<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031</id><updated>2009-12-19T14:04:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my endless blabberings..</title><subtitle type='html'>my alternative to spill my blabbers, giving some peace to the woman sitting beside me; my family members; the girl next door; the poor dog at the back of my house; the neighbour's irritating bird. they listen to me chatter away non-stop. and yes.. that's how much i talk</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-791221743348360809</id><published>2009-12-19T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:03:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed Mission :Skytreks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Shah Alam yesterday to gate crash the ME Marketing Dept's Team Building. I've been wanting to try out the Sky Treks challenge, so when an opportunity came along, I grabbed it. Aha! Got there bout 1pm, it was good to meet up the rest of the gang. The activities started with a short briefing of safety precautions, and they gave us a lil help puttin on our harnesses. We are then to complete a short training, which is a sneak preview of what we will be doing inside. It started with a simple climb up a 'pipe ladder'. then a horizontal ladder of planks.,followed by a swing across into a web build from ropes, and finally a 'flying fox' to the ground. With a big group around, and having to wait for each and everyone to complete the training, the Big Thrill Challenge did not start until bout 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops were falling on our head as we took on the first challenge of the 23 different rope challenges, but we were told that we could proceed in the rain, unless a thunderstorm strikes. Well, maybe that instructor did jinx it, it started pouring cats and dogs, Michelle &amp;amp; I were up at the platform waiting for our turn to go down this long ladder built from plastic pipes. But due to time constraint, and the heavy rain, we were told to slide down a la "Flying Fox" all the way to the side where there is a descending "Chicken Net" for emergency exit purposes. In this case, it was us who needed it. I was running franctically to the shelter as my camera was getting soaked too. Good thing nothing happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 4.30pm, not only we did not complete the challenge, we were soaked thoroughly. It was a good thing that we are entitled to a reschedule. Looking forward to the new date !&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/954543370596918031-791221743348360809?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/791221743348360809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=791221743348360809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/791221743348360809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/791221743348360809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/failed-mission-skytreks.html' title='Failed Mission :Skytreks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-5147588642158330088</id><published>2009-12-16T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:15:02.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment has passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we once sat side by side, sharing a joke or two,&lt;br /&gt;once young and naive, and even a fool,&lt;br /&gt;we shared a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the distance came, and we were separated by miles,&lt;br /&gt;but we never stopped caring,&lt;br /&gt;sending joy and laughters through mails and phone calls,&lt;br /&gt;it was then, we vouched to be there for each other,&lt;br /&gt;through thick and thin, through the good times , through the gloomy moments,&lt;br /&gt;again, we shared a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the distance came again, this time, the distance is felt at heart,&lt;br /&gt;we were kept occupied - with our studies, with our friends, with our own lives,&lt;br /&gt;efforts to stay in touch , were made in vain,&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, we still shared a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the years, the distance in miles ceased, for i know you are nearer,&lt;br /&gt;though we were once close at heart, but i've never felt closer like now,&lt;br /&gt;but, it never happened then, and it will never happen now,&lt;br /&gt;for the moment has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-5147588642158330088?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5147588642158330088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=5147588642158330088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/5147588642158330088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/5147588642158330088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/moment-has-passed.html' title='The moment has passed'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-3409973518325419268</id><published>2009-12-13T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:21:57.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the hike up Bukit Tabur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9rQbbBxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_QmwfoUuiBc/s1600-h/IMG_6270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9rQbbBxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_QmwfoUuiBc/s320/IMG_6270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414661202848188178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halfway there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9r3p40zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/76-R1UkAxGY/s1600-h/IMG_6282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9r3p40zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/76-R1UkAxGY/s320/IMG_6282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414661213377844018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu Jin striking a kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9snDGZpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dxO1DCMvO3g/s1600-h/IMG_6294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9snDGZpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dxO1DCMvO3g/s320/IMG_6294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414661226100057746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overlooking the Klang Gates Dam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9sYnDjeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cLwW6T6pJRc/s1600-h/IMG_6301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9sYnDjeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cLwW6T6pJRc/s320/IMG_6301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414661222224334306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sunset view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9tN4tmEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_N0ogUVqat8/s1600-h/IMG_6303a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9tN4tmEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_N0ogUVqat8/s320/IMG_6303a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414661236525471810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of KL at dusk&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/954543370596918031-3409973518325419268?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3409973518325419268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=3409973518325419268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3409973518325419268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3409973518325419268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-of-hike-up-bukit-tabur.html' title='Pictures of the hike up Bukit Tabur'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SyS9rQbbBxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_QmwfoUuiBc/s72-c/IMG_6270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-8644899088090616665</id><published>2009-12-13T13:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:06:17.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hiking trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I'll ever be a good writer, thanks to my talent in procrastination. Been wanting to put up some pictures of my outing with my lil cousins, took them out to MidValley and The Curve the other day. Snapped some pretty pictures of my babyNatalie. Well, she is 6 years old, but still very much a baby to me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up with a girl friend in One Utama for a girlie session, but due to some reasons on her side, it was called off. Well, I guess the change in plans was good for me as my poor legs do need the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for a hike at Bukit Tabur with 2 friends. As it was a last minute arrangement, it was just the 3 of us. We only started hiking at 5.20pm, EJ's friend said the hike will only take 2 hours. The hike up consisted of a combination of steep slopes and rocky structures. I find the the rock climbing to be a challenging feat, most of the time I was clinging on for life ! At one point, I think I was such a baby, cos I was stuck in the middle of the rock climbing,not knowing where to put my legs! So I was neither going up nor down ! But I made it in the end, pushed myself up all the day!&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to me, who needed countless breaks on the way up, we only got up to the summit  (apparently that was only the 2nd highest peak!) close to 7pm. Due to the thick smog, we only managed to catch a glimpse of the sunset. Unlike Ej's friend who is an experienced outdoor activities instructor, we were both beginners at this. As soon it turned dark, both of us got lil worried, and impatient. And going down wasn't easy at all, although there were no more rocky attempts, it was pretty steep and we were trying out best not to slip nor trip over the roots.  Luckily Ej's friend had a torch with him, so that was fully utilized by me, shining the way for both me and EJ behind. As we passed by an orchard(we were told it was an orchard, not that I can see that! :P), there were several dogs barking at us, I find that harder than the rocks and slopes ! At that point, we felt like we were a thousand miles away from our icy cold 100 Plus. After the long walk down, we could finally see the main road in front of us. Yay! That was at 8.30pm, so it was exactly 3 hours of hiking. What a workout for me, I almost couldn't feel my legs. We rewarded ourselves with a cold Excel Isotonic, and dinner in Bandar Menjalara. Then we called it a nite.&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/954543370596918031-8644899088090616665?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8644899088090616665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=8644899088090616665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/8644899088090616665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/8644899088090616665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiking-trip.html' title='The hiking trip'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-1483407460540110572</id><published>2009-12-07T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:02:58.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long day. Well, for someone who has been sitting home for a week, I think I had a pretty eventful day. Started with accompanying mom to the wet market, we went out at 10am. Some of you might think, 10 am?? The chickens and fish would be all dead by then, hang on, they are dead already. Our Kepong Baru market is a lil different, as there are probably about 100 stalls of vege, meat, chicken, clothes, breakfast, and misc goods, one is spoiled for choices here. I dare say that there are at least 3 stalls for each category. Having said that, I know for a fact that there is only one stall that sells beansprouts, or locally known as tauge. It was a piece of knowledge that I stumbled across by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After market, I got ready, and left home for the train station. I was going to meet an ex-colleague for lunch - apart from catching up, I needed some HR advice from her. She decided to have lunch in Pizza Hut, urmm... don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like pizza, but I just had it yesterday.. so it was the Garden Salad and a coffee for me. It was good fun chatting and catching up with Sharan, thanks for lunch dear. Then I went up to ME to drop a present for my dear friend, it's a lil kiwi I bought in Queenstown for her. I thought she might need a lil furry company after the hard week she had. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to head to Labour Office to clear out some issues, and the only way I knew how to get there was to jump on the cab. I have always been a lil paranoid about taking cabs, but I guess taking one in bright daylight, plus the fact that it's just a short distance, I was alright with it. My destination was Menara Perkeso, Jalan Ampang. Only when I got there, I knew it wasn't that far away.&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver was quite friendly, but behind the chatty face, he tried to con my money! As he was going to stop me in front of my destination, the meter read RM6.90, so I pulled out a RM10 note for him, and he quickly said he had no change for that. His excuse was that he just left his house, and this is his first trip, thus not having any small notes with him. I thought that was hard to believe because&lt;br /&gt;1-He is a cab driver, he should have small change with him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2-He did not even look in his wallet before stating that he had no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him to pull over at the petrol station in front, he hesitated a lil, by saying that I will need to walk back. But I quickly said it's fine, and I got him to stop at this Iranian restaurant by the road, quickly got down to get some change. The Iranian man said I was smart because the cab driver was trying to cheat my money. To be honest, it was only at that point that I realised what the cab driver was up to! He was trying to get me to say " Keep the change!" And the fact that I am incomeless now, I wasn't going to part with my 3bucks ! So I walked back to the cab and wanted to pay him RM7.20, but he said " 7 ringgit cukuplar". And so his mission failed.. *grins proudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My matters at Labour Office was done within the hour, I am suprised by how efficient they are. I hope to hear from them soon! From the earlier ride on the cab, it didn't seem impossible to walk back towards town. So I slowly walked my way back, passed by several embassies, a few restaurants, a few construction sites, and there I was at a familiar crossroad. Right across the road was the Ampang Park LRT stop, of course, Menara Citibank. It seems like just yesterday where I get off that stop and went upstairs to for work. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for a thousand miles, I find myself in the familiar surroundings of KLCC. Since I was out in town, thought I might as well meet a friend for dinner, but the few that I 'ajak-ed' all declined.. so I hopped on the LRT and headed home. Was glad to be home after a long day...&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/954543370596918031-1483407460540110572?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1483407460540110572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=1483407460540110572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1483407460540110572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1483407460540110572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day.html' title='What a day !'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-1227210137483483077</id><published>2009-12-05T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:08:07.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost 2am, I'm watching Ugly Betty on the net, it's taking a while to stream it, so I thought I'll write a lil. Was feeling a lil low tonite, I was sitting home doing nothing on a Friday nite, for some unknown reason, it felt pathetic. I asked myself why, it's not that I was out every Friday night back then when I was working. I remembered going shopping alone, head home after that and just spend quality time with myself - reading, surfing the net, etc. It must be this too-much-time on my hands syndrome.. I have all day to do nothing, and then when it's night time, I do nothing again. Gosh, I really need to do something, soon ! The search has been done in vain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to Laundry@ The Curve with a friend, it was a spontaneous invitation, we had a drink there while this Fly FM event was happening. Well, besides great music, and a great pint of Strongbow, it was good to be out. I haven't been on a night out since I got back from NZ. Though I was there with my friend, I was very much sitting on my own at the bar enjoying the music. Well, to give him a little credit, he did introduce me to most of the people there, but as they were all with the media industry, I didn't have much to say to them. Just smile and nod. ( I was being polite!) Well, I did talk to some of the people in the group, and got their contacts, should be useful if I want a job there. Sweet as !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I said I WAS feeling a little low, that means I am feeling better now. I had a very good conversation with someone on the phone just now. Yes, I rang him. I wondered if he was suprised to see my name flashing on his phone. or maybe it was just my number.  Well, I'm glad I rang him tho, I must have blabbered on for more than half an hour, but it felt good. I went on ranting bout my cute lil cousins, my so called boss, my job hunt and some others. As I chatted with him, I realised how much I missed talking to him, and how well he listened to me. Thanks dear, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here alone, upstairs in the hall, I could hear Mom + Dad chatting and laughing away. It's sweet how they have this habit of staying up and chat away in bed. Don't get me wrong here, I am not writing about my parents bedtime activities. It's just that as I sit here watching my Ugly Betty, I could hear Mom laughing away. And then it hit me, it's amazing how my parents are still very much like young love birds at times. I can sometimes here them chatting till 3 , 4 am in the morning, they chat about the weirdest things at times, about going places, about the neighbours, and at times about politics ! After my own episode of emotional trauma, I don't know how much my faith stands about marriage. When I look at wedding pictures of friends on Facebook, it just seems so scary at times ! The most recent one was my two classmates that are high school sweethearts, and got hitched recently. It must be close to 10 years now... Wow.. how did they do it? Would I be able to find that kind of faith and commitment in myself, anytime soon? I wonder..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-1227210137483483077?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1227210137483483077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=1227210137483483077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1227210137483483077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1227210137483483077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-friday-night.html' title='On a Friday night'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-8870752151470521213</id><published>2009-12-03T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:45:49.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm jinxed !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;What happened to my lovely pinky grey background?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's almost as though I'm jinxed at blog designs.. Every time I meddle with the layout and design, the whole thing screws up..&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone out there willing to help me with it?  :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-8870752151470521213?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8870752151470521213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=8870752151470521213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/8870752151470521213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/8870752151470521213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-my-lovely-pinky-grey.html' title='I&apos;m jinxed !'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-9056813117723722045</id><published>2009-12-03T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:44:00.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The question</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I always find myself feeling the loneliest at this hour of the nite. I'm thinking, it's probably because everyone in the house is asleep, and I'm still up? If only the answer is as simple as that. I find myself seeking deeper within myself, and the answer is still not surfacing yet. I keep asking myself the question, but I only have myself to blame that I am not trying my best to answer it, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ask again tomorrow, and I will have the answer then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-9056813117723722045?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/9056813117723722045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=9056813117723722045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/9056813117723722045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/9056813117723722045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/question.html' title='The question'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-3163807683002977690</id><published>2009-12-01T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:57:29.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's quarter to 11, I'm not sleepy, I'm not out, I'm not interested in FB anymore, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent sitting at home. Got up early to finalise my letter, got it mailed to FL at the post office, sent them an email. I still can't believe it's all over just like that. At least have the courtesy of sitting down nicely and telling me rite?I can't help feeling betrayed too. Lesson learnt this time- do not trust ppl easily, ever again. That's probably one of my biggest weakness, I promised myself many times that I should becareful, and be more wary..but sama jer... tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from Backhome today. It is a new backpacker in town, infact there was a feature article on last Saturday's Weekender. It is owned by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ng_Ping_Ho"&gt;Ng Ping Ho&lt;/a&gt;, a local talent. Does the name ring a bell? He is the man behind Kopitiam, Table for Two,Realiti and The Firm. The place looks really cool and cozy, hopefully it will change the perception most will have of local backpackers and hostels. The reason they called? I applied for a postion as Hotel Manager, thought it will be great fun, and it will be a sneak preview of the hospitality industry. The lady who rang mentioned the pay to me, and I have my thoughts about it. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email reply from &lt;a href="http://delectable.com.my/"&gt;Delectable&lt;/a&gt;, it's the cutest lil dessert shop. I came across it in Gardens yesterday when I was bumming around there. Then they were looking for someone too, thought I'll give it a go, since I'm not doing anything at the moment, and it will be great fun as I love baking too. Did a bit more reading on the shop, or more like the creator of the shop. It all started from Su. My my.. she is a very successful girl ! You can read more bout her on her blog - &lt;a href="http://cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, nothing much happened today. Be it my social life, my work or others. hang on, what work? ok, that's Work in Progress then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now? prob back to my book. Am reading Danielle Steel's Wanderlust.&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/954543370596918031-3163807683002977690?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3163807683002977690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=3163807683002977690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3163807683002977690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3163807683002977690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-2202794678608156240</id><published>2009-11-30T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:47:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wished</title><content type='html'>There's good and bad points in having so much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good points :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can read all the books I want to&lt;br /&gt;2. I can watch all the series on my 250GB hard disk&lt;br /&gt;3. I have time to sort out all my NZ pics&lt;br /&gt;4. I have time to clean my room, and rearrange everything&lt;br /&gt;5. I can do my own BootCamp and do yoga every morning&lt;br /&gt;6. I have more time to search for the ideal job&lt;br /&gt;7. I can spend more time with mommy&lt;br /&gt;8. I can catch up with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad points :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am demotivated at times, having no goals at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;2. Too much time to think of the silliest stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. Am checking Facebook so often that there are no more updates to read&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing all the photos on facebook makes me wanna go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thought on my mind today was... I wanna go back.. I so do... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-2202794678608156240?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2202794678608156240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=2202794678608156240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/2202794678608156240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/2202794678608156240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wished.html' title='I wished'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-4232253845784939248</id><published>2009-11-30T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:15:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday minus the blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first day of bumming around -Phase 2. Day was spent in Midvalley and Gardens. Went down with Sissy, and did a lil shopping with her before she headed back to Kampar. Met up with a friend who happened to be in Midvalley, we sat down for a cup of coffee in Starbucks, Borders, and I went ranting away about things. After he heartlessly dumped me alone, I sat there in Borders and continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the book Empress Orchid by AnCheeMin in Kinokuniya last Thursday, read a few chapters and decided that I'm going to just read it from the bookstore. Hrmm.. it's not that I'm a cheapskate, but it's just not one of those books which makes me feel like I must have it. It was just a good read. The last book that I fell in love was " Secrets of a Rainbow Goddess", it was one book that I couldn't put down until I completed it. And I remember crying after reading the ending of the book. Ok, I admit that I cry easily, but this is the very first time I have shed tears reading a book. It was as though I really felt what the character was going through in the story. Wanna read it? gimme a buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Empress Orchid, I did not actually complete the book, I finished a lil more than half of the book, and find it a little too much for my brain today. The book combines fiction and a lot of historical facts in there, thus the overdose. Shall return to Borders this week to finish reading it.&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/954543370596918031-4232253845784939248?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4232253845784939248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=4232253845784939248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4232253845784939248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4232253845784939248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-minus-blues.html' title='Monday minus the blues...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-5748848480796156516</id><published>2009-11-28T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:05:47.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it's a long weekend, and also Boy's birthday on Monday, I've decided to cook up a meal to celebrate his birthday before he goes back to Malacca. Was dragged out of my coma at 2pm, and went out with Mom for lunch and groceries shopping. After 1.5 hours of slaving in the kitchen, the results are voila !! And it was yum !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE59RKsiII/AAAAAAAAAPc/jaGkPBP-Sw0/s320/IMG_6070.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409168352191744130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The table is all set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE7YqwoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wMZ8Yf3SzDQ/s1600/IMG_6072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE7YqwoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wMZ8Yf3SzDQ/s320/IMG_6072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409169922429830098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheesy garlic prawns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE7YZ94C1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/RFdOWnGfxu4/s1600/IMG_6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE7YZ94C1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/RFdOWnGfxu4/s320/IMG_6073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409169917921987410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garden salad with Edam cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE6o2Wk_rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ySrTg6MKBlU/s320/IMG_6075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409169100908068530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roast Chicken with boiled veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-5748848480796156516?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5748848480796156516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=5748848480796156516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/5748848480796156516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/5748848480796156516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiet-weekend.html' title='A quiet weekend..'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SxE59RKsiII/AAAAAAAAAPc/jaGkPBP-Sw0/s72-c/IMG_6070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-2277883762152832477</id><published>2009-11-27T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:52:12.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was just like any other day, until the news was droppped on my lap.. well more like dropped on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my happiest moment of course. The news did not do any good to my ego at all. Being labelled and treated like this is totally new to me. I know that the problem does not lie within me, but that moment dampened my spirit. The proudest moment within that split second when it all happened was probably when I agreed with one thing he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you think I'm a crap manager and I'm self absorbed", he said.&lt;br /&gt;" *paused* that's true", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is my opinion of you, but what you failed to see is that, my opinon of you has nothing to do with my performance. Oh well, this decision is your lost, not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-2277883762152832477?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2277883762152832477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=2277883762152832477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/2277883762152832477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/2277883762152832477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-just-happened.html' title='It just happened...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-5229378181194574477</id><published>2009-11-24T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:40:26.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the texts that you sent me over and over again, and I remembered the jokes we shared. We used to laugh about the silliest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at our pictures, and I remembered the many places we have been.&lt;br /&gt;We used to spend so much time planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down in Starbucks, I ordered a drink, and I remembered that was your favourite coffee.&lt;br /&gt;We used to go there so you could get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the supermarket and I remembered how much fun it was to go shopping with you.&lt;br /&gt;We used to shop for groceries and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a book and started reading, and I remembered the ones we bought for each other. We used to argue about completing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my mind, I am thinking of you. In ways that you may not think I will.&lt;br /&gt;Not just about those that I've feared, but the many moments that we shared.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, that somewhere in my mind, I am thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-5229378181194574477?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5229378181194574477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=5229378181194574477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/5229378181194574477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/5229378181194574477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-read-texts-that-you-sent-me-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-3992989085792790336</id><published>2009-11-20T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:57:08.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally Friday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's here , it's here ! Friday is finally here, I have not felt like this for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was in NZ for the past 6 months, and I wasn't working in the last 4 months of my trip. So... Mon,Tues, Friday? It never really mattered to me.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Work has so far been pretty alrite, and not stressful, but for some reason, this week seems like forever ! And to make things worst, we had training till 5pm today, that's one hour more than usual time ! Well, at least next Friday is a holiday ! wheeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the office at 5.10pm, could't bear to spend another minute in the office. Rushed off, and said bye to Bobby and Scott, and even delayed my WIP to Monday. Notti notti. I got home at 6pm, trains were very punctual, all good. Hmm, someone wasn't very punctual though, was supposed to go for dinner and movie at 7pm, but my ride only turned up at almost 7.30pm.. And, I was all dressed up for One Utama, in the end we ate in Kepong, due to time and distance. Dinner was ok overall, but the movie never took place though, cos he has to leave to pick up someone. Oh well, some other time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back home, writing and reading some books. And a lil thinking as well, can't help thinking about how I'm a lil messed up in certain aspects of my life. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow, will be meeting up with Patricia, my all time bestie, and ex-partner in crime. Will also be meeting up with the girls from uni at 4pm..Woohoo, tomorrow is reunion day !&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/954543370596918031-3992989085792790336?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3992989085792790336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=3992989085792790336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3992989085792790336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3992989085792790336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-finally-friday.html' title='It&apos;s finally Friday !'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-7243071008814370921</id><published>2009-11-19T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:25:56.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain</title><content type='html'>It's only Thursday, but I can't wait for the weekends already. It has been such a pain, came to work this morning to deal with it. Confrontation wasn't as drama as I imagined it, it;s probably better that way, don't think either one of us wants an ugly scene. Pain no 1 - done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next pain, my body is aching all over. I went to gym last nite with FBIL, we worked out for about one hour. 30 mins on the cross trainer and some weights, and I'm done. Gosh, I really need to work on it ! And not to mentioned the meal after gym that I definitely do not deserve - Fried Assam Laksa. FBIL recommended it, and it was yum! Will get the picture from him, and post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all the pain for the day.. now, it's time to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-7243071008814370921?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7243071008814370921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=7243071008814370921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/7243071008814370921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/7243071008814370921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain.html' title='The pain'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-4705427796626058006</id><published>2009-11-18T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:19:06.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>News spreads pretty fast on Facebook, be it good ones or bad ones. After dinner last nite, I was sitting in front of FB for a while, it's a pretty rare sight lately, as mom is always hogging the pc !  I usually click on photo updates to browse through the lives of fellow friends. One particular album caught my eye, it was a Wedding Registration album. One of my very dear friend got married , to the girl of his dreams. Well, I know them both actually. I must say, it took me by suprised though, a lil. I knew the 2 lovebirds are partners for life, but didnt know they were getting married just yet. So here's to Mr and Mrs Tan ! Congrats, looking forward to the big gala dinner !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-4705427796626058006?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4705427796626058006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=4705427796626058006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4705427796626058006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4705427796626058006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-spreads-pretty-fast-on-facebook-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-4111883128599520875</id><published>2009-11-10T10:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:28:03.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to Malacca</title><content type='html'>The whole idea of this trip is to show Katy the historical city of Malacca, and of course, all the scrumptious food around. In the end, I think it was more like a food hunt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our trip at 9am, headed to Sri Bintang for breakfast. Discussed the day's plan then, and am not surprised to hear that the whole day has been planned out around food ! Left for Malacca right after that. Reached Malacca just in time for lunch, and it was none other than Chicken Rice Balls !&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_ApiE4cI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z-D4Xdq7P_8/s1600/IMG_5900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_ApiE4cI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z-D4Xdq7P_8/s320/IMG_5900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092520667701698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, and a second lunch, a quick stop at Donald and Lily's , for their famous Mee Siam, and refreshing cendol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_AzCPd_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-TeZnHlhrQ/s1600/IMG_5903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_AzCPd_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-TeZnHlhrQ/s320/IMG_5903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092523218532338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were tourists for the day, we have gotta go some sightseeing, started with the Stadhuys Building, St Paul's Hill, A Famosa, Museum of Independance and then the Museum of .. urm. something.  After being baked thoroughly in the sun, we decided it was enough sightseeing, we headed to our backpacker. I was quite excited about it, as it will be my very first time staying in a backpacker in Malaysia. I knew it would never be anything close the the NZ ones. Went to Jalan-Jalan - a highly recommended guesthouse. I was a lil disappointed when we were brought upstairs to the dorm rooms. The place looks dodgy to me. We hopped on next door to Cheng Ho Guesthouse, priced at RM 15 per bed, this place looks way more decent and clean. We decided that an extra RM3 is fine. Katy, Steve &amp;amp; I each chose a bed, and had a lil snooze before we were due to be picked up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Kavin came by to pick us up at 7pm, and we headed to Alai for a meal of grilled fish. It was yum ! The pictures say it all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_CA6S9DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0x9DoHx6Pho/s1600/IMG_5982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_CA6S9DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0x9DoHx6Pho/s320/IMG_5982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092544123171890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_BR17X8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/-b492l6WRMg/s1600/IMG_5980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_BR17X8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/-b492l6WRMg/s320/IMG_5980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092531488382914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_B4ULA0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2x3SdyX4iCE/s1600/IMG_5983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_B4ULA0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2x3SdyX4iCE/s320/IMG_5983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092541815784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we embarked on a crazy mission, drive to Muar for otak-otak! The boys went down to get them, while we stay put in the car, and they came back with 60 pieces !! Blimey, that's a lot of 'brains' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we all need a lil walk, so Jonker St it is then ! Steve &amp;amp; Katy were equally excited with the variety of stalls along the night market. Actually, I think Steve was more excited about the whole trip !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to Malacca ain't complete without a meal of Satay Celup. Capitol Satay it is then, it was unbelievable that there was still a queue at 1 o'clock in the morning ! Obviously they all have the same thing in mind.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwLAwK66YWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LpICze3KM_Q/s1600/IMG_6001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwLAwK66YWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LpICze3KM_Q/s320/IMG_6001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405094436595720546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food hunt continued the next day, after a good night sleep, we were all ready to gobble down more food. Lunch was Pork Ribs noodles - I can't make out the location though, but the noodles were awesome !&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_3wucoUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LX4VsZ9IRsc/s1600/IMG_6007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_3wucoUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LX4VsZ9IRsc/s320/IMG_6007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093467491443010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have a lil dessert and some nice flavoured tea to wash down all the food. Nadeje it is then, a nice little cafe near Melaka Raya, and they served the most wonderful layered Crepe Cake. It was sinfully good, and the great thing about it was, it didnt have a usual overwhelming sweetness like most desserts. Instead it was very refreshing and cutting through the carefully stacked crepes was a fun thing to do !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_4T3pKaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5mELD8Tj5AM/s1600/IMG_6018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_4T3pKaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5mELD8Tj5AM/s320/IMG_6018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093476925254050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_4-EwpTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7l2v87ESWL8/s1600/IMG_6025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_4-EwpTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7l2v87ESWL8/s320/IMG_6025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093488254559538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_5KOm8SI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OiVPbGVt1m4/s1600/IMG_5937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_5KOm8SI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OiVPbGVt1m4/s320/IMG_5937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093491517092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-4111883128599520875?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4111883128599520875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=4111883128599520875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4111883128599520875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4111883128599520875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-malacca.html' title='The Trip to Malacca'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz1HVerr-Wc/SwK_ApiE4cI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z-D4Xdq7P_8/s72-c/IMG_5900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-3196944912135123036</id><published>2009-11-16T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:55:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new, something old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long day at work, still at work actually. It's been a long long time since I've sat up here at my desk, hearing the traffic honking away and looking out the window at the night sights of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training ended at 7+, something new on this job, (the fact that I finished work at 3pm last Friday, and the Friday before). We had a training session at work today, started at 3pm, and ended a while ago. The training was on Name Gathering and Head Hunting. There you go, something new , and something old. Reminds me so much of the induction sessions I used to conduct back in ME. And today I was being trained instead. Hrmm... It's all good though, we are learning every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really should get going, it's close to 8pm now, am absolutely starving ! Am craving for KFC... hrmm.. should I cure my sorethroat with a lil Hot &amp;amp; Spicy fried chicken? Yum !&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/954543370596918031-3196944912135123036?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3196944912135123036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=3196944912135123036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3196944912135123036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/3196944912135123036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new-something-old.html' title='Something new, something old'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-7655627642039565589</id><published>2009-11-09T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:57:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with Katy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Katy got back from Cameron on Friday, and we decided to meet up in KL Sentral straight after for a quiet nite in. So much for wanting to do her laundry and packing, we were out in no time ! Giin Shing came by, and we went for a mamak session at Kanna Curry House, and a lil drive to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about a lil stroll in Starhill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great.. in our 'jammies'? We feel so sexy bout it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we listened to this amazing singer in Starhill, she belted L.O.V.E in the sexiest voice, and danced along to the tune. Well, as we were REALLY underdressed, we decided against getting a drink right in front of the stage, and watched her from the balcony on 1st floor instead. Before the roti canai and maggi goreng are even digested, we made our way to Jalan Ipoh to meet mom and dad for Dim Sum. The goal was to feed Katy with almost every kinda food possible! Dim sum session was great with Uncle Rikky making all those jokes bout tea, I knew Katy was loving it! :P&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad headed home while we decided to go for a drive around, we ended up at Solaris, not for a drink, more like for a loo stop, and a drink from 7-11. Back home we went then,it was a cup of tea for Katy, and a cold drink for us. We were up chatting all nite, and I didn't get to bed till 4am ! The fact that I have to be up at 8am the next day to leave for Malacca, it's not funny at all!&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/954543370596918031-7655627642039565589?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7655627642039565589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=7655627642039565589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/7655627642039565589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/7655627642039565589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-with-katy.html' title='Weekend with Katy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-4448125180545059062</id><published>2009-11-04T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:00:49.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day - Bizarre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;work was bizarre madness, it must be one of those days where all bank workers could read each others' mind, and boycotted the telephone. 8 hours of work finally passed, hopped over to Lot 10 rooftop to meet someone. Mind you, that was the weirdest meeting I have been to. But I must say, the newly renovated Lot 10 rooftop looks awesome ! Must go and chill out at the bar someday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bumped into Steve in Lot 10, and we went for food tasting together-gether. We found out some interesting facts about some local food, apparently Murtabak is from Brunei, popiah is adapted from Vietnamese spring rolls ( that's alrite) and Steve's mom can cook a Myanmar dish -Stir fried cabbage + cauliflower!&lt;br /&gt;Rang a few friends and crossing my fingers one of them would eat with me, no luck with that, so I hopped on the train and headed home. Sat down and ate all the greens on the table, am putting myself on a diet, gotta lose the NZ fat ! Speaking of NZ, I looked over the black table where my mom usually puts all the mail, and there it was, a pic of Mount Maunganui staring back at me. I picked it up with a silly wide grin on my face and read the contents with a wider smile.  Mom thought I was mad, and said I thought you guys are already chatting online all the time? Wheeee... Nothing beats snail mail!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks  hun for the card , I was expecting a life sized parcel tho ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of my bizarre day..&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/954543370596918031-4448125180545059062?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4448125180545059062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=4448125180545059062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4448125180545059062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/4448125180545059062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-of-day-bizarre.html' title='Word of the day - Bizarre'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-8900501496262559684</id><published>2009-11-02T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:54:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tourist and the tour guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent the weekend with Katy, awaiting for her arrival was a hilarious story. A lil misunderstanding, and we were waiting for each other at different bus stops. She was well over at Pasar Rakyat at Jalan Imbi, and I was on the other side, standing in front of Puduraya. I had to ring her back on the bus driver's phone ! That was just insane. But it all worked out in the end, and we had a jolly good weekend together. Besides the many eating outings we brought her on, Katy also made it to the Petronas Twin Towers, Batu Caves, Bentong, and the many shopping centres in KL of course. I was playing a bit of a tour guide and tourist myself. I finally climbed up the 272 steps of Batu Caves. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Katy is off to Cameron Highlands for a few days, a break from her 14 months of travelling, and a break from the food I've been feeding her ! That should prepare her for the huge feed this weekend !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was spent at home, having a cup of Lady Grey with a slice of lemon at midnight, talking about the good ol times. Only thing missing is Cazzie ! Caz , midnite tea ain't the same without you.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yet another week at work, hrm, I'm finally getting back into the swing of working life. That's what I told G yesterday, finally got to chat with him after so long, managed to do a quick catch up with him over lunch. And I'm still waiting for my post.. i wonder what it is..&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee !!  :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-8900501496262559684?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8900501496262559684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=8900501496262559684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/8900501496262559684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/8900501496262559684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/tourist-and-tour-guide.html' title='the tourist and the tour guide'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-1933030811088590011</id><published>2009-10-30T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:32:15.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!!</title><content type='html'>My first Trick or Treat in my life. The staff of the service office here takes it seriously about celebrating every event, (so I heard), so they came around with little plastic pumpkin lanterns, and candies. Cool aye? And to the rest, Happy Halloween !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lunch time now, and I'm sipping my cup of coffee, and had a banana muffin. I can't wait to see Katy at 4.30pm !! yay !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-1933030811088590011?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1933030811088590011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=1933030811088590011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1933030811088590011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1933030811088590011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-7641292229938936323</id><published>2009-10-29T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:25:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a familiar new start</title><content type='html'>It's Day 4 at work. Getting on just alrite, with a great view from Level 36, and a lovely office, with an awesome pantry. Seems like a good start! A very familiar feeling though, with it being a similiar role, I have the same doubts I had back then. Nevertheless, I'm giving myself a trial period. And the constant reading about the financial industry is keeping me busy, it almost feels like being a student again! minus the classmates..and cute lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been making some rules for myself, or more like resolutions. Am determined to make it happen, wait.. determination alone is ain't enough. Am practising it ! Results will be unveiled by end of 2009. Muahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's few more hours to 6pm, time seems to be passing quite fast today, could be the late lunch hour. hrmm.. Katy is coming to KL tomorrow, can't wait to see her. Oh, mom n dad are coming home today too, can't wait to have them back. It's been just piggy and me at home, and it's so lonely and quiet, plus playing mom is so tiring, waking up at 6.45am to send piggy to school, gosh.. Mom, I really admire you. Don't ever leave us for long trips again, untill piggy finishes form 5 of cos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954543370596918031-7641292229938936323?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7641292229938936323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=7641292229938936323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/7641292229938936323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/7641292229938936323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/10/familiar-new-start.html' title='a familiar new start'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954543370596918031.post-1058802288515490166</id><published>2009-10-25T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:01:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25 years ago on this day, mom waited in pain for about 12 hours, before I decided to come out to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 26 October tomorrow, not only it's the mark of my 25th birthday, it's the mark of a new start. It will be my first day at work, after 6 months living as a backpacker, I am stepping back into reality, back into the corporate working environment.  I wonder how fast I will adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, bro and sis threw me a lil suprise, together with 2 dear friends, it was a good one, thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I blew out the candle on my lil cake last nite, I was told to make a wish. I closed my eyes and then I blew the candle, but I said no wishes, simply because I don't know what I should ask for. I will sleep on it tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, happy bday to myself ;)&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/954543370596918031-1058802288515490166?l=bisingblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1058802288515490166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954543370596918031&amp;postID=1058802288515490166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1058802288515490166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954543370596918031/posts/default/1058802288515490166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisingblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-year.html' title='This year'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826259123217617462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08036369366700906712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>