The game would now be over.  The pitcher picked up the soft grounder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;base,  the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;threw the ball high and far over the third- baseman's head. Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;circled the bases toward home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Run to third! Shay, run to third!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from  both teams, and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and humanity into this world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-8147598382983273534?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8147598382983273534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=8147598382983273534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8147598382983273534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/8147598382983273534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-to-be-shared.html' title='A Story to be SHARED...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2695602269371125316</id><published>2006-11-16T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:22:10.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/mo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2695602269371125316?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2695602269371125316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2695602269371125316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2695602269371125316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2695602269371125316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3435511227277780640</id><published>2006-11-10T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:51:16.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Think think think. Write write write. There's so much to say but no time to think it through. Well, for starters I shall begin by saying how much I miss Sydney. Okay I know this is not something new and probably by now its getting abit tired on the ears. I used to think (and I still do sometimes) it was more of the friends and freedom that I missed. It wasn't so much of the place. But now I think about it, maybe it was the place. I miss the feeling you get of knowing a place so well that you feel comfortable walking around alone aimlessly. I know I've lived almost all my life (minus the 5years spent in Syd) in Singapore and I should feel the same here .... but I don't. There's always this feeling of 'have to be somewhere' or 'have to have a purpose'. Maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;Then the other feeling I missed is the feeling of winter. (okay for this part, it doesn't necessarily be because of Sydney - anywhere that is cold). I miss the feeling of cold rush that you get when you just step out of the house in the morning and the cold wind hits your face. Or the desire of getting into your warm bed at night. Sigh...ok so maybe all these things are just superficial. I guess home is where the heart is. But right now, I don't even know where my heart is. Singapore is good and I love it here. But for now, I wanna travel.But where, I have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3435511227277780640?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3435511227277780640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3435511227277780640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3435511227277780640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3435511227277780640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/think-think-think.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5182434000142523209</id><published>2006-11-07T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:28:57.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live or Let Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;World Aids Day - 1st December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/RedRibbonAidsDayINSIDE.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5182434000142523209?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5182434000142523209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5182434000142523209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5182434000142523209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5182434000142523209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/live-or-let-live.html' title='Live or Let Live'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-5178876167579037194</id><published>2006-11-07T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:09:10.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry this took a while to be uploaded. Happy Belated Halloween Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/Halloween-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-5178876167579037194?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5178876167579037194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=5178876167579037194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5178876167579037194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/5178876167579037194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-this-took-while-to-be-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3980915755265418631</id><published>2006-11-07T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:27:09.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VHrXmSh1Ca0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VHrXmSh1Ca0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/11455208-3980915755265418631?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3980915755265418631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3980915755265418631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3980915755265418631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3980915755265418631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-4390051671654285678</id><published>2006-11-07T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:57:59.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Killed a few birds with 1 Call...&lt;br /&gt;Called da this arvo. Wanted to just check something with him. Instead, not only did I get to talk to him, I got to talk to EVERYONE!Phone was passed to almost everyone at the table. Starting with..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Hey girl, can't wait to see you in Dec. We'll go out and paint the town red. =) For now, help yourselves out to whatever winter clothes I have left there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nav&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Sorry the phone missed you. I didn't even know who I was talking to. It was so loud, where u guys were. Nonetheless hope everything's fine with you too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Sweetheart, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Have a blast, go wild, ENJOY! Time is soo sacred! Enjoy every moment, savour the goodness, and indulge in the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mags&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I know we chat on MSN almost everyday, but hearing my voice once a while won't hurt right? hehehehe...=P Your mum sounds well and happy. Tell her I missed her too. Missed the fact where Id have to try so hard to understand Canto and she, my chinese. Managed to capture abit of that moment over the phone earlier. Had no clue what she was saying. All I said was that, "Is it hot there?". heheheh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debs&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; ARGH! Everytime I chat, I get back an empty reply. What's up with that huh? +P Anyways..email me when you're coming back and hurry back and bake me some banana cake. Mum's been asking for it too. hehehe...Coz apparently i don't bake. IL cook stew for u (or get mum to do it- hehehhee) btw how's mum and dad and Kor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly it was DA. Well what more can I say but you know I love you. Well guys...I miss you so much! I really wish everyone is well. Im not sure if you guys have heard, but my company just recently got bought over by a French company. So right now everyone is soo scared and anxious about the merger. Well, if things don't work out for me (as in I be out of a job next year), I might consider looking for a job in Sydney. For now fingers cross that everything (whatever it is) goes well for me, for you and for everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-4390051671654285678?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/4390051671654285678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=4390051671654285678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4390051671654285678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/4390051671654285678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/killed-few-birds-with-1-call.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-342902340853849675</id><published>2006-11-07T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:20:10.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These hands misses yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These arms misses your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These lips misses yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These eyes misses your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's so much to miss. About and everything around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-342902340853849675?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/342902340853849675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=342902340853849675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/342902340853849675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/342902340853849675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-hands-misses-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2552841295974736323</id><published>2006-11-01T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:06:40.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can you believe its November already?!?! 1mth + to Christmas. Seriously, does time ever stop and take a break?! ARgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apologies for the lack of photos. There's a bug in my photobucket page and apparently it doesn't want to blog my pictures..pictures soon I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things have been happening. Firstly, dearest got a job and I'm proud of him. Now he can use his programming skills (God pls help him) and come up with some KICK ass games. I love you da, and you know that no matter what happens I'm behind you 100%. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;With good news, bad news lurks behind. I was told that my company's been bought over by a French company. We, an American company got bought over by a French company for 3 times what we're worth...I guess it ain't that bad. Just that, now everyone's going a little frantic about the job security. Scary scary months ahead. Fingers cross that this merger brings nothing but good, GREAT news for us all. Pay rise everyone!!! hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next exciting news is that my girlfriends are coming to Singapore!!! Can't wait to see you girls.. Ade I know I've seen you most recently but still its always good to see a very familiar face. One that has shared alot of the greatest memories with me. I love you girls. Can't wait to have you here. We're gonna have soo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2552841295974736323?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2552841295974736323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2552841295974736323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2552841295974736323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2552841295974736323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-november.html' title='Sweet November'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-2863380080228498088</id><published>2006-10-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:14:43.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trick or Treat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-2863380080228498088?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2863380080228498088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=2863380080228498088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2863380080228498088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/2863380080228498088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween-trick-or-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-3348929373551638066</id><published>2006-10-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:04:39.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gee how time flies.Its 2months to Christmas.So much has happened this year and I can't believe the year is coming to its end. Over the past week, I attended 2 weddings. Both were of my collegues. People I don't really know that well. However weddings are all the same. 2 people starting off their journey as one. The wedding day is the most magical day in one's life (more so for us girls). But when you think about it. Marriage is what happens after that. Going through life with that one person you chose to share it with. Being there through all the ups and downs. Being with that one person who most probably and should know you the best. This is what marriage is. And that's the whole beauty. You know how, sometimes when you're doing or see something, something inside you triggers and you stop and think about YOUR life. Well, weddings does it for me. Everytime Im at a wedding I think of how it'd be like for mine. I guess its a very natural thing to do and I assume most girls fantasize about it. On one hand, I can't wait to get married and settle down, but the more I think about it, I think I'm just fantasizing on the idea of getting married, not marriage itself. The excitement of chosing the hotel, motifs, themes and design for the invitations and stuff is all so fun. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways..weddings and births are always the good side of things. Talking about birth, my cousin is pregnant once again. She just got married early March this year and was pregnant with twins. The twins are barely 5mths old and now she's pregnant again. Well, she's young and fertile! =)&lt;br /&gt;With what's happening to the world, to friends and families, I'm begining to realise that life is really really short. You really need to enjoy it and treasure it while you can. Love one another and treasure them as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ (edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got bored at work, so started reading sypnosis of one of my favourite tvshow: GILMORE GIRLS. After finding out that my great grandfather's surname was Gilmore (great grandma remarried a de Rozario after that) I find myself my drawn to this show. I'm a Gilmore girl! =) okok so the girls are back with the 7th Season. Read the first 5 episode guides and I want to watch them NOW! Alot has happened. I shaln't ruin it for u guys (don't know who watches them).  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goin to take a power nap. HAH! like I can...back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-3348929373551638066?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3348929373551638066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=3348929373551638066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3348929373551638066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/3348929373551638066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/10/gee-how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-116037101386628370</id><published>2006-10-08T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCPI ACADEMY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aww man..what a week. I was literally filled up with work..sleeping at about 2am most nights finishing up reports, preparing for meetings, presentation and discussions, and reading up on latest golf news. SIGH!Here's why. I was at NCPI Academy! Its a sales training that my company decided to send me to. Sure the experience of it is GREAT but the they didn't warn us the amount of work. Anyways, the good news is that I treated myself to Russel Peters on saturday with Dad. Russel Peters is one wicked Indian Canadian comedian. He was dissing the Indians a hell lot last sat. There was one that kinda stuck in my head. He was saying that you can tell which part of India a person is from by looking at their colour. The darker you are, the more south you're from. Those that come from SOUTH south is so black that even black people would call them black. Also even their shadows will get confused. "Who's following who". hehehe...There were so many jokes that I don't know where to begin. =P Go get his DVD people, saves me the time.&lt;br /&gt;Well during this whole week of training something occured to me. Girls...remember the time when we were talking about where we'd be in the future. Mags will be off somewhere in her OWN hospital managing her doctors and also performing surgeries after surgeries. Debs will be off somewhere hosting some doctor convention. Then when it came to me, you guys pictured me running from meetings to meetings, phone calls after phone calls from people trying to get meetings with me. Basically a very busy business woman. And that's what it was like the past week. hahaha..ain't that funny. The funniest part is, its most likely going to be like that in the next few years!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-116037101386628370?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/116037101386628370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=116037101386628370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/116037101386628370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/116037101386628370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/10/ncpi-academy.html' title='NCPI ACADEMY!!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115916797368579999</id><published>2006-09-25T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:40.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Helo people, im back here to blog. I know i haven't been penning down my actions lately and I apologise for that..So today I didn't bother to go out for lunch. I sat down in front of my computer and starting reading my past blogs. Boy was life alot simpler. I had a purpose in life! Sure there were exams to study for, books needed to be read, reports needed to be compiled, but everything was for a reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;to get that darn Degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As for now, there's nothing infront of me. Day in day out, its just work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;7.30am Wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;8.15am Leave the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;9am      Log in. Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1pm      Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;6pm      Log out! HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's my daily routine for 5 days a week. What happens at night isn't really that impressive. Its usually spent in front of the telly, wasting the night away. I guess the main thing that gets me going every day is the money Im making which hopefully is cleverly saved for my future. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay talk about work. Last Friday, I experienced something really scary but so part of life. My work was experiencing an organisation reshuffle. So what happened?! We lost 3 really great employees. 2 of which are very close to me. So it was heart renching and sad. Felt very bad at the same time. To still have a job when others have lost it. Life is really not fair.=(&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115916797368579999?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115916797368579999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115916797368579999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115916797368579999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115916797368579999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/helo-people-im-back-here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115881315081566203</id><published>2006-09-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Again, surrounded by the four walls of my department forcing thoughts of the unconscious to arise. So what am I doing here? Am I happy here? Hmm..IL let myself ponder on that more.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for yet another spa. Yeap..that's me, Lady of Leisure. hehehe...been trying all the 'first trials' at different spa locations. Don't know if I'll ever sign up for a package with any of them tho. hehehe..Altho,I might consider the one at Bangkok. I think that one still takes the cake.=) Yesterday's spa thing was different tho. We had a body scrub, a steam bath and a full body massage. Everything in total took about 2hour plus. Boy did I sure feel relaxed after that. =)&lt;br /&gt;Now apart from all the massages and destress techniques that I've been applying, nothing much 'interesting' has been happening. I just reformatted my computer (too many bugs), so bringing it back to its original state (downloading softwares that made it buggy in the first place - sigh) is taking up some of my time. My other time is gone to reading the Davinci Code. I finally subjected myself to reading that book before watching the movie. The book has proven to be very very interesting so far.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think I failed to mention, at work there's this new ruling in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for work                                  20 cents&lt;br /&gt;Angry at a customer                      20 cents&lt;br /&gt;Farting on office grounds              20 cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying sane and stressfree         PRICELESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few times, I tried, TRIEd to be early. I even thought of taking a cab to work, but then I thought, why pay $6 to get to work early when I just have to pay 20c if I'm late. From that day on, I think I've only been early to work 3x. How sad is it that I'm proud to be known as Miss Always-Late. hehehe...WELL, it wasn't me who put in place this new rule. It doesn't really affect me much if I'm late by a couple of minutes. I don't really start work WORK, till about 10 anyways. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOOO...I'm in need for another holiday. I've been having dreams of being away in some foreign land...that's how badly I need one. hehehe..One night, I'm whisked away to Thailand, having a shopping spree, the next night, I'm off to Sydney, having tea and gossip sessions with my girlfriends, the next, I'm back in Paris, with the boy, overlooking Paris from the Eiffel tower.The holiday dreaming goes on and on..If only this was real and that I can physically be swept off my feet and be taken to every place I want to go. WAKE UP NER!!! WAKE UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115881315081566203?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115881315081566203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115881315081566203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115881315081566203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115881315081566203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/again-surrounded-by-four-walls-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115856442364809445</id><published>2006-09-18T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Obsessed!</title><content type='html'>Heloo....reason for the sudden outburst of youtubes is plainly boredom at work. hehehe..always becoz Mark and Mags been talking about the new Australian idol. So I had to check it out for myself. Lavina Williams is indeed great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115856442364809445?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115856442364809445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115856442364809445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115856442364809445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115856442364809445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/idol-obsessed.html' title='Idol Obsessed!'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115856127113872362</id><published>2006-09-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Guy Sebastian - Taller, Stronger, Better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/BI_G6LHl9-s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/BI_G6LHl9-s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mags...this is for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115856127113872362?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115856127113872362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115856127113872362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115856127113872362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115856127113872362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/guy-sebastian-taller-stronger-better.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115855619860694517</id><published>2006-09-17T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Guy Sebastian - Climb Every Mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/_CFwNePtEDc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/_CFwNePtEDc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG!! I cried again! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115855619860694517?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115855619860694517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115855619860694517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115855619860694517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115855619860694517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/guy-sebastian-climb-every-mountain-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115855559823408563</id><published>2006-09-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Anthony Callea - MTV - The Pray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/iPG8YS5329s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/iPG8YS5329s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Singers from Australian Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Mags..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115855559823408563?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115855559823408563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115855559823408563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115855559823408563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115855559823408563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/anthony-callea-mtv-pray-singers-from.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115744499653265683</id><published>2006-09-05T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars (from Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/8vSWGNqI-sI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/8vSWGNqI-sI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115744499653265683?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115744499653265683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115744499653265683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115744499653265683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115744499653265683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/09/snow-patrol-chasing-cars-from-greys.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115727400368592028</id><published>2006-09-03T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/funny.jpg" alt="Photobucket - 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I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115673610417215944?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115673610417215944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115673610417215944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115673610417215944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115673610417215944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-do-miss-you-dumdum.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115652365637608892</id><published>2006-08-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:39.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/trip06.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/trip1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115652365637608892?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115652365637608892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115652365637608892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115652365637608892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115652365637608892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115602144305448820</id><published>2006-08-19T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 4.42am in Singapore and I'm suffering from a bad jetlag. Slept for about an 1hr and then my eyes were wide open. So decided to refresh and update myself with people's lives. What did I do? Went blog visiting. Got this from Ades. Thought it was quite true. Bazaar?!?! Now whaddya think? I never thought I'd go visit London or Paris. They both weren't high on my Places-to-Visit list but I went anyways.. and I'm glad with every bit of my body that I went. I truely enjoyed myself. It wasn't so much of the excitement or the need to go on a holiday that made me truly enjoy the trip. But it was more of an eye opener that made me love it. Im not sure if I'l be making any sense here but that trip really made me realise what I want in life and what my dreams are in the near future. How weird is it, that my dreams are within reach but yet so un attainable. hmm..There's so much out there, so many places to visit, so much to learn..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it'd be a while till I take my next holiday. Gotta earn back what I spent (you got to love the pounds IF your earning it!). Picture will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" background="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/corner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your travel type: Travel Yup&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;img align=right src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/travelyup.gif"&gt;The Travel Yup likes exotic and adventurous travel, but prefers big cities with fast paced life. He has a keen interest in other cultures and always brings home a few souvenirs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Bangkok, getting a tailor made suite in Kuala Lumpur, that's the kind of thing the Travel Yup is into. Even though he likes to get away, he prefers his travels to be comfortable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/number2.jpg"  align=right&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;top destinations:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/europe/netherlands/amsterdam"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/australiaandpacific/australia/northernterritory/alicesprings"&gt;Alice Springs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/middleeast/lebanon/beirut"&gt;Beirut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h3&gt;stay away from:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/southasia/india/jammuandkashmir"&gt;Kashmir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/northeastasia/japan/tokyo"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/centralamericathecaribbean/panama/dariengap"&gt;Darien Gap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/ br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere"&gt;get your own travel profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115602144305448820?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115602144305448820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115602144305448820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115602144305448820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115602144305448820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115571683003636162</id><published>2006-08-16T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc00&gt;More Pics later when I get back to sunny Singapura. Here are some, taken at Luxemborg Gardens, Paris.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y54/ner_07/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115571683003636162?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115571683003636162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115571683003636162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115571683003636162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115571683003636162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-pics-later-when-i-get-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115459690426482535</id><published>2006-08-03T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:38.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How many times have you heard the saying "...because I'm a mother." or "wait till you become a mother and you'll understand." What's up with that? Do we really have to become a mother to fully understand what they mean when they say "no don't do that but do this instead." In my entire life, I've heard that saying too many times, and not only from just my mother. Hmmm...reckon IL say it to others or to my own kids someday?? Geez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways, 2.5 days more till I'm in the other side of the world. Can't wait I tell you. Its going to be soo soo exciting!! Gonna start packing tonight. What to bring? What to bring? IL be travelling light so limiting what I want and I need to bring is gonna be tough. Another dilema of mine was deciding whether to bring my laptop or not. Bringing it only meant entertainment on board the plane (SIMS, my sitcoms). So weighing out the pros and cons I decided not to bring my lappy. So what did I do instead?? I googled up 'things to do on board a plane', and this cool thing came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I used to fly a hell of a lot and always thought that a large jigsaw puzzle would have been ideal if it wasn’t for the space considerations. somebody should miniaturize jigsaws so that you could do a 5000 piece puzzle on the tray table. It would be a boon for the magnifying glass and tweezer manufacturers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For me, it’s got to be magazines and short books. My first long haul, I tried bringing big meaty books, but I couldn’t concentrate on them long enough to get into it. Magazines and short books hit the need-to-occupy-but-not-get-bored happy medium. I suggest Utne, James Lee Burke, Mother Jones, The Week, The Nation, and Wired for traveling.&lt;br /&gt;Count down from 1 000 000 000. Remember the number you reach by landing and try to beat your record on the next trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Write an open-source operating system that combines Unix, Linux, and Plan 9’s best features&lt;br /&gt;playing cards? and force the person next to you to play a game of go fish. (or maybe mini checkers, chess or dominoes.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DRINK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115459690426482535?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115459690426482535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115459690426482535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115459690426482535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115459690426482535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-many-times-have-you-heard-saying_03.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115459672894041869</id><published>2006-08-03T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:34.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;How many times have you heard the saying "...because I'm a mother." or "wait till you become a mother and you'll understand." What's up with that? Do we really have to become a mother to fully understand what they mean when they say "no don't do that but do this instead." In my entire life, I've heard that saying too many times, and not only from just my mother. Hmmm...reckon IL say it to others or to my own kids someday?? Geez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, 2.5 days more till I'm in the other side of the world. Can't wait I tell you. Its going to be soo soo exciting!! Gonna start packing tonight. What to bring? What to bring? IL be travelling light so limiting what I want and I need to bring is gonna be tough. Another dilema of mine was deciding whether to bring my laptop or not. Bringing it only meant entertainment on board the plane (SIMS, my sitcoms). So weighing out the pros and cons I decided not to bring my lappy. So what did I do instead?? I googled up 'things to do on board a plane', and this cool thing came up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I used to fly a hell of a lot and always thought that a large jigsaw puzzle would have been ideal if it wasn’t for the space considerations. somebody should miniaturize jigsaws so that you could do a 5000 piece puzzle on the tray table. It would be a boon for the magnifying glass and tweezer manufacturers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For me, it’s got to be magazines and short books. My first long haul, I tried bringing big meaty books, but I couldn’t concentrate on them long enough to get into it. Magazines and short books hit the need-to-occupy-but-not-get-bored happy medium. I suggest Utne, James Lee Burke, Mother Jones, The Week, The Nation, and Wired for traveling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Count down from 1 000 000 000. Remember the number you reach by landing and try to beat your record on the next trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Write an open-source operating system that combines Unix, Linux, and Plan 9’s best features&lt;br /&gt;playing cards? and force the person next to you to play a game of go fish. (or maybe mini checkers, chess or dominoes.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DRINK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115459672894041869?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115459672894041869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115459672894041869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115459672894041869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115459672894041869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-many-times-have-you-heard-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115372637596022177</id><published>2006-07-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:34.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My long awaited trip far far away from Singapore (and not to Sydney) is about to take place - FINALLY! I'm going to London!!! Yes you heard it right Ladies and Gentlemen, this little girl is going to London to have cuppa with the Queen. IL be taking my departure early August and would be enjoying the English atmosphere for about two weeks. I will also be seeing the sights of Paris. OMG I can't wait..its about time that I go on a long holiday. Can't believe its been more than a year since I last left Uni. How fast time flies eh?Anyways..Im soo excited. Been thinking of what to bring, what to wear, what to buy (since Im on a very tight tight budget).. hehehe...I wana take heaps of pictures, pictures of all the sights that I'L be seeing. YAAY!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115372637596022177?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115372637596022177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115372637596022177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115372637596022177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115372637596022177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-long-awaited-trip-far-far-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115208464890785004</id><published>2006-07-05T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:34.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My goodness...how long has it been? Today, after a very very long time, I drank my first cup of Earl Grey Tea. As many of you know, that's my FAVOURITE cup of tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just that one sip, brought me back to different memories. The very first thought that came into my mind was at BB's. Don't know why I that was the first place I thought of. But I remembered the days I was sitting there having my cuppa and eating that sausage roll while 'reading' my work (History and Philosophy), usually waiting for people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The second memory is at the Tea Place - my favourite place - eating scones with cream and jam and sipping away my Earl Grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What good times I had with my Earl Grey. How could I have forgotten you. Sigh..I promise never to forget you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115208464890785004?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115208464890785004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115208464890785004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115208464890785004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115208464890785004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115208031964530639</id><published>2006-07-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:34.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Here I am!! Back to blog. No, not that I had forgetten about u, but&lt;br /&gt;alot of things have been happening. So many things that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;where to start.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning to settle down with life here.It has been almost&lt;br /&gt;a year now. I do miss Sydney very much and I do hope to return there&lt;br /&gt;one day soon. Maybe not live there in the long run,but who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;Life as it is, always changes. For the good, for the bad, or for&lt;br /&gt;whatever reason, it happens. So life here has finally taken its&lt;br /&gt;shape. I'm doing well mentally, emotionally and physically...whatever&lt;br /&gt;that means. Im working my way up the corporate ladder and that has&lt;br /&gt;been really good.. Sad news, good news in a way but still sad. I'm&lt;br /&gt;leaving CST. Basically in simpleton, I'm leaving the fun behind. As I&lt;br /&gt;climb further along the way, I too have to 'grow up'. I'm asked to&lt;br /&gt;now sit on the 20th flr with higher management. Good news is that&lt;br /&gt;this is just on a temporary basis. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Ades a couple of days(weeks) back. We were talking about how&lt;br /&gt;things have changed and that if I do go back, I shouldn't expect the&lt;br /&gt;good old times. Everyone has changed, everyone now has got their own&lt;br /&gt;lives to live. Its a good thing, in fact its great. We all set out&lt;br /&gt;from different countries,trying to make something of our lives. And I&lt;br /&gt;think we are all achieving that now. So as we sat down, reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;about our past years, I started to feel sad but yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are like stars, you can't always see them but you know that&lt;br /&gt;they are always there" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115208031964530639?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115208031964530639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115208031964530639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115208031964530639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115208031964530639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-i-am-back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115139079339127497</id><published>2006-06-26T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye yellow brick road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone are the days for the Socceroos..But still Im proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455208-115139079339127497?l=me-whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/feeds/115139079339127497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455208&amp;postID=115139079339127497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115139079339127497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455208/posts/default/115139079339127497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-whine.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodbye-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Goodbye yellow brick road...'/><author><name>N3R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DM1_frDNJhI/SdrP9b32vgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yEH5m8TXqz8/S220/Eeyore.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455208.post-115017083712007431</id><published>2006-06-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:49:34.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - 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