<?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-22205223</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:19:01.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life of a rare ladybug species</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7709421601344028969</id><published>2009-02-25T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:30:57.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;familiarity breeds contempt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you knew me for 10 years and you tell me that you dont feel special anymore. and that gives you the right to betray me, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what about me? do you think i feel special? do you think i had the feelings i had 10 years ago? stop dreaming, we live in an evolving world. you cannot keep feeling the same way you did 10 years ago. i was only 16, my love was immature. but now i am turning 26, my love for you has matured - the way you want me to. didn't you see me change, didnt you see me grow? i was by your side for 10 years, 10 long years, am i that invisible that you became oblivous to my existence and feelings?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i gave you space, but not too distant, just the way you like it. i cared for you the way you want me to - i became like a mother, caring for you, feeding you, being someone you can rely on. each day, every single day my feelings grow deeper. yes, i changed. i no longer say sweet words to you, i dont say things which strangers say to you, nice lovely words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but do you realise what you have become? do you think you were like you were 10 years ago, the young, polished, suave man i used to know? what have you done to retain your character that i loved once? the man who used to tell me how beautiful i am, touch me and hold me with so much passion and yearn to see me every passing day? instead what i got is a man who wants to be with every other woman except for me and save his unsightly qualities for me - digging his nose, sitting like an animal, telling me how fat (and unsightly) i am and instead of telling me how much he loved me every night, he only asks for one thing - scratching his back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do you realise &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7709421601344028969?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7709421601344028969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7709421601344028969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7709421601344028969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7709421601344028969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2009/02/uncertainty_25.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7555372422267005672</id><published>2009-02-25T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:28:08.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;familiarity breeds contempt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you knew me for 10 years and you tell me that you dont feel special anymore. and that gives you the right to betray me, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what about me? do you think i feel special? do you think i had the feelings i had 10 years ago? stop dreaming, we live in an evolving world. you cannot keep feeling the same way you did 10 years ago. i was only 16, my love was immature. but now i am turning 26, my love for you has matured - the way you want me to. didn't you see me change, didnt you see me grow? i was by your side for 10 years, 10 long years, am i that invisible that you became oblivous to my existence and feelings?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i gave you space, but not too distant, just the way you like it. i cared for you the way you want me to - i became like a mother, caring for you, feeding you, being someone you can rely on. each day, every single day my feelings grow deeper. yes, i changed. i no longer say sweet words to you, i dont say things which strangers say to you, nice lovely words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but do you realise what you have become? do you think you were like you were 10 years ago, the young, polished, suave man i used to know? what have you done to retain your character that i loved once? the man who used to tell me how beautiful i am, touch me and hold me with so much passion and yearn to see me every passing day? instead what i got is a man who wants to be with every other woman except for me and save his unsightly qualities for me - digging his nose, sitting like an animal, telling me how fat (and unsightly) i am and instead of telling me how much he loved me every night, he only asks for one thing - scratching his back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do you realise &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7555372422267005672?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7555372422267005672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7555372422267005672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7555372422267005672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7555372422267005672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2009/02/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-3965036586216211311</id><published>2007-08-30T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:57:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phir milenge (kabhi alvida na kehna)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;the novelty of blogging has died, hasnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have the urge to blog. the thought "i must blog about this!" no longer pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i feel this way because of the transitions in my life, from a student, to a working adult, to a wife. from someone who used to live with her parents to someone who has her own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is no longer important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henceforth, i will only update if there are things worth updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for example, if i see a UFO in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if i become president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-3965036586216211311?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/3965036586216211311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=3965036586216211311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3965036586216211311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3965036586216211311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/08/phir-milenge-kabhi-alvida-na-kehna.html' title='phir milenge (kabhi alvida na kehna)'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1318965994610173749</id><published>2007-08-15T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:43:01.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be back baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RsLJIJIyccI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pGNWN95r_mw/s1600-h/virus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098858869865738690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RsLJIJIyccI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pGNWN95r_mw/s400/virus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been hit by the lazy bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything that requires more than a click of the mouse is now beyond my motor skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;downloading 167635863975425GB of antibiotics in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please wait while download complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/22205223-1318965994610173749?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1318965994610173749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1318965994610173749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1318965994610173749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1318965994610173749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-be-back-baby.html' title='i&apos;ll be back baby'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RsLJIJIyccI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pGNWN95r_mw/s72-c/virus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2866479919260438633</id><published>2007-07-27T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:15:51.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest release</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;forget Harry Porter, who's interested in BATMAN RETURNS, &lt;em&gt;bollywood style&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RqlTRJIycbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cj7dESGSfow/s1600-h/bats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091692407694717362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RqlTRJIycbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cj7dESGSfow/s400/bats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click image for larger view) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;featuring dancing in the rain, flying up and down hills and saving the world from the coconut tree crisis. Catch Batman grooving to the latest bhangra hits in a never seen before footage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets now on sale. call 1800-DANCING-BATMAN now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2866479919260438633?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2866479919260438633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2866479919260438633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2866479919260438633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2866479919260438633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/07/latest-release.html' title='latest release'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RqlTRJIycbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cj7dESGSfow/s72-c/bats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-5824181866168437375</id><published>2007-07-20T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:05:06.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you please behave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; gotta convince my husband that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hijjab&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; has its own mind, and there are days when you just can't get it to be its usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like hair, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the last time, there IS such a thing as a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;empathy&lt;/span&gt; badly needed on those days, especially when you woke up late and you're really runing late, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-5824181866168437375?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/5824181866168437375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=5824181866168437375' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/5824181866168437375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/5824181866168437375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-you-please-behave.html' title='will you please behave?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8387455082244041055</id><published>2007-07-20T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:28:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; ok la, password taken off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mai&lt;/em&gt; panic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that you are not invited to view my blog, nobody can view it except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of  just taking it off public view since i dont intend to update anytime soon. but i spoke (or thought) too soon. i did update afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, now everyone can view. happy?&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/22205223-8387455082244041055?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8387455082244041055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8387455082244041055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8387455082244041055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8387455082244041055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-2.html' title='take 2'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-126882018524552866</id><published>2007-07-19T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:07:54.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hip,hip, hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;my project is scheduled for a media lauch tomorrow. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to have some breathing space now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, we all get to go home by 4 pm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-126882018524552866?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/126882018524552866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=126882018524552866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/126882018524552866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/126882018524552866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiphip-hooray.html' title='hip,hip, hooray!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8743010184624946874</id><published>2007-07-19T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:22:19.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read, reflect, repent</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i've put a password on my blog not because i want privacy, but because i dont forsee any updates so soon as i'm bogged down with work and other stuff to bother about blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just have to jot this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched a video of surah qaf on youtube. nothing special about the video, just sheikh mishary alafasy reading the surah while the translation of what he is reading is shown in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cried. i was sitting beside my hubby who was watching espn. he was shocked when he saw me crying. i couldnt even answer him when he asked me what's wrong. i only managed to utter, in between sobs, "i feel sad. this surah is making me sad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, i fear how Allah will judge me. i fear the contents of the books that the 2 recording angels will produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear that my good deeds will not overweigh the bad deeds. i fear, of being thrown into hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel sad, for despite such a message clearly written in the holy quran, such clear warnings, such clear directions, we see our own muslims going astray. the Book has such powerful messages, yet a handful of muslims use it as a display, not for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is sad isnt it, to know that Allah has set out everything so clearly in the quran to guide and warn the people of islam and the disbelievers, but people seem to make the wrong choices, even the muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's worst than blindness? to be shown the right path but yet choosing to be ignorant and let the heart remain close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us all pray for Allah to continue to guide us, and open the hearts of the ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-8743010184624946874?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8743010184624946874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8743010184624946874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8743010184624946874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8743010184624946874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/07/read-reflect-repent.html' title='read, reflect, repent'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1333582995810009884</id><published>2007-07-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:12:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i took half day leave to get my hair sorted. the last time i visited the salon was months ago, in november i think. so, yesterday, i paid my hair dresser a visit and got a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. haircut,&lt;br /&gt;2. new hair color&lt;br /&gt;3. highlights&lt;br /&gt;4. moisturising treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a total of 5 hours at the salon, and i liked the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? my hubby came home and said my hair looked exactly the same la dey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot, my hubby is color blind. any shades of brown looks exactly the same to him. and he's not very observant on the length of my hair either. he's only concerned about pimples on my face, other than my expanding size that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll have to cut my hair short like a boy and color it green, only then will he notice the change. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1333582995810009884?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1333582995810009884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1333582995810009884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1333582995810009884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1333582995810009884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/07/colors.html' title='colors'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2993491935739349091</id><published>2007-06-29T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:35:09.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;to try this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RoTfiNBTzcI/AAAAAAAAANM/VE26GJrss6o/s1600-h/fishess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081432058284461506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="331" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RoTfiNBTzcI/AAAAAAAAANM/VE26GJrss6o/s400/fishess.jpg" width="456" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish reflexology @ &lt;a href="http://www.underwaterworld.com.sg/fishreflex.htm"&gt;the Underwater World.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks so interesting la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2993491935739349091?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2993491935739349091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2993491935739349091' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2993491935739349091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2993491935739349091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want.html' title='i want'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RoTfiNBTzcI/AAAAAAAAANM/VE26GJrss6o/s72-c/fishess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7934214038801153494</id><published>2007-06-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:36:16.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the birthday wishes. i must admit, this year my sms inbox was full with birthday wishes. i've never had such overwhelming amount of sms on my birthday! thank you for remembering. :) y 24th was celebrated in the simplest way with the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started out with me waking up to a morning kiss by hubby and a croaky birthday song from him. sweetness la he. i wasnt working so i went back to sleep after he went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, another surprise. i received a call from dad who informed me that dearest mom wants to bring me to a shopping trip! woah. at about 11 am i trotted to geylang with the parents, younger sister and brother. and shopped we did. my mum was really generous and i bought a number beautiful tops at my mum's insistance. yeah, she had to insist that i buy something. i didnt want her to pay you see, my mum is a full time housewife, and she's paying for my stuff using her savings! i felt a little guilty, but i really do appreaciate her kind thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed for a sumptous lunch at hajah maimunah beside joo chiat, sponsored by dad. the nasi padang was good as usual, except for the very cold chicken rendang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the time spent with my family. i dont get the luxury of spending time with them every day, so moments like this makes me really really happy. i feel that i have graduated emotionally. from being happy with expensive gifts then, now i am happy with the time they give me. their time with me, a really priceless gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i do have pictures on the shopping trip, but i forgot my cable la. but, i do have some pictures from my phone on the mini celebration with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time spent with my hubby is really nice. i met him at 6 pm @ yishun. i had no clue what he had planned for me. first he told me to meet him @ GV. then when i arrived, he wasnt there yet! he called me and told me to go straight to swensons and wait for him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for him for a good 15 mins! but i wasnt angry la. when he came, he held on something behind his back, but i couldnt see what as i was already seated in swensons. he came over to my seat and quickly made me close my eyes. which i did, and attempted a few peeks. hehe. he presented me with the paper bag, and boy was i surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i didnt expect him to get me anything from that place. secondly, that place sells EXPENSIVE STUFF. thirdly, my taste and his taste sort of clashes, when it comes to CLOTHES for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bought me something from Mumbai Se, a boutique smack in the middle of orchard road. i didnt open the package there and then cos he wanted me to see it when we are at home. ok, this got me really excited ok! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the bag, there is a small envelope with a little birthday note. judging from the handwritting and the post it note, ni mesti last minute! hah! but i dont mind, i like him like that. aside from the birthday note, there are tickets to 2 movies, Oceans Thirteen and Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. that means, we're going to have a short movie marathon! and both movies are what i wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a quick dinner @ swensons, because the Oceans Thirteen was starting in 20 minutes. in the midst of the rush and giggles, the manager @ swensons noticed our mini celebration. he came over and wished me happy bday and gave me the firehouse happy bday on the house. such sweetness, he even sang me a birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movies were ok. we reached home @ 12 midnight, and i opened the package. it is a perfect fit, and surprise surprise, he bought me a beautiful, beautiful top. i love it ok, thank god it's not some weird color. my hubby is color blind you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMmWbzepI/AAAAAAAAAME/1U1WvBKKtQ8/s1600-h/bday1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737226531306130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMmWbzepI/AAAAAAAAAME/1U1WvBKKtQ8/s320/bday1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntL1WbzelI/AAAAAAAAALk/1qkq9A_ySIs/s1600-h/SP_A0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMmmbzeqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2Lk6Hs7CMlA/s1600-h/SP_A0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737230826273442" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMmmbzeqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2Lk6Hs7CMlA/s320/SP_A0506.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMm2bzerI/AAAAAAAAAMU/31a6W1Ox3Ig/s1600-h/SP_A0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737235121240754" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMm2bzerI/AAAAAAAAAMU/31a6W1Ox3Ig/s320/SP_A0508.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMnGbzesI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2RTuNdVZPv0/s1600-h/SP_A0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737239416208066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMnGbzesI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2RTuNdVZPv0/s320/SP_A0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMnWbzetI/AAAAAAAAAMk/44PaRkZJo4A/s1600-h/SP_A0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737243711175378" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMnWbzetI/AAAAAAAAAMk/44PaRkZJo4A/s320/SP_A0513.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntNMmbzeuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X2M7BqgD6Zg/s1600-h/SP_A0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737883661302498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="244" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntNMmbzeuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X2M7BqgD6Zg/s320/SP_A0512.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that sums up how i spent my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have other pictures to upload, i think i will do so this weekend. not forgetting my cherating trip pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole updating thing is really tiring huh! ok, me now going out for a while. i wanna get myself a belated birthday present. guess what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7934214038801153494?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7934214038801153494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7934214038801153494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7934214038801153494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7934214038801153494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-for-all-birthday-wishes.html' title='chapter 24'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RntMmWbzepI/AAAAAAAAAME/1U1WvBKKtQ8/s72-c/bday1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1319225942547578131</id><published>2007-06-20T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:59:41.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blowing the candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Baar baar din ye aaye,&lt;br /&gt;[Time and again, let this day return]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baar baar dil ye gaaye&lt;br /&gt;[Time and again let the heart sing this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu jiye hazaaron saal,&lt;br /&gt;[May you live thousands of years]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye meri hai aarzoo&lt;br /&gt;[This is my wish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be a little wiser this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1319225942547578131?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1319225942547578131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1319225942547578131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1319225942547578131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1319225942547578131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/06/blowing-candles.html' title='blowing the candles'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8111923740339904878</id><published>2007-06-13T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:50:05.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to update, but the moment i start to blog, there seem to be a million and one things screaming for my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i logged on into blogger, i see so many “draft” posts, all of which ended hanging halfway. i wont delete those posts, neither will i publish them. just let those hang in there (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were my posts about? well, among other things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is the one about good ol newcastle revamping the team with Big Sam as the new manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_WbzefI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Q4Gpdfv8ktY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075372050935413234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_WbzefI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Q4Gpdfv8ktY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is the one about how everyone who comes to my cube will style the hair of my icon. you see i have this pink haired doll glued to my cube, and everyone who drops by my cube for a chat, yes everyone including the males, will style pinky’s hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WTWbzecI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9tNFCw54_RU/s1600-h/SP_A0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075370195509541314" style="CURSOR: hand" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WTWbzecI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9tNFCw54_RU/s320/SP_A0420.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_GbzedI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZjRAQiMfxMs/s1600-h/SP_A0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075372046640445906" style="CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_GbzedI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZjRAQiMfxMs/s320/SP_A0497.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is the one about how my drama queen decal almost got stolen from my cube! the decal was a gift from my sis in law and i was furious to spot someone peeling it off when i wasn’t sitting at my cube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_GbzeeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YDrXMBIdTaY/s1600-h/SP_A0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075372046640445922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_GbzeeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YDrXMBIdTaY/s320/SP_A0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is the one about how i’m trying hard not to go blind reading the piles and piles of contracts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9YsWbzeiI/AAAAAAAAALM/pOc3nvL70Bw/s1600-h/SP_A0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075372824029526562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9YsWbzeiI/AAAAAAAAALM/pOc3nvL70Bw/s320/SP_A0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which, by the way, i am done and over with the reading of that pile, but unfortunately in my line of work, the papers just keep on coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is the one about us turning 2 last sunday and how we celebrated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WTWbzebI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sq_jFzyyXm8/s1600-h/SP_A0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075370195509541298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WTWbzebI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sq_jFzyyXm8/s320/SP_A0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WS2bzeYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xOHLwASBfgk/s1600-h/SP_A0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075370186919606658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="303" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WS2bzeYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xOHLwASBfgk/s320/SP_A0491.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WTGbzeZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/--2DvI_oksc/s1600-h/SP_A0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075370191214573970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="297" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9WTGbzeZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/--2DvI_oksc/s320/SP_A0492.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is the one about how our baby planning is coming along .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_WbzegI/AAAAAAAAAK8/snrjBLLpSyk/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075372050935413250" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="131" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_WbzegI/AAAAAAAAAK8/snrjBLLpSyk/s320/baby.bmp" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is the one about how demanding being married is, and how i prioritize family more than friends now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9YsWbzehI/AAAAAAAAALE/3l9r9thYYJk/s1600-h/356,1101370754,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075372824029526546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9YsWbzehI/AAAAAAAAALE/3l9r9thYYJk/s320/356,1101370754,1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how much i agree when someone told me ‘marriage is like a fine tuned radio, old friends and acquaintances are just temporary disturbances’. but unlike a fine tuned radio where you don’t welcome disturbances, i look forward to the occasional spark my friends add to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, there is the one about how this week is going to be a short work week for me, because i’m off to cherating early tomorrow morning with some 17 members of my hubby’s family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9aJ2bzejI/AAAAAAAAALU/wdkHart9bCU/s1600-h/L62587_SPA_01_J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075374430347295282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9aJ2bzejI/AAAAAAAAALU/wdkHart9bCU/s320/L62587_SPA_01_J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;that’s all i’m going to blog about for now. it is just too bad that everything are just snippets, because i don’t have the luxury of time on my side. just as i’m typing this, i’m on the phone with 2 mad people squabbling about some terms in a contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i’m very poor at time management, am too greedy for wanting to squeeze in too many things in 24 hours or perhaps i’m just lazy to put my thoughts to words. although blogging is one of the last in my priorities for now, i will be back to update more, if not now then &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; later lor. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me while i scream down the phone.&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/22205223-8111923740339904878?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8111923740339904878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8111923740339904878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8111923740339904878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8111923740339904878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/06/snippets.html' title='snippets'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rm9X_WbzefI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Q4Gpdfv8ktY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4930607195585249431</id><published>2007-05-25T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:50:01.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manafique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;if i have not woken up from my sleep (previous post), this would have definitely woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this magnificent sight abt an hour ago at my office @ Paya Lebar on the 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068405469358815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RlaX67rHd2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ti2zPhAwFN8/s320/Image119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068405486538684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RlaX77rHd3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rgX50vRCbII/s320/250507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it looked like there's gonna be a big storm or a twister. scary right? i just find it so amazing that a cloud could morph itself like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just found out that that was actually a waterspout. it could be dangerous, but the ones in Singapore are always the weak ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then, you never know. when disaster strikes, it comes without warning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, on a good note, i finally sent my laptop for some tweaking, because i couldnt even comment on my own website! and now, i finally am able to comment, though websites heavily loaded with pictures take some time to load. but it's not as bad as before la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, i'll get around blog hoping and commenting later, when i have time that is. i've been way too busy to catch up with the blogging world. this project i'm on is making me really stressed up, and it's not helping that the targeted project launch is SOON. *gasps* i better get back to work. i need to start monitoring my blood pressure. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, have a good wkend you all. dont forget to empty your bank accounts for the G.S.S!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-4930607195585249431?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4930607195585249431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4930607195585249431' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4930607195585249431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4930607195585249431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/05/manafique.html' title='manafique!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RlaX67rHd2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ti2zPhAwFN8/s72-c/Image119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-5006089053522414163</id><published>2007-05-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:35:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my colleague called me and found out i'm still in the office, she emailed me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065497428607072082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RkxDErrHd1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q0Kb2P4RjjE/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;centre&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i have no idea when this was taken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it's a common sight at my desk anyway. i've never read so much contracts/agreement in my entire life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i actually have got quite a bit to blog about, but that will have to come later. because now, i'm tired, my head is dizzy and my eyes are blurred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i need to get my ass home, pronto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-5006089053522414163?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/5006089053522414163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=5006089053522414163' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/5006089053522414163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/5006089053522414163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need.html' title='caught'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RkxDErrHd1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q0Kb2P4RjjE/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7345642859194835779</id><published>2007-05-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:00:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://farm.addictinggames.com/D78AQSAKQLQWI9/3583.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="520" height="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com" target="_blank" title="Play Games"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7345642859194835779?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7345642859194835779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7345642859194835779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7345642859194835779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7345642859194835779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/05/latest-addiction.html' title='latest addiction'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-585918016459709095</id><published>2007-05-13T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:57:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i had been terribly busy last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so busy that i failed to catch up on my emotional needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that living on my own is not so great after all. sometimes, i wish i'm living with my parents again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just came back home from a trip to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby is zombied infront of the TV playing his PS2. as i lay down in bed, i can't help but feel this emptiness in me. i'm missing someone i love very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss waking up to his naggings.&lt;br /&gt;i miss looking at him laugh when he has his daily intake of tom &amp;amp; jerry.&lt;br /&gt;i miss telling him about my life.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him asking me how my day was, how i'm coping with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've both been so busy, we failed to catch up with each other, though we're only 5 minutes drive from each other. whenever i come over, he's always not in. whenever i'm real busy, he'll ask me to come over. his shift working hours dont make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared a few good moments, but it's nothing like the good ol' times. i cant help but feel that it's my fault for not making time for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i'm going to play the catching game with him and try to nail him down to get all the time that's due to me. my only fear is, nothing's ever going to be enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, dad. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw the bills, screw the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i dont grow up and be your baby girl forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-585918016459709095?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/585918016459709095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=585918016459709095' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/585918016459709095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/585918016459709095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-you.html' title='missing you.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1582127878655146927</id><published>2007-05-07T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:18:13.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh just go ahead and look back, will ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rj6oSRwT8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2gLol8T5CMs/s1600-h/details_janganpandang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061668063168164386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rj6oSRwT8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2gLol8T5CMs/s320/details_janganpandang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rj6oSRwT8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2gLol8T5CMs/s1600-h/details_janganpandang.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; i caught this movie last saturday with my mom, hubby and all my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposed to be a really scary horror movie. well, it would be, if the ghost -&lt;br /&gt;1. is not limited to hand movements only;&lt;br /&gt;2. do not have eyes with liquid paper all over;&lt;br /&gt;3. is acted out by a real person instead of a PROP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hype about it being the scariest malay movie of the year is definitely over rated. but i would give credit to the suspense element, not excellent, but definitely a good try. i had a few screams here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, there’s no moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously don’t get the connection of the title and the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless the moral of the story is “jangan pandang blakang”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don’t geddit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1582127878655146927?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1582127878655146927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1582127878655146927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1582127878655146927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1582127878655146927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-just-go-ahead-and-look-back-will-ya.html' title='oh just go ahead and look back, will ya?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rj6oSRwT8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2gLol8T5CMs/s72-c/details_janganpandang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8808232372924917945</id><published>2007-05-04T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:48:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B to the U to the Z to the Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;either there’s something wrong with my computer or i’m getting more and more impatient by the day. i’ve been blog hopping a number of times, and some pages just won’t load on my browser. even if they do load, there’ll be missing pictures, and I CAN’T COMMENT! haloscan and livejournal commenting simply wouldn’t work on my browser, why is that so huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely irritating and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this work week, albeit a short one, was really crammed up with activities and rigorous deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;but i’m not complaining, because i really miss the adrenaline rush i get when tackling new things. not that i miss working in my ex office, that was hell, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i experienced my first team building session with my group and it was nothing but fun. prior to joining this huge organization, i was in a small law firm, there were only about 6 of us. so naturally, it was a bit of a culture shock for me when i started my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teambuilding session was held yesterday, there were about 50 of us, and the morning session was held at Cathay PictureHouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to do an individual 20 seconds introduction on ourselves. the team was required to submit pictures of each individual for the introduction, and i submitted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjruRhwT8hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TpfYhp3bPi8/s1600-h/me&amp;oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060619116190364178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjruRhwT8hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TpfYhp3bPi8/s320/me%26oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hurhurhur. that is me and oscar, a seal from the singapore zoo, taken last weekend. i was standing so stiffly but looked so happy hor! i was a bit scared la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the introduction, guess what we did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed off to watch SPIDERMAN 3! how cool was that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn’t expecting to enjoy the movie, cause i didn’t bother catching spiderman 1 &amp;amp; 2. the only superheros i like are the X-MEN. but i was surprised at how much i liked the movie, a lil dragy, but it’s really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter, we had lunch and then all of us went to sunrice academy at fort canning and had cooking lessons! it was really great. i learnt to cook 3 thai dishes. i didn’t like the taste of the food though, i thought it tasted weird. i’ve never tasted sweet curry in my entire life!! (on second thoughts, i think mcd curry sauce is sweet. hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the excellent thing about teambuilding is, i made new friends, and the existing bonds with the current team members strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that it is a job really well done by the committee members. me, being a virgin team building participant, didn’t bring my camera along! dang. i missed out on capturing so many precious memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all the work and fun i’ve submerged myself into, i’ve had time to research on how to help children in poverty. for the past week i had been looking up the internet on ways to help. i realized that there are so many people out there needing our help and love, i wish i could do more with these pair of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out about worldvision.org, and it was a coincidence that my colleague is also a volunteer with worldvision. when i found out that she was a volunteer, i was like, masha allah, how god works his miracles, when you really strive to do something good, he’ll make it easier for you. so i found out more from her, cleared all my doubts, and insha allah, i hope to be a child sponsor by mid this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could give more than money contributions. one day, i hope to go on sabbatical leave and visit the children in africa, india and afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make it happen, i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-8808232372924917945?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8808232372924917945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8808232372924917945' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8808232372924917945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8808232372924917945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/05/b-to-u-to-z-to-y.html' title='B to the U to the Z to the Y'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjruRhwT8hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TpfYhp3bPi8/s72-c/me%26oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-884790636628294675</id><published>2007-04-27T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:30:35.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solve the world's puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; did you guys watch idol yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, it was really an eye-opener and a reality check for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not the singing part. the part about the african boy, whose parents died, and he lives with his younger sister, and he’s the sole breadwinner. he’s only about 10 years old i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was already upset before i watched idol, and watching idol made me more upset. here we are, complaining about the oily food, the smelly rubbish trucks, the tough job we do, how tired we are to cook yada yada. and there in africa, it would be a blessing to have food, oily or not, and a job. can humans really get any worst than we already are, the rich becomes richer and the poor becomes poorer? the disparity between the rich and the poverty stricken is palpable, almost beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it upsets me, that here i am in the world, doing NOTHING. absolutely zilch about these things happening in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ww5UDAu171o/s1600-h/MCF-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058020862839747042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ww5UDAu171o/s320/MCF-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-TU1drzpm4I/s1600-h/MCF-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058020862839747058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-TU1drzpm4I/s320/MCF-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;playing mystery case files huntsville, until my eyes popped out to solve the entire puzzle. it took me 5 hours, in between my daily life, to complete this puzzle, and by the end of it (i took one week by the way), i really could declare myself the happiest puzzle solver in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i saw idol yesterday. what am i doing? solving puzzles?? can’t i do something more useful at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the internal do-something-to-help-the-world battle, i downloaded another puzzle to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tlWjTnJNMBw/s1600-h/BigCity_SF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058020862839747074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tlWjTnJNMBw/s320/BigCity_SF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i am really keen to start solving the new puzzle. but i haven’t. this whole being useful to the word thing is just getting on me. i’m so overwhelmed with feelings, i just don’t know where to start. oh don’t you just agree that is the easiest excuse to get away from everything? don’t know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i genuinely care, i must do something, i must find out how to start to help these underprivileged people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only thought i have in mind right now is, to start solving the puzzle i just downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being selfish. i just don’t know how long i am going to feign ignorance of the world around me. the real world is the puzzle i should try to tackle, in which i know i can make a difference.  if i really try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you done your part to help the world in need? share it with me, so i can do my part too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-884790636628294675?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/884790636628294675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=884790636628294675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/884790636628294675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/884790636628294675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/solve-worlds-puzzle.html' title='solve the world&apos;s puzzle'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RjGzLRwT8eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ww5UDAu171o/s72-c/MCF-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1588735528407334938</id><published>2007-04-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:05:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you please keep my fragile heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;hey YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a temper check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU hurt me each time you raise YOUR voice over small, little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don’t like to feel hurt. i don’t like YOU to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when YOU hurt me over the smallest things, I get sad, and become short fused, and I’ll say things to hurt YOU too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I love YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1588735528407334938?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1588735528407334938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1588735528407334938' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1588735528407334938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1588735528407334938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/will-you-please-keep-my-fragile-heart.html' title='will you please keep my fragile heart?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-5409347511164388764</id><published>2007-04-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:02:26.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;what would you do if you found out that someone has badmouthed somebody dear to you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;would you tell, despite knowing that you are going to sour whatever good in the relationship they shared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know whether SHE reads my blog or not, but to make myself clear, i am NOT trying to say that i’m right, nor am i trying to mitigate my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i chanced upon HER blog, which has so many entries about my sis in law and her hubby, i was appalled. my first instinct was to call my sis in law, but somehow or rather, i didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began to think. should i tell my sis in law, and risk the relationship that the two of them shared? or should i just leave it as it is, and take it as none of my business, and let HER continue harboring ill feelings against my sis in law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got my husband’s opinion. but i still don’t know what the best decision should be. i slept on it for one night, hoping that i would be wiser the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis in law is like my own sister. she is very dear to me, just as she is dear to my husband. but because i know the difficult relationship she had with this family, i am really reluctant to see whatever that’s left being destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i did tell her. why? because i couldn’t stand the fact that while my SIL was trying to be patient and make things work, SHE was acting all polite and nice but behind my SIL, she is happily criticizing my SIL and her hubby. And SHE has the cheek to say so many things about my SIL aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think SHE was shocked to learn that my SIL found out about her blog. SHE deleted her blog after that.  things didn’t blow out of proportion, but there has been no contact between my SIL and HER ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know whether i made the right decision or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad, ruining whatever good relation they had, and i think SHE might get into trouble with her parents if they were to ever find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope SHE learnt her lesson at least, don’t wash dirty linen in public if you fear getting found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i see it as God’s way of reminding all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a relationship built on pretence will never last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-5409347511164388764?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/5409347511164388764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=5409347511164388764' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/5409347511164388764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/5409347511164388764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/reflection.html' title='a reflection'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8482681293624958989</id><published>2007-04-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:00:24.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forwarned: scary story ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn’t be complaining because i asked for it. i only slept at 2 am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, when i reached home after dinner with my parents, i decided that my house was too filthy for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 10.45 pm, my hubby had a late vessel coming in and wasn’t homed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i decided to fish out the vacuum cleaner and the mop and pails to do some house cleaning. my hubby usually does the mopping once a week, and we had a mopping session scheduled for last weekend and the week before, but it didn’t happen, because we had too much outside home activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know what got into me, but i was so hyped up to clean the house last night itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cleaned i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while some was watching tv, or already snoring in bed, the crazy me went about vacuuming and mopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hanged the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cleaned the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cleaned the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did up the guest room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did all these while singing to my favourite songs at the top of my voice. hurhurhur. luckily none of my neigbours complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished cleaning at 1.30 am. the house was sparkling clean, much to my delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since my hubby called to inform that he’s reaching home, i decided to wait up for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i didn’t see it when i cleaned the house. it lay there, motionless, smack in the middle of my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was speechless. i thought i was seeing things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the hell did that dead cockroach came from?! i totally freaked out man. i was damn sure i vacuumed every inch of the house, and mopped too. how could i have missed the middle of my living area? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, how could a cockroach die without me lifting a finger to spray baygon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eerie? yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did spray baygon though, to make sure it’s really dead and not playing dead.  after safely confirming that it’s dead, i used the vacuum to suck it up. me no touch cockroaches, dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s with cockroaches and me huh? all of them roaches seem to be after me, as though i’m a common enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a traumatizing experience. i didn’t do an autopsy tho, so I don’t know what’s the cause of its death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably died due to a bad fall from the ceiling to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or the creature died because of my awful singing. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-8482681293624958989?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8482681293624958989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8482681293624958989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8482681293624958989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8482681293624958989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/forwarned-scary-story-ahead.html' title='forwarned: scary story ahead.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1179626050874984355</id><published>2007-04-13T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:33:16.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men wont understand;i dont understand men too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I am super duper angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of YOU, I fumbled every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of YOU, I don’t look THAT nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of YOU, my the dark circles around my eyes are even more enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of YOU, I dropped my MAC powder this morning, and broke it into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have stayed faithful with THE OTHER ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;VS &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;THE OTHER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8tw_nVFqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gmBaZ503050/s1600-h/avon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052807626666350242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8tw_nVFqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gmBaZ503050/s320/avon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8tvvnVFpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0etJIsf6psQ/s1600-h/bobbi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052807605191513746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8tvvnVFpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0etJIsf6psQ/s320/bobbi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No fight la dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one win ten - kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got around to buying the bobbi brown gel liner which I ran out of. And at the recommendation of my SIL and her cousin, I bought the avon eyeliner. not on impulse, but because of the good reviews from them. Apparently it gives the same results like a liquid liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon me trying it, indeed, the avon eyeliner did look like the liquid liner after you put it on. And yes, it is much cheaper than the bobbi brown one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s soooo difficult to apply on!! Although it’s just a pencil liner, which should be fairly easy to put on, nothing beats the ease of application my bobbi brown gel liner provides! I had wanted to give up on the avon liner the first few times I fumbled with it, but I thought the skill comes with practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after fumbling with the avon eyeliner, my MAC powder dropped on the floor….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8u-_nVFrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H8vAcJQ4TZA/s1600-h/SP_A0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052808966696146610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8u-_nVFrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H8vAcJQ4TZA/s320/SP_A0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Broken into pieces! And I’m heartbroken, thanks to you la ms-avon-eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m powederless, and soon to be eyeliner-less because, this time, confirm (plus chop &amp;amp; warranty) I’m giving up the avon eyeliner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This call for a shopping spree. Pay day in 2 days, time for my shopping disorder to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been blogging or bloghopping for the past week. I have been overwhelmed with work lately, it’s almost scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that doesn’t explain my silence, because I do have internet connection at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem is laki aku la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just doesn’t like me to spend my time online when we’re at home! Even when he watches his silly ESPN channel, he expects me to be silly and sit with him like I used to before we had no internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was THEN – not much choice, I either sit and watch tv or read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s different! I have the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t I like have my time while he has his? God, I can’t even talk to him when sports centre is showing! And now when he watches that, I’ll go online, but he distracts me every TWO MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has loudly proclaimed, with the walls and the tv and the fridge and the microwave and the computer as his witnesses, that he doesn’t like the internet. In his words, I quote verbatim “come and sit with me la. weii… I don’t like this stupid internet at our home eh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute la that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ended in a bad note, because we had some stupid argument about the computer hanging and friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all is well and fine now la, it was after all a stupid argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer hanged when he was about to use it and he blamed me, because I logged on to friendster for 3 minutes right before he used the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what’s a better word than INJUSTICE for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plead not guilty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1179626050874984355?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1179626050874984355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1179626050874984355' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1179626050874984355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1179626050874984355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/men-wont-understandi-dont-understand.html' title='men wont understand;i dont understand men too.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rh8tw_nVFqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gmBaZ503050/s72-c/avon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2402769732734533656</id><published>2007-04-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:59:33.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>payback</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we went hungry till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was in bed most of the time, i wasn’t well enough to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only had cereal for breakfast, i slept through lunch and hubby worked on his coaching program through lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come dinner time, we were both so hungry we could eat TWO whole cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing maghrib prayers at home, we decided to go have a feast somewhere. and since my parents went to KL, I called my younger sister to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to al-azhar at bukit timah, our favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a hard time picking our dinner, there were so many to choose from. my hubby especially, he was soo fickle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RhmrC6uvvXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WEBzkfBm2Vc/s1600-h/SP_A0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051256523686133106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RhmrC6uvvXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WEBzkfBm2Vc/s320/SP_A0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we placed our orders. and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first dish came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp1quvvTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xGQu-P28SVM/s1600-h/SP_A0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051255196541238578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp1quvvTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xGQu-P28SVM/s320/SP_A0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s my hubby’s, after much agonizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp1quvvSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yWVxw2Ym19s/s1600-h/SP_A0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051255196541238562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp1quvvSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yWVxw2Ym19s/s320/SP_A0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help noticing all the oil. ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, my sister’s. here’s presenting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp16uvvUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xUI4Vx5oBUA/s1600-h/SP_A0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051255200836205890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp16uvvUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xUI4Vx5oBUA/s320/SP_A0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we burst out laughing when my sister’s dish came. hurhurhur. complete with the maharaja crown you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp2KuvvVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6Tfl3XKSido/s1600-h/image004.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051255205131173202" style="CURSOR: hand" height="326" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp2KuvvVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6Tfl3XKSido/s320/image004.gif" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good meal. even i enjoyed my meal, in the condition i was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sister, we both didn’t finish our meal because the portion was huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who ended up eating everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp2auvvWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hb8IygwJm30/s1600-h/image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051255209426140514" style="CURSOR: hand" height="355" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rhmp2auvvWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hb8IygwJm30/s320/image003.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;payback indeed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2402769732734533656?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2402769732734533656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2402769732734533656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2402769732734533656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2402769732734533656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/payback.html' title='payback'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RhmrC6uvvXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WEBzkfBm2Vc/s72-c/SP_A0410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-49330757238780888</id><published>2007-04-08T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:16:13.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you feel the world circling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i had wanted to upload the pictures of my genting trip, but i havent been feeling too well ever since i came back from genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling dizzy since last tuesday, and it became worst last night, after a very much uneventful trip to swenson's at changi airport for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a horrible day yesterday. everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swenson's was closed when we arrived which made my hubby mad. it wasnt my suggestion to go there, and i was the innocent victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew how temperamental he could become whenever he's hungry. his last meal was nasi lemak in the morning. so i could really understand why he wanted a good feast. i emphatize, i understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i wasnt pleased at all with his (mis)behaviour. i'm not going to reveal much, but i can only say that my hubby can really be such a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell has no furry like a hungry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i was very patient with him, i even cooked him maggi at 2 am in the morning, which plastered a big smile on his face. he's such a baby isnt he? the smallest thing can upset him, and the simplest gesture can make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt eat though. my last meal was 4 pieces of popcorn chicken. i didnt eat not because i was angry, but i had lost all appetite to eat. i went to bed hungry and very, very dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today my antibodies finally gave up on fighting, i woke up with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so uncomfortable. i can't sit or lie down too long, my back ache real bad. the only comfort is, my hubby treats me like his baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, for the record, the dizziness is not because i'm pregnant la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday really showed me one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're patient in a moment of anger, you'll escape a thousand moments of sorrow. i'm glad i was patient with my hubby, or else, i would have made a mountain out of a molehill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all of you had a good long weekend. mine would have been great if not for the constant dizziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me while i find something to do to relieve my horrible, horrible aching back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-49330757238780888?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/49330757238780888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=49330757238780888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/49330757238780888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/49330757238780888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-feel-world-circling.html' title='do you feel the world circling?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4871043321009290243</id><published>2007-04-03T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:08:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the (yawn) zee (yawn) cine (yawn) awards (yawn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch the zee awards on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did, did they, by any chance, zoomed on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they did, did you, by any chance, saw me yawn big big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awards was so boring, I had never yawned so much in an award before. Not that I’ve attended THAT many awards, but this one is just waaaay out of action. I’m so glad I didn’t buy anything for the award, and settled for my grey punjabi suit which I wore only once for this year’s eid. The only good that resulted from the awards is - my hubby finally shaved and he looked so good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who watched would know that most of the stars didn’t turn up and those who came are mostly the newbies in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted that abhishek, salman, shahrukh, preity, shilpa, urmila, aishwarya and katrina, and even rishi and raveena, made an appearance, but it’s still not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where’s kajol? and kareena? and rani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or madhuri (not you sharbi!)? or even juhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Big B didn’t come, and hrithik didn’t as well. Not even govinda or akshay kumar. And sunjay dutt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the performances were disappointing. The only performance worth watching was abhishek’s performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, aish’s performance had lion dance init! Shahrukh performance, to me, was too broadway musical. I didn’t like it a bit. Actually, it’s more like aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think the most expensive ticket was RM$2,000. Luckily mine was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get a close look at those who came la. I almost swooned over zayed for a while. Saif looks so crappy with the beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina &amp; Preity are soo gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salman =  irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even bother to attend the party after the event which they organised solely for zee delegates. I wasn’t interested in any of the stars. I mean, what’s bollywood without big b and hrithik huh! Actually, if aamir khan had came, I would have considered going, but we all know aamir too well to expect him to turn up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was soo much better at the IFFA in Singapore 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect any pics on the awards from me, my camera was mis-behaving, the pictures I snapped were low in quality and the battery died on me before the show even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL got a number of good shots of the stars at the red carpet I think. My SIL and MIL tagged along with us to genting, but they didn’t buy any tickets for the awards. They just wanted a short holiday and perhaps to bump into the stars, which they did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Though the awards was disappointing, the trip was good la. Zee treated us really well, we got nice rooms with a meal card that contained RM$900 (!!!) for our meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some pics of the trip, BUT, I forgot my camera cable or the card reader today. I’ll probably update more abt my trip later, once I’m homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have internet connection at home people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-4871043321009290243?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4871043321009290243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4871043321009290243' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4871043321009290243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4871043321009290243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/04/yawn-zee-yawn-cine-yawn-awards-yawn.html' title='the (yawn) zee (yawn) cine (yawn) awards (yawn)'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-6205798416477801395</id><published>2007-03-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:27:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a monster in my wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I start to complain first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CALVES ACHE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my calves hurt like I’ve done 2 days of cycling non stop. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now, for the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past weekend, i didn’t get the proper rest that I desperately wanted and needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Friday night, I was at my mother in law’s house to help prepare for my brother in law’s 11th birthday party on Saturday. i didn’t get an early sleep, despite the fact that I was already stoned out for the day. i didn’t do much tho. just hang around and accompanied my MIL, while she did the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the harry porter themed party was a blast of course, tho it wasn’t meant for big babies like me. i enjoyed looking at how the kids enjoyed themselves. nope, I didn’t dress as Dumbledore. i was in casual wear la and i was also the cotton candy  lady for the day. I was incharge of making cotton candy for the kids, which I enjoyed very much, cos I got to make a HUGE cotton candy for myself when the kids were not looking. yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I don’t have any pictures for that day. I didn’t carry a camera with me and most of the pics were take by my MIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but boy was I tired! I was standing most of the time and my leg hurts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  wanted to get a good rest on sunday, but my dad told me that he didn’t postpone his chalet! he actually got 2 nights of chalet at aloha, so we were suppose to be there from sunday to tuesday. monday was his birthday. initially, he was supposed to postpone the chalet to another day, since my elder sister is not back from KL yet, but he didn’t!! and all the while I had thought that the chalet was already postponed and I was looking forward to a free and easy day on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off I went to the chalet on sunday. i scouted for an ice cream cake to surprise my dad at midnight. we barbequed on sunday, which also left me standing on my already aching feet. abt half an hour to midnight, we decided to play DONKEY to keep my dad awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is sooo cute la. he kept of giggling loudly whenever he got the donkey card, so everyone knows he has the card. yes, he didnt laugh, he giggled!! hahhhaaa. we played 2 rounds, first round my hubby was the DONKEY, much to my dad’s delight! the 2nd round, my dad was the DONKEY, much to everyone’s delight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought out the cake at midnight, my dad was of course surprised la, although each year we will definitely but him a surprise cake. he’ll always say “next time no need to buy me a cake. just listen to what i say, i’ll be very happy”. i love my dad la, tho he’s bossy and naggy at times. well, who don’t love their dads aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, I don’t have pictures la. my sis took pictures with her camera, so I’m denied any access to it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was only homed on monday evening. i was too tired to even have dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, no spa, no high tea and not enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most alarming thing is, NO SHOPPING. i’ve not done ANYTHING to solve my wardrobe crisis for zee awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about wearing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046871703290227394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RgoXEx2VqsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uw5bwJhn4Mc/s320/17538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding lah. i don’t want to be overdressed! tho this costume is really nice. i don’t own this la. I saw it on &lt;a href="http://www.buycostumes.com"&gt;buycostumes&lt;/a&gt;. that's where by bro in law bought his harry porter robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think I may not have time to do anything about my wardrobe crisis you know. The event is this weekend and I’m really strapped for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like I’m going to have to fish out something from my stale wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uffffff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-6205798416477801395?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/6205798416477801395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=6205798416477801395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6205798416477801395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6205798416477801395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-monster-in-my-wardrobe.html' title='there&apos;s a monster in my wardrobe'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RgoXEx2VqsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uw5bwJhn4Mc/s72-c/17538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8526458580248349686</id><published>2007-03-22T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:30:20.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this entry has no title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;have u felt really tired, such that you just want to go home and sleep for 3 days straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm feeling exactly that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i feel like digging my eyes out and soaking them in ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been staring at the laptop screen for 2 days, with only sleeping and travelling as my only break. yes, even at home, i'm staring at the laptop. i got a lot of work sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, tomorrow, i have to be in the office at &lt;strong&gt;7.30 am&lt;/strong&gt; for a conference call with people situated in US. thanks ah! grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come Monday, i'll be on leave. i cant wait for monday lah. i want to go for a spa and maybe high tea. enjoy life like a tai tai for a while. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i cant wait for this saturday also. coz its my brother in law's bday party. we're organising a harry porter themed party for him. he has already bought his harry porter robe, and the cards me and my SIL made have been sent out to his classmates, who has been specifically informed to come dressed as harry porter's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, what should i come dressed as? DUMBLEDORE perhaps? hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, talk about dresscode... i STILL dont know what to wear for Zee awards, and i'm not doing anything about it. i really should stop complaining and start to deal with it. monday, i'll do something about it. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just rambling incessantly lah. i feel so lethargic, my mind is working in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for my hubby to fetch me. i cant wait to get my ass out of the office actually. neelu (SIL daughter) has fallen and hurt her chin. that poor cute little thing. i think we're going to visit her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm so damn tired. but anything for that little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard that, ana, my darling sis in law ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind if you want to give me neelu's next insurance payout as a token of appreaciation you know. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-8526458580248349686?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8526458580248349686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8526458580248349686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8526458580248349686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8526458580248349686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-u-felt-really-tired-such-that-you.html' title='this entry has no title.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4635878735809269792</id><published>2007-03-20T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:29:05.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>count dracula</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i slept with a lot of things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i watched 'i shouldnt be alive' on discovery channel, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my hubby never fail to catch the series. every monday at 10 pm, we'll just snuggle on the couch and watch the show together. each time we watched, we learnt something. each time we watched, we were thankful that we didnt have to go through such extremes in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday's episode hit me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about a group of 15 year old boys together with 3 experienced hikers, went hiking at the grand canyon in arizona. they went off the hike trail, ran out of water and got stuck in the heat. 3 of the boys decided to leave everyone behind to look for water, hoping to return to the group with water to tide them through the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the journey of looking for water, one of the boys died from heat stroke. and this boy, at one point, he had very little hopes of getting out of the grand canyon alive, he wanted a pen to write a letter to say goodbye and how much he loves his mom and dad. he never got to write the letter. he never got to pen down his goodbyes. he never got to tell his parents how much he loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was only 15. he had a full life ahead of him, but never got to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so sad, i teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i lay down in bed yesterday, i felt so thankful for being alive. it's not that i've not been thankful, it's just that when you watch those kind of situation, you realise how great it is to be able to be with your loved onces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself, when was the last time i showed my love to the people dearest to me? i thought of my sisters and my brothers. my mum and my dad. my best friend. my aunties, cousins and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby was sound asleep, i gave him a kiss on his (hairy) cheeks. just in case i wont wake up ever again to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself that if i wake up the next morning, i'm going to make the day count, and every other day that i'm breathing. sometimes, we just take life for granted, we never stop to be thankful for the things we have and the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up when i felt something hairy kissed my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles* looks like that beard of his is here to stay after all. i said goodbye to my hubby as he head out to work first, and then i went back to slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woke up later only to be so damn late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for wanting to make today count eh? i started the day by counting, literally, - counting my money for the taxi fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really bad at resolutions you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-4635878735809269792?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4635878735809269792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4635878735809269792' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4635878735809269792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4635878735809269792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-i-slept-with-lot-of-things-on.html' title='count dracula'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2601521951202799252</id><published>2007-03-16T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:13:53.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapattis (again!) and beards</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to be at HQ at 8.30 am this morning for a meeting with a major hollywood studio to run through a contract. and i worked through lunch till 7 pm last night just to prepare for today's meeting. and i dragged myself out of bed half an hour early today so that i wont be late for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my shower this morning, i received an sms - meeting cancelled. the fella from the studio got food poisioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! apa lah nasib. dah penat penat prepare tau. but i was relieved at the same time, because it's FRIDAY! i dont want to be in a long draggy contract negotiation meeting. so hopefully today, i wont get any last minute reading of any contracts.. that's just painful. fine prints are making me go blind you know. i need to visit the optician soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby made chapatti again yesterday! it didnt turn out as soft as the previous one, but it's still soft lah. i think that's because the chef was busy watching tv and making the dough at the same time. so chef, lessson learnt? concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i experimented with my own receipe, a potato dish. hubby wanted to have the chapatti with something light, and suggested the main ingredients to be potato and eggs. so i experimented lah. the end result was quite good, only it was slightly too salty. you know, i can NEVER get my salt content right, it'll either be too little or tooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this time, i'm not so greedy. i remembered to take pictures before savouring the food. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the chapattis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfnyuBzXVFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GW-Z_3wj4Qc/s1600-h/ch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042328130389759058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfnyuBzXVFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GW-Z_3wj4Qc/s320/ch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the potato-egg dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfnyuhzXVGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OqooH8Q4BUE/s1600-h/potegg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042328138979693666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfnyuhzXVGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OqooH8Q4BUE/s320/potegg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the chapatti looks super duper pale in contrast with my potato dish. dont think it can be helped lah, even in real life i look nicer than my hubby lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about looking nice. i gave my hubby a lecture last night, for not shaving his beard. i tried my very very best to tell him that shaving his face clean first thing in the morning means he's happy its a brand new day and wants to look his best for the day. of course my lecture is useless lah. sometimes i wish he's still in the army where he's forced to shave his face clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby's face is covered with hair now. he looks awful you know, macam tak mandi like that. i'm hoping he wont be up to his crazy antics again to grow his beard like santa. the last time he managed to grow his beard damn long was during the fasting month. he looked awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. that's him during the fasting month, with his beard soo full. yucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfoFvhzXVHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_6pHjj7KJUI/s1600-h/beard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042349046880490610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfoFvhzXVHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_6pHjj7KJUI/s320/beard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he wont grow his beard like that ever again. i soo love it when he looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfoFvxzXVII/AAAAAAAAAG4/jLJ3b5urQt4/s1600-h/hubwife.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042349051175457922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfoFvxzXVII/AAAAAAAAAG4/jLJ3b5urQt4/s320/hubwife.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he looked sooo cute!! so my cutie-pie-chapatti-bhai-hubby, pls shave off all the hair on your face (leave your eyebrows, of course!), i promise i wont disturb you when you play your PS2, i promise i wont fight over the remote control, i promise i'll be a good girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cross fingers* &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2601521951202799252?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2601521951202799252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2601521951202799252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2601521951202799252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2601521951202799252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapattis-again-and-beards.html' title='chapattis (again!) and beards'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfnyuBzXVFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GW-Z_3wj4Qc/s72-c/ch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-6871507125843452848</id><published>2007-03-15T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:43:38.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i went amore-ing yesterday at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to catch half an hour of the new body class followed by an hour of bellyblitz. but i forgot it’s bugis i’m talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGIS, people!! where there is an overdose of homosapiens! oh, how could i ever reach my class on time with soo many people to pass through? the moment i passed through the mrt gantry, i let out a huge sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the heck was i going to pass through these people, PATIENTLY? i got a class to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s not an easy feat i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first, let me introduce you to my gym bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfijZ3cGUCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1HHtMZOwS5I/s1600-h/bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041959447615131682" style="CURSOR: hand" height="325" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfijZ3cGUCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1HHtMZOwS5I/s320/bag.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i need this huge bag to fit my dinosaur laptop and my sports attire. and with this slung on my shoulder, i braced through the crowds, careful not to knock into anyone with my bag. you know, how terrible it is, don’t you? the people in bugis, they don’t walk straight ahead. they practically snake through the department stores, you never know when they’re just going to cut through your path. and the escalators! i cant even walk up the escalators. how come nobody keeps to the keep left rule? HELLO! it’s peak hour, there are people rushing, keep left so that i can run on your right! it didn’t happen of course, and i cursed under my breath while i stood on the escalators patiently waiting for it to lift me to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mad dash to catch my class, i eventually knocked into someone with my humongous bag. but i wasn’t sorry that i did, because that person just stopped walking out of the blue and didn’t respond to my ‘excuse me’, so i excused myself a tad too roughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really a battlefield to amore at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn’t catch the new body class. i did get an hour of bellyblitz and half an hour on the treadmill. bellyblitz is my favourite class lah. i bought a hipscarf, and now i think i can do the thang like a belly dancer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, i took a cab back to hubby’s cousin’s house because all of them were there, eating glorious good food. i made a mental note to myself, DO NOT OVEREAT. DO NOT OVEREAT. DO NOT OVEREAT. i had just gone though so much (ya right) to get to amore, i’m not gonna ruin the effort by eating sinfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to reject coke and ice cream successfully yesterday. it felt so damn good you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i realized that i’ve ran out of my bobbi brown eyeliner gel. any kind souls out there want to get a new one for me? i gotta stock up for my appearance at the zee awards you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, this ladybug is too much ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-6871507125843452848?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/6871507125843452848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=6871507125843452848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6871507125843452848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6871507125843452848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/people-madness.html' title='people madness'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfijZ3cGUCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1HHtMZOwS5I/s72-c/bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1752911518807578652</id><published>2007-03-13T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:25:56.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of chapattis and the agents</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i gotta give a huge pat on the back to my hubby for perfecting his chapatti making skills. yesterday my hubby made chapatti for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out awesome. it was perfect - round and amazingly soft. i loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to snap any pics of the chapattis lah.. cos by the time i thought of snapping pics, what's left was an empty plate and a very messy kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i had to clean up his mess. not that he asked me to do it, i didnt want him to do it, different standards lah. i'm a perfectionist when it comes to cleaning the kitchen. i like it to be clean AND dry AND free of ants. funny how i hated cleaning up the kitchen when i was living with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really admire my hubby's 'never give up' spirit. he's the kind of man who will not give up anything he sets his heart on (which explains why he eventually married me.. hee.). he actually had a chance to have a chapatti making tutorial at his office.. which explains why his chapattis are so perfect now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with me and chapattis ah? i seem to blog about chapattis only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let's digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy for my sister in law!! she told me a damn good news on sunday night and told me to keep it a secret, and not even utter a word to her bro (my hubby), which kept me awake till 1.30 am, and i got so irritated to see my hubby sound asleep that i almost woke him up to share the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt of course. and SIL gave me permission to tell him yesterday, which i did. i'm smiling ear to eat as i type this, i dont know why i feel so excited lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be meeting my SIL and the rest of the gang for lunch today. can u believe my inbox this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RfZtXHcGUBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wDOJ7I2gz3Y/s1600-h/inbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043564200502711442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rf5W6xzXVJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9RK7QOhFgeM/s320/inbox.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;click to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so early in the morning, they are all planning for lunch already. 'they' are: chief agent - lynn, 2nd in line - ana (SIL), 3rd in rank - mimid (SIL's cousin) and last and the most kecik, me lor. i'm looking forward to lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better get some work done now.&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/22205223-1752911518807578652?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1752911518807578652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1752911518807578652' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1752911518807578652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1752911518807578652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-gotta-give-huge-pat-on-back-to-my.html' title='of chapattis and the agents'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rf5W6xzXVJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9RK7QOhFgeM/s72-c/inbox.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2800188684911709706</id><published>2007-03-12T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:19:12.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy kiya re</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;one day, after work, my hubby decided to make chapatti for dinner. since we do not have a rolling pin, we decided to look for one before going home. we went to several supermarkets but couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *thinking to silently to self - where else ah, maybe sheng shiong will have...*&lt;br /&gt;*loud chinese music blasting in car*&lt;br /&gt;me: OYE! you switch on chinese radio for what la dey?!&lt;br /&gt;him: hahaha. it's been playing on for a while, i blasted it loud then u realise ah? why so slow?&lt;br /&gt;me: i was thinking lah.. where else to find rolling pin.&lt;br /&gt;him: oh. no need lah, some other day we find.&lt;br /&gt;me: then ur chapatti how? will become like map u know..&lt;br /&gt;him: it's ok *makes wrong turn* aiyah shit i made a wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;me: standard lah u. always wrong turn lah, miss exit lah, did the army teach u all these ah? u sure u wanna make chappati? how long will it take ah?? i'm -&lt;br /&gt;him: eh that shop sells rolling pin. did u see?!!&lt;br /&gt;me: where where where?? i didnt see!&lt;br /&gt;him: i saw just now. rolling pin specialist pte ltd.&lt;br /&gt;me: wei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i not be crazy? i live with a crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, the chappati didnt turn out at all. it was crispy like keropok. and the kitchen was messy with flour. ^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2800188684911709706?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2800188684911709706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2800188684911709706' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2800188684911709706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2800188684911709706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-kiya-re.html' title='crazy kiya re'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2337951105776155996</id><published>2007-03-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:59:03.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abnormally in my own world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; i realised something during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m surrounded by my colleagues, all of them seem to be talking on ground zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me - i’ll be grappling with an overdose of information, i get lost more often than not. i don’t know what they are talking about and the songs they sing. i don’t know the latest hollywood gossips they are rambling about, and no i didn’t know britney shaved her head, until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, the conversations i hear are not in a foreign language, it’s all done in english. but i just don’t know these things you know. yes, i do watch english movies, but half the time i don’t know which actress is in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know who won the grammies, or the oscars. who got the best actor or actress or which is the best movie. i don’t know who realeased the latest english album and which songs are good. unlike my hubby, who is an all rounder – english, hindi, bhangra, malay – he’s kind of updated on everything. my hubby and my sis in law love malay songs. they just have to sing or play malay songs to get that “eeeeeeeyeeeww” face from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i dont have anything against the malays. and i know not these hollywood stuff, and have no interest in ‘em at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ask me about bollywood, you’ll see my face light up. sing the latest bhangra song and you’ll hear me singing in sync with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i’m in control of the tv remote at home, the tv will always be on zee, sony entertainment or star plus. even when there’re no good programmes, i’ll just toggle and watch the sappy dramas, even the boring khana khazana (a crappy cooking show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m as indian as a papadom, but when i speak malay, i’m as malay as a keropok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve always had a hard time explaining to ppl abt my background. i had a hard time explaining that i’m indian, no i don’t celebrate deepavali because i’m muslim, yes i celebrate hari raya, and no, i’m not arab. i had a hard time explaining that indian is a race, not a religion and muslims wear the hijjab, not just the malays and the arabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don’t really know how to explain why my 2nd language is malay, why i can’t speak tamil and why i speak hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enthralled by the classic running around the coconut trees and dancing in the rain. i love listening to the hindi songs which are high pitched and have repeating verses every 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m not asking the people around me to be like me. well, i’m happy to be lost when they talk abt hollywood thingy. that way i can live up to my image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a confused 'bollywood' paralegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m just different you know. i’m not normal like most of you. and i’m happy being in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2337951105776155996?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2337951105776155996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2337951105776155996' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2337951105776155996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2337951105776155996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/abnormally-in-my-own-world.html' title='abnormally in my own world.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-3905161171304139974</id><published>2007-03-07T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:22:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell you a story ok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit - i am rather lazy to update nowadays. not because there's nothing happening in my life, there're just too many things happening at the same time that i'm at lost on which to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like what things happening, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like how my dad kept on bugging me to have a kid quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Re5dYzuVWiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9g6jEF_H2yM/s1600-h/DSCN3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039067713856952866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Re5dYzuVWiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9g6jEF_H2yM/s400/DSCN3738.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how delicious the food iswhen my department went for high tea at the carousel at royal plaza on scotts. that's me and the JOs on the left. they light up my life at work. dont ask me what i was doing, i don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like how my hubby commented that my scarf doesn’t match my punjabi suit when we were about to go out for a wedding and i ended up changing to a different outfit because of his comment. my hubby generally has no comments to what i wear, so when he said that, i freaked out. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like last sunday, when my hubby attempted to make chapatti at home and invited guests over, confident that his chapatti is going to turn out fine, but no, it didn't happen and when the guests arrived we were STILL in the kitchen making chapatti. but yes, eventually it turned out alright, and thanks to pointers AND help from his aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like how my hubby said "cheng, your cheeks looks like my chappati dough! why ah?" and how I replied "because my cheeks are fair and soft?" and how he remarked "isit? no! there's something! are u sure that's your cheeks and not chapatti dough?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like how i went to the gym yesterday to sweat it out on the treadmill and only to waste the workout by not resisting ice cream and coke for dinner at odin's [hubby's cousin] house. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like how my hubby has a bad habit of calling me from 'o-cheng' to 'cheng-o' when i'm angry and thus making me laugh coz I feel like a delicacy on old chang kee's menu. fish-o, curry-o, pepper-o, sotong-o…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheng-o anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kwakwakwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know, things happening like these are very hard to string into one post because it's just small, small things happening in my life. BUT these are the things that i take note of because they make me smile. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but you know what, while typing this post, there’s only one thing in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ZEE CINE AWARDS 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now the million dollar question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT TO WEAR?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what a big big headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ps: i’m not getting an award, but then, i’ll be meeting my darling Hrithik and Big B. so…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&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/22205223-3905161171304139974?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/3905161171304139974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=3905161171304139974' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3905161171304139974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3905161171304139974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/tell-you-story-ok.html' title='tell you a story ok?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Re5dYzuVWiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9g6jEF_H2yM/s72-c/DSCN3738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1813667702545736550</id><published>2007-03-01T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:31:37.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come on, stretch and yawn with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i am very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public holidays, meetings after meetings after meetings left me with no chance to update, hence this quiet and lonely blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past week or so, i gave up on updating my blog during office hours because i just can't squeeze in the time. and after office hours i'm internet-less. i didnt even blog hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yes, a LOT of things to update, since the CNY long weekend. it was one fantastic weekend - celebrated neelu's (my niece - sis in law's daughter) bday at aloha changi chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fantastic you ask? how bout these pictures to paint a thousand words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReamZ-xh9YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pbJeUeiGi6o/s1600-h/aname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036896198538163586" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="246" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReamZ-xh9YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pbJeUeiGi6o/s320/aname.jpeg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's my sis in law and me, dressed up for the hula theme. no, that's no belly dancing. dat's the &lt;em&gt;tebiat nak mampos&lt;/em&gt; hula dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReamaOxh9ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y_PIfUP6FtQ/s1600-h/meais.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036896202833130898" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="279" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReamaOxh9ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y_PIfUP6FtQ/s320/meais.jpeg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and look at my hubby! we dressed him as such specially to play the pinata. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;my sis in law has already updated her blog on the event, so go click on farzanazim to read more. sadly, my neice fell and hurt her head after her bday, but thankfully, she's recovering already. i think we're going to my SIL house later to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the CNY week, the days just wheezed past. and i cant even recall what i did last thursday la dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy it's already thursday. this week was painfully busy with meetings and never ending contracts to review. tomorrow is going to be a short day, my dept will be having their CNY gathering during the later half of the day. initially they wanted to go somewhere non-halal, but switched the venue to the carousel at royal plaza on scotts just for my sake (i'm the only non-chinese and muslim in my dept). sweetness right! the place i suggested better be good, if not, mr ground, will you please get ready to open up and swallow me whole. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to like my job very much. yes, i have to be constantly reading 50 to 60 pages of contracts, be part of endless boring conferences and meetings, but, there are perks, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's great in being in the media industry is, we get to attend previews, premieres and awards. and i've just receive news that i MAY get to attend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReanBOxh9aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0c0SKYR6YVE/s1600-h/zca01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036896872848029090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReanBOxh9aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0c0SKYR6YVE/s320/zca01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1813667702545736550?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1813667702545736550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1813667702545736550' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1813667702545736550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1813667702545736550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/03/come-on-stretch-and-yawn-with-me.html' title='come on, stretch and yawn with me.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/ReamZ-xh9YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pbJeUeiGi6o/s72-c/aname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4363483487574823357</id><published>2007-02-16T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:26:30.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;biskot* primary school&lt;br /&gt;[*intentionally mis-spelt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RdVaYjfxIrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GIhXKIl77A4/s1600-h/SP_A0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032027536548242098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RdVaYjfxIrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GIhXKIl77A4/s320/SP_A0327.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first started work this year,&lt;br /&gt;i almost started to tear,&lt;br /&gt;because i knew no one at work,&lt;br /&gt;and fear that i'd be the only dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i met a nice lady,&lt;br /&gt;who is indeed very friendly,&lt;br /&gt;she offered me one packet of biskot primary school,&lt;br /&gt;we clicked and started talking about primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the days she offered me more,&lt;br /&gt;i declined cos i don't want her to be left with no more,&lt;br /&gt;but my taste buds started teasing me more,&lt;br /&gt;i was craving for biskot primary school and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went all around looking for biskot primary school,&lt;br /&gt;ntuc, cold storage, esso and shell,&lt;br /&gt;you name it, i've been to all,&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't find my biskot primary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby said he knows a supplier,&lt;br /&gt;i waited ages but hubby only got me angrier,&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, what a liar!&lt;br /&gt;i almost hit him with a plier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day while watching soccer at kallang stadium,&lt;br /&gt;i saw biskot primary school beside my bum,&lt;br /&gt;do you know where it came from?&lt;br /&gt;where else if not from hajira begum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hajira is my husband's cousin's wife,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to her, biskot primary school is back in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i think she's sweeter than a bee hive,&lt;br /&gt;thank god that she's alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ms hajira will you please hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to thank me for this shout out,&lt;br /&gt;but i sure do have a small request,&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not disturbing your rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biskot primary school is running low in dock,&lt;br /&gt;will you please be a darling and get some stock?&lt;br /&gt;i promise to pay you with interest and all,&lt;br /&gt;just get me my biskot primary school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-4363483487574823357?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4363483487574823357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4363483487574823357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4363483487574823357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4363483487574823357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/silly-me.html' title='silly me'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RdVaYjfxIrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GIhXKIl77A4/s72-c/SP_A0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-9137788830987945050</id><published>2007-02-15T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:37:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing the pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head in dissapointment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry blog. i couldnt keep up with blogging five times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the discussion i was involved in for the 28 page contract took me 2.5 days. that drained me out, really. discussions with the business and technical teams really got my brain working extra hard, trying to explain legal jumbo in layman terms. and understanding the commercial and technical aspects of a contract is really hard for a legal mudhead like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. let's not talk about work hokay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i've made some major expenditure, which included a huge sum for a membership at amore fitness. i hope i made the right choice you know, i'm not really good at keeping up with routines, i fear that my money will just go down the drain when i procastinate to e-x-e-r-c-i-s-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not gonna happen yet. i have made my very first appreance at amore bugis junction after work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everyone was busy dating on valentines' day, i had a date with the gym and my hubby had a date with his PS2 we don't celebrate v day, we used to celebrate our month-niversary every 14th when we were dating, but we dont do it now we'd make it a point to have dinner together back then, but now, we always have dinner together so now, it's just a month-niversary kiss not that it makes any difference because we kiss every day- goodbye kiss, goodnight kiss etc etc. we just make it a point to celebrate 14th Oct - being our dating anniversary and 10th June - our wedding anniversary so that means this year will be SEVEN years being together and 2 years being married wow, seven long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i've just typed that without any full stops. nevermind if you can't understand anything. sorry for the inccesant writings. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, as i was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already start amore-ing. guess who had her first belly dancing class yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-86085385508970_1934_38557254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RdPRFDfxIoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f1PciG1x9U8/s1600-h/bellydance.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031595093471076994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RdPRFDfxIoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f1PciG1x9U8/s200/bellydance.gif" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sotong-ness was put to the extreme test at the belly dance class. i realised that i can't, I CAN'T, co-ordinate my hands and my hips and my legs. how like that? i was the octopus in the class, my tentacles were everywhere. LOL. i had a good laugh, the lesson was fun. am definitely coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after one hour of belly dancing, i was all geared up for my 'NEW BODY' class, which is high impact aerobics with weights and resistance band. this was even tougher. but it was a good class, targets the thighs and arms and butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i was the octopus lah, my hands and legs movement cannot co-ordinate. i hope it's just a matter of getting used to the movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want the people in the class to think that amore employed a clown to amuse their members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p/s: that pic is not me lah.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-9137788830987945050?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/9137788830987945050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=9137788830987945050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/9137788830987945050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/9137788830987945050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/shakes-head-in-dissapointment-sorry.html' title='losing the pounds'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RdPRFDfxIoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f1PciG1x9U8/s72-c/bellydance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7493412660561279658</id><published>2007-02-12T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:26:12.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;g'day you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going into any details about mine now, because i'm just gonna put up a short entry before i forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, while i was going down the escalator to the first level of my office building, i saw a lady walking hurriedly in very very high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next minute she tripped, and was on all fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stopped grinning shortly after. because i SOOO wanted to put on a solemn face, extend my hand to her and welcome her to the clumsy club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i've been tripping away all my life, i can't remember the last time i tripped in public. but at home, dont say lah. i am just a disaster waiting to happen when i move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwakwakwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, got to run. i've got a 28 page contract to review for a discussion in the next half hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7493412660561279658?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7493412660561279658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7493412660561279658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7493412660561279658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7493412660561279658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-for-you.html' title='i feel for you'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-6935698929132355670</id><published>2007-02-09T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T16:38:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat happens ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;if i have to profess my love now, it'd be :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, oh mr friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, will you please be a darling and let the next 2 hours pass in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said this so many times, i'm gonna say it again. i've got to do something about my tree trunks (read: thighs) and branches (read: arms). because being a tree is still not in fashion yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know a few months ago i told my hubby that i love cycling. we bought 2 bikes a month ago, very semangat. we even bought the bicycle rack for his car, made plans to go cycling at east coast park and all the other great great plans that involves cycling. unfortunately, at that time, the rain made it impossible to cycle at east coast. BUT, he made me cycle distance - from our house to my mom's house on the nights it didnt rain. which is like 40 minutes cycling on the scary roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penat babe. my thighs feel so hot, macam kluar api like that! and the roads with big big buses just doesnt work with a clumsy and sotong me lah. imagine, me cycling like a snake, all wobbly when a bus wheezes by me. and my hubby behind me shouting "scared right cheng!" followed by loud evil laughter. kencing manis i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love leisure cycling. you know, like cycle and enjoy the breeze and view. but not distance cycling! so now, i dont quite fancy cycling. oh yes, much to my hubby's dismay, which i compensated with the stepper, my second worst enemy turned best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, help me decide:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick boxing or step aerobics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant decide leh, both is soo tempting. i'm soo semangat to exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recognise that this is an achivement for a weakling like me (excersise is not in my dictionary, by the way), so applaud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-6935698929132355670?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/6935698929132355670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=6935698929132355670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6935698929132355670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6935698929132355670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/fat-happens.html' title='fat happens ^_^'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4753553984762745510</id><published>2007-02-08T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:27:17.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long one</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;actually, there was something to blog about yesterday. but i totally forgot about it, and my hubby reminded me abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, my hubby LOVES laughing at me. so he kept on bugging me to post an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about how blur like sotong i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, i did the mad dash down 13th floor quite slowly, so i ended up making my hubby wait in his car for quite a while, and that irked him. i was bout 5 minutes late, i entered the car, and he started his ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to hear him rant. he will ask me why i'm late. and after listening to my answer, he'll still ask me why. and why. and why. repeat process 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to stop him, i told him "it's the first time after dunno how long that i'm late. so will you please shut it? i'll be on time tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that didnt please him a bit, and i think bruised his ego a little bit. but he stopped ranting anyway, and we were back to having proper conversations. we stopped by my mom's place for dinner and about 10pm, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking at the carpark at my mom's home, i was busy looking out for cockroaches while heading towards his car. i quickly reached the car and opened the door. but it's locked. i looked over to the driver side, but saw that my hubby was not there. i looked back, still not there. i looked front, there he was, stopped walking with a huge grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. wrong car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bursted out laughing and called me a stoopid to-cheng. well i laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being laughed at by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ok to-cheng is actually what his nephew uses instead of kucing. we find it so cute and we are calling each other 'to-cheng' or 'o-cheng' or just 'cheng' for quite a while now. LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we reached the multi storey carpark at our home, i almost went down the wrong staircase to reach home. not that that particular staircase will not lead me home, but it's just a long long way home from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got laughed at, again. kwakwakwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how blur i was on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite comical, i wished my life was on a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late AGAIN on the mad dash. but i was only 2 minutes late, and my hubby started his ranting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh i dont want to wait so long by the roadside, so i want to be on time. too bad lah you reached first. i was only 2 minutes late what.&lt;br /&gt;him: but why are you late? why can't you come out 2 minutes earlier?&lt;br /&gt;me: wei, i already said i want to be ON TIME right.&lt;br /&gt;him: why? why can't you wait for me for 2 minutes? why must i wait for you for 2 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[he has an issue with my constant lateness la. i can never be on time when i was in my previous job. and that was about 4 years of waiting for me. hehe.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few shouts, sacarsm and silence later we were back to normal. or at least i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a toyota with the plate [SGS] and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh, plate SGR come out already isit!&lt;br /&gt;him: yah, how you know, smart ah you.&lt;br /&gt;me: i saw that car plate is SGS what.&lt;br /&gt;him: oh, why so observant today? after shouting become observant isit? if not, i drive wrong route, go wrong carpark or take different car also you dont know. have you blogged about how you opened the wrong car yesterday? wahkhakha.&lt;br /&gt;me: *rolls eyes* are you being sarcastic or what.&lt;br /&gt;him: you know, if you go for an interview, and was late, and asked why were you late, your answer will be "oh, i dont want to stand by the door, that's why i'm late" hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;me: please. only someone like you will give an answer like that.&lt;br /&gt;him: but that's what you just told me, cheng! wahahkahaka.&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm being honest to you ok. i dont want to lie. i can always say i was held up in the toilet or what. but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but then, if you went for an interview, and got rejected because your qualifications doesnt meet the criteria, you'd say "why? why doesnt it meet the criteria?" "oh that's because your qualification is not related to the job" "why is it not related to the job?" why do you love asking why-s? i think your middle name is why. i shall call you why-cheng from now. wakhakhakha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached our carpark and i wanted to go 7-11 to buy something for dinner. i wasnt in the mood to cook, so i wanted to get something instant. i asked my hubby what he wants to eat for dinner. he said he doesnt want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;member merajok!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went home and my hubby sat down in front of the tv straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i whipped up nasi goreng ikan bilis for him, and presented him with this on our coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029009543041273506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcqhiNkGTqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4kQm2mvzW20/s320/goreng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the big smile i got on his face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-4753553984762745510?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4753553984762745510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4753553984762745510' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4753553984762745510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4753553984762745510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-one.html' title='long one'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcqhiNkGTqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4kQm2mvzW20/s72-c/goreng.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1691886657176452074</id><published>2007-02-07T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:49:34.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t w i s t e d</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i've just played text twist online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E F O S R C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – three letter words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – four letter words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – five letter words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed COE as one of the three letter words, and got "sorry that's not one of the listed words".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. my brain is soo singaporean! i stopped playing after COE was rejected as an answer. how can they not have COE in the list! how can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can try guessing if you want. then i'll give you the correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: the chocolate donut was delicious. yum yum.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1691886657176452074?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1691886657176452074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1691886657176452074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1691886657176452074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1691886657176452074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/t-w-i-s-t-e-d.html' title='t w i s t e d'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1815823377267682625</id><published>2007-02-07T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:57:40.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buzy bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i had my hands full this whole morning and partially in the afternoon. it's a refreshing change, got my brains to work slightly hard today, had some adrenaline passing my body for a while. heh. been a long time since i had that feeling ever since i quitted my last job last december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i not been kept occupied today, i think my brain would have turned mouldy, like expired bread like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so much for the hype on the hate mail i received. buat bodoh sudah lah. i received another one in response to my earlier post, really hysterical macam orang gila, but what the heck, i've already classified his/her email as junk in my email box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i'm free! nothing to blog about today except for erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather. have you noticed how HOT it gets in the afternoon during lunch hour? i say man, it's such a chore to walk outside in the HOT HOT sun just to get some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, nothing else for now. today is a boring day lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. you know, i suspect my hunger has got to do with the damn cold aircon which my nose is rght under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to the bakery to get myself a donut or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thoughts, maybe i should just take a walk downstairs, and pay my bills or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause to think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok make that a chocolate donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1815823377267682625?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1815823377267682625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1815823377267682625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1815823377267682625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1815823377267682625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprisingly-i-had-my-hands-full-this.html' title='buzy bug'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1875703663515628535</id><published>2007-02-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:52:34.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr...</title><content type='html'>i'm cracking my brains on what to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is very un-interesting you know, have to crack brains to think of what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this post is for &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, the person who emailed me telling me how I write to please my readers, how fake my entries are and how much a drama queen i am. yes &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, the coward who sent me that email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, actually, there's some truth in that email. i AM pretty dramatic. all my expressions are very animated. that's y my husband loves me, and my picture got printed on the front page of the new paper (hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, &lt;em&gt;you jackass&lt;/em&gt;, if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; had been following my blog for the past dunno how many years, following me when i changed my blog addie dunno how many times (actually only thrice. heh.), &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; would have realised that i used to be known as drama queen in my ex-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that explains why I like the drama in &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's up with you, not happy with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? do i know you? or are u just plain jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah liao. dah takda kerja kapa? i'm very very very very (repeat 10 more times) sure i dont have my email add listed in this blog of mine. why oh why do you go to the extend of finding out what my email address is just to send me one lame email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i dont even know why i BOTHER explaining things to you. this is &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; blog, i do what&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; like and i write in whatever style &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;/strong&gt;want. i write for myself, not for people. i dont even care if nobody reads this blog. you dont like, you dont read lah. these things dont affect me. i didnt point a gun and threaten "read or i'll shoot", or did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the first time i receive a hate mail. gila eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apasal ni, prangai macam budak kecik. &lt;em&gt;lu&lt;/em&gt; blom tau, kakak ipar gua tu gangster tau. nanti dia hung &lt;em&gt;lu&lt;/em&gt; baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to give &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; the credit lah, &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; email made my day. i almost rolled on the floor laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've just spoilt &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt; by telling you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwakwakwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1875703663515628535?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1875703663515628535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1875703663515628535' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1875703663515628535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1875703663515628535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/errr.html' title='errr...'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1255637653082357130</id><published>2007-02-05T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:09:45.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many many things</title><content type='html'>whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished clearing all my the junk emails. what's with the "increase your s/e/x life" "suffering from s/e/x disorders" "increase your size"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having no problems in my s/e/x life, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not pregnant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. i suspect the heavy munching has got to do with either boredom, or PMS, or maybe both. this morning, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; snacked at all, cos i was too busy to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;hums to self: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;donotmunch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;donotmunch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;donotmunch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;donotmunch&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me keep myself busy, shall i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an update: my hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go the first coaching of the girls after all. well, not exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DIDNT&lt;/span&gt; go, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;COULDNT&lt;/span&gt; go cos he was at work *insert evil grin here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was great, as usual. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; update about the happenings instantly because i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;-less at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still waiting for THOSE people to activate my telephone and broadband connection. so much for being a staff, all my things i get LAST! so sad to say, this blog will have to be 5 day week blog till further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, where was i? yes, the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my new neighbour for the first time! the house next to mine has been unoccupied since last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; when we shifted in, so we were quite lonely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. the other neighbours not so friendly and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; meet much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, while i was alone at home, busy cleaning the house, looking my worst, not bathed yet, sneezing and coughing, my new neighbour came to my gate and said hello! She introduced herself to me and I did the same, we chatted for a bit and then asked if she could come in and take a look at my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! lucky thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just finished cleaning the living room! so i only limited her to the living and dining area cos the rooms are still way to messy for viewing. i found out that she'll be living just with her hubby next door, and they are very family oriented, just like us. very good. looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to live happily ever after with my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope her renovators do her house quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after she left, 2 more couples came to my home, thinking that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcasCdkGTnI/AAAAAAAAADs/6IRJaOazUm4/s1600-h/SP_A0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s still open for viewing. they said it was still posted up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;HDB&lt;/span&gt; website that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;showflat&lt;/span&gt; is open for viewing. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; open the gate, i pretended to be a maid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; unfriendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, i was busy, sweaty and smelly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;HDB&lt;/span&gt; to put a note at their website that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;showflat&lt;/span&gt; is CLOSED for viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, you know, i attempted to upload my belated home pictures and multiply died on me thrice!! I finally got it up. for those who missed my housewarming, click to view. sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, last year no time to do all these. basically, last year, NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ayshafarez.multiply.com/photos/album/9"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027896055589916306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rcas0tkGTpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rbxsJoHEv90/s320/SP_A0276-2.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, are the LIONS good or what! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;, we were ecstatic when they won man. we caught the game at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ana's&lt;/span&gt; house and ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. it was good entertainment with good food. i tell you the crowd at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ana's&lt;/span&gt; house cheered like mad when the LIONS scored and when the referee blew the final whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done LIONS!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually they should have made today a public holiday to celebrate the victory. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; wake up on time today you know, woke up at 7.18 am, hell almost broke lose, i almost broke my ankle in my rush to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; clumsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1255637653082357130?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1255637653082357130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1255637653082357130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1255637653082357130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1255637653082357130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/many-many-things.html' title='many many things'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rcas0tkGTpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rbxsJoHEv90/s72-c/SP_A0276-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1966645221265420363</id><published>2007-02-02T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:30:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on standby</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;wait se-minit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. safe to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, usually if i blog at this hour, i'll get that scary call from hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually at this hour, i'll be on standby to leave my office. laptop switched off, kept my essentials in my bag, my drawers locked and my confidential documents all safe under lock and key, i'll just wait for my hubby to call and i'll make a mad dash down 13 floors, where he'll be by the roadside, waiting for me. i have to be quick, because cars are not suppose to wait where he picks me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i'm late, he'll rant, he'll sulk. just like a spoilt GIRL. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago, i was already waiting for his call. but none came. called him, no answer. so now, my laptop is back on my desk, and i'm munching on prunes (again!) and i'm SOO not ready for the mad dash and if he calls now, i'll just forget to take my things and lock up the necessary, then realise that i forgot my hp/wallet/card and have to go up again, and worst, be subjected to his nagging all the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finish work at 5.30 pm today leh! i'm gonna give my hubby till 6.20 pm to call me. i think he's still busy coaching his boys for the soccer tournament this tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about coaching soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very enthusiatic about his coaching thingy, but something just doesnt seem so right when he got a call to coach the GIRL's team of n/o/v/a c/e/r/t/e/z/a. i dont know lah, not that i dont trust my hubby.. but stillllllllll.. daunting tau! he'll be surrounded by at least 11 females!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye lah, bukan laki aku tu pun handsome sangat (but he's still ubber HOT to me. LOL), now that he's not shaven his face for sometime, he looks lagi tak handsome. very the eyesore you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll just let him do the coaching if he still wants to do it. i did tell him that i'm uncomfortable to have 11 females running and jumping around (in shorts! kalau pakai track pants tu lain cerita.) but if he wants to go ahead, by all means. I'll just make friendly appearances &lt;s&gt;once in a while&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;everytime&lt;/s&gt; anytime during the training to chop him as TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwakwakwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my hubby still hasnt called me. should i wait somemore, or get myself on the train back home? aiyoh, i dont like the peak hour rush lah.. very the fening lalat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall patiently wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1966645221265420363?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1966645221265420363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1966645221265420363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1966645221265420363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1966645221265420363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-standby.html' title='on standby'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8246119308738373060</id><published>2007-02-02T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:50:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*grrrrrrrrrrowl*</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; that's not me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my stomach hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm snacking like crazy from day 1 i started work here. it scared the shit out of me, so, 2 days ago i switched to healthy snacking. i brought prunes to munch on. and i drank lots of plain water to curb my sweet cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only take fruits for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only indulge during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my taste buds are testing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues have set an 'arnold's lunch' this coming monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a hungry ghost currently residing at my cubicle that is causing my eating dis-order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help! i can't stop eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-8246119308738373060?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8246119308738373060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8246119308738373060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8246119308738373060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8246119308738373060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/02/grrrrrrrrrrowl.html' title='*grrrrrrrrrrowl*'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4215259474169538104</id><published>2007-02-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:38:33.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear us roar - part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we went to the stadium again to catch the match against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thailand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcLWJ9kGTjI/AAAAAAAAADE/jHDvUYZUYDE/s1600-h/IMGP1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026815600732032562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcLWJ9kGTjI/AAAAAAAAADE/jHDvUYZUYDE/s400/IMGP1573.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my sis straight from office, ecstatic at our new found stardom in my hubby's family. i was acting up a bit you know, like a mini celebrity like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the fun of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me and my sister and my brother (in red) by the way. picture courtesy of &lt;a href="http://scinortcele.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fafad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. check out his blog for more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game was a blast. although the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; like that of the game against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, we really enjoyed ourselves jeering at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thais&lt;/span&gt; for showcasing terrible sportsmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers to the lions for the 2-1 win. hopefully they'll bring back the cup on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never really been passionate about local football. i think s league is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, because my face appeared on the front page of the new paper ah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; enthusiastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;). and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad to be part of one of the last matches to be played at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt; stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;center&gt;now this is my favourite picture, taken during the game against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026816051703598658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcLWkNkGTkI/AAAAAAAAADM/RoI5oRYgO3Y/s400/raincoat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;centre&gt;&lt;center&gt;i think it's nice, raincoat and all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. credits to &lt;a href="http://farzanazim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i know once upon a time, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dontanyhowsay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;borned&lt;/span&gt;, i wanted to be anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sue me if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like my face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lor&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/22205223-4215259474169538104?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4215259474169538104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4215259474169538104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4215259474169538104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4215259474169538104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/hear-us-roar-part-ii.html' title='hear us roar - part II'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RcLWJ9kGTjI/AAAAAAAAADE/jHDvUYZUYDE/s72-c/IMGP1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-3660869246466387166</id><published>2007-01-31T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:04:34.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pssst... tell u a secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;ok here i go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever mentioned how political my office is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SO hate office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first started work, there were a few people on leave, so i didnt get to meet all of the people in my department. my department is a relatively small department in this huge organisation because it's a newly set up department - just a baby. when i say small, i mean about 25 people max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, these few people whom i didnt meet on my first day, i met them when they came back to work. most of them introduced themselves to me, on their own - except for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one helluva b****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go on, did i mention that i'm the only non-chinese in my department? not that it's an issue for me, to me, it's always easier to work with a majority chinese population. but i suspect this b**** is a little colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this person, yes, she is my senior, but not my direct supervisor or anything. to make it clear, i get along with almost all the managers in my department except for this particular person. let's call her S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now S, she came back from her leave, she knew there is a new face in the department, yet when she saw me, she pretended i was see-through. i smiled and she gave me a 'top to toe' look and she buat bodoh. like wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i in turn gave her a 'nak kena tampar?' look whenever i bumped into her. she of course will just look through me, like as if i'm some kind of spirit passing by. 2 weeks into work, and i learnt to treat her as invisible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like literally invisible. i pressed the 'close' button on the lift even tho i saw her running towards it. the feeling was aah. heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm normally not evil like that, but if you step on my toes, then i'll step on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so the reason for this post is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in fact, just a few minutes ago, S finally SAW me lah!! she said "excuse me dearie" in her sweetest voice. how strange is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have looked extra pretty today for her to acknowledge me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, i still dont like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a single bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-3660869246466387166?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/3660869246466387166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=3660869246466387166' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3660869246466387166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3660869246466387166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/pssst-tell-u-secret.html' title='pssst... tell u a secret.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2103201075325786385</id><published>2007-01-31T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:14:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l u x u r y</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; i blogged on monday, i blogged on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i blog today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of regular blogging is scaring me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, squeezing in ONE post in a month is already a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting a bit too luxurious this year aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2103201075325786385?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2103201075325786385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2103201075325786385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2103201075325786385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2103201075325786385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/l-u-x-u-r-y.html' title='l u x u r y'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-1411221000928400640</id><published>2007-01-30T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:37:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go a-shuffling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb6uv7cUDJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X7KhPukaGOs/s1600-h/ipodshuffle_product_050111_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025646372625583250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb6uv7cUDJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X7KhPukaGOs/s400/ipodshuffle_product_050111_125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ana, guess who has an iPOD shuffle now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, you still win - you got it FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it at staff rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we can go ipod shuffling together-gether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although seriously, i don’t really see a need for this. my hubby drives me all the time, and i listen to the player in his car all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i think i just bought it to satisfy my spending itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i always believe that the thrill in earning money is when you spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that explains why, half the time, i’m always broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this teenie weenie expenditure on the iPOD shuffle will not cause me to go bankrupt lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-1411221000928400640?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/1411221000928400640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=1411221000928400640' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1411221000928400640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/1411221000928400640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-go-shuffling.html' title='let&apos;s go a-shuffling'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb6uv7cUDJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X7KhPukaGOs/s72-c/ipodshuffle_product_050111_125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2459030196929821971</id><published>2007-01-29T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:43:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear us ROAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, where were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1XAbcUDCI/AAAAAAAAABk/-XAaNt6N6ac/s1600-h/ticket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025268424093469730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="333" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1XAbcUDCI/AAAAAAAAABk/-XAaNt6N6ac/s400/ticket.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025269429115817042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1X67cUDFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3zW8ZDzE1qc/s400/field.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;all of us, - my sisters and bro, my hubby – sisters and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all geared up to ROAR for aingapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were among the 55,000 fans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025269433410784354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1X7LcUDGI/AAAAAAAAACE/wFzEMftXYQI/s400/fans.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did the kallang ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;we did the kallang WAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1XUrcUDEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uBja7qy29Ks/s1600-h/fans.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1XUrcUDDI/AAAAAAAAABs/tOrbHxzLIQc/s1600-h/field.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cheered. and we jeered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was magical. the game ended victorious for singapore – not a wasted trip at all. we came home with sore throats, but with great memories because it was a first appearance for me and my siblings to watch a soccer match at the kallang stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do you know what was the icing on the cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my hubby’s cousin gave him a wake up call at 6.30 am just to tell him this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of this, i got my hubby to scram out of bed at 6.30 am to get me this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the 55,000 fans that turned up at the stadium, our lucky faces got published on the front page of the new paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we are, the faces of The New Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025270309584112754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1YuLcUDHI/AAAAAAAAACM/YJgBzUjA_3Q/s400/full.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025270313879080066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1YubcUDII/AAAAAAAAACU/3lX9aYgUQy4/s400/zoom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, how many of you can say that you were once on the front page of the new paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2459030196929821971?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2459030196929821971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2459030196929821971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2459030196929821971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2459030196929821971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-us-roar.html' title='hear us ROAR'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Rb1XAbcUDCI/AAAAAAAAABk/-XAaNt6N6ac/s72-c/ticket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-3530142447539568472</id><published>2007-01-26T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:34:27.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when january ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; seems to be passing very very slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-3530142447539568472?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/3530142447539568472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=3530142447539568472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3530142447539568472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3530142447539568472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/wake-me-up-when-january-ends.html' title='wake me up when january ends'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-3593310793553904856</id><published>2007-01-25T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:51:41.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oil the rusty brain</title><content type='html'>yesterday night i had a refreshing meet up with 2 of my ex-colleagues-turn&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RbgYIrcUDBI/AAAAAAAAABU/AJNyYb_B73o/s1600-h/table-thumbnail2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023791921711287314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RbgYIrcUDBI/AAAAAAAAABU/AJNyYb_B73o/s400/table-thumbnail2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed-friends. we met up at "&lt;a href="http://www.flavorsbynirvana.com/"&gt;flavours - indian bistro and chai bar&lt;/a&gt;" at city hall, had a long dinner and caught up on old times. we call this once-in-a-while meetups "gossip sessions", with AP as "gossip king", JM as "gossip queen" and me as "amatuer gossiper". yes, i'm innocent like that, only new in this trade. the only person missing was K also known as "chief gossipmonger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AP and JM were great company last night. these people are friends whom i appreaciate so much, they were there to listen to my problems and advise, and even if i'm stubborn and not listen to their advise, they'd back me up all the way. sometimes, it's hard to keep up, with life so fast and so little time to squeeze in for small gossip sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 2 were more interested in my job than anything else! and oh how they joked about my brain turning rusty because i'm shaking legs too much - just because i got lost while looking for the venue, they labled me rusty!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the aftermath of yesterday's session? 3 full stomachs and 3 hearts full of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today, my oh my. to top the rusty brain of mine is a sleepy head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how much worst can it get - i have a 35 page contract to review and it's due today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023791646833380354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RbgX4rcUDAI/AAAAAAAAABM/5QhU96U7KTk/s400/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*screams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no choice. got to get my sleepy head up and the rusty brain working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flavorsbynirvana.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-3593310793553904856?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/3593310793553904856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=3593310793553904856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3593310793553904856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3593310793553904856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/oil-rusty-brain.html' title='oil the rusty brain'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/RbgYIrcUDBI/AAAAAAAAABU/AJNyYb_B73o/s72-c/table-thumbnail2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-2646049282513556624</id><published>2007-01-24T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:54:06.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typically</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;a typical morning begins like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 am *sound of alarm clock*&lt;br /&gt;me: *nudge him* &lt;br /&gt;me:  switch it off please&lt;br /&gt;him: *press a few buttons on clock and nudge me* &lt;br /&gt;him: wake up&lt;br /&gt;me: *croaks* 5 mins. you wake up&lt;br /&gt;him: *puts arm over me*&lt;br /&gt;him: ok *sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour later my hp alarm rings&lt;br /&gt;me:*reached for hp, eyes still closed, press hp to stop alarm*&lt;br /&gt;him: wake up&lt;br /&gt;me: ok. *falls back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *opens eyes, looks at clock* 6.53 am&lt;br /&gt;me: WAKE UP!!! *tripped over pillow while scrambling to bathroom*&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm clumsy like that.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical  night is like this: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm on the couch, watching television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: what's this on your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;me: silence *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;him:what's this on your arms?&lt;br /&gt;me: silence *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;him: what are these? are these your thighs?!!&lt;br /&gt;me: OI! don't like don't touch lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eerie silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *working my butts off on the stepper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;yes, my hubby is irritating like that.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know what's the point of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(perhaps to prove the point that i am super duper free)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-2646049282513556624?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/2646049282513556624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=2646049282513556624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2646049282513556624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/2646049282513556624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/typically.html' title='typically'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-6123107296431170607</id><published>2007-01-19T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:28:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of tears and boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; yeay! finally can go back home. today was painfully long. i hope it's because my supervisor is outstationed. hopefully, when she comes back on monday, i'll have a plenty to fill my days with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a handful to do last week, but all that are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to complain too soon yet, but at the rate things are going here, i'll probably grow fat and have babies before the work starts to pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. don't know whether to be thankful or to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time when i had too much work, i wished i had a 'shaking legs' job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shook legs, and wished the sky would suddenly drop on MY workstation, at least that would keep me busy clearing things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali tomorrow the sky really drop ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(luckily it's a weekend tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!! *runs off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-6123107296431170607?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/6123107296431170607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=6123107296431170607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6123107296431170607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/6123107296431170607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-tears-and-boredom.html' title='of tears and boredom'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-4112574361150910315</id><published>2007-01-18T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:44:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad about work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part about starting in a brand new job, in a brand new department, in a brand new position is.. there's no backlog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when i'm done with my task, means i'm done. that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because i'm done with my task, i've decided to give a preview of where i work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021195506606672882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Ra7etbcUC_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oTsZrufeCDs/s400/Img7320268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021195502311705570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Ra7etLcUC-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4G8bS-Omm5c/s400/worktop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kwa kwa kwa. too free lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-4112574361150910315?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/4112574361150910315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=4112574361150910315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4112574361150910315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/4112574361150910315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/mad-about-work_18.html' title='mad about work'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKbkdIu0cVo/Ra7etbcUC_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oTsZrufeCDs/s72-c/Img7320268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7568479131275323655</id><published>2007-01-18T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:20:30.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;working in a big organisation means there're lots and lots and lots of people in your office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear a lot of conversation in the morning. somehow, when i can't help but eavesdrop, i'll give a mean chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingerie is prounounced as laun-zhuh-rey, not ling-er-ree, you twit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7568479131275323655?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7568479131275323655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7568479131275323655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7568479131275323655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7568479131275323655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/morning-conversation.html' title='morning conversation'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-7890909755937227587</id><published>2007-01-17T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:21:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i realised i FORGOT a number of things already, and it's a bad start for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a start, i missed WATS bday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so lousy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lousy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-7890909755937227587?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/7890909755937227587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=7890909755937227587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7890909755937227587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/7890909755937227587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/realisation.html' title='realisation'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-8956784753365999174</id><published>2007-01-17T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:21:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;You know there's this dangerous thing called emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my hubby drove me to work and as usual we tuned in to class 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all songs, they played Hoobastank's The Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this dangerous thing in me – this emotion thingy – got all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th June 2005, 2 days before my wedding, while I was busy working on a slideshow for our wedding dinner using my then fiancé (now hubby) laptop, I got a call from him, directing me to open a file stored in the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He directed me to this song, and told me that this song is dedicated to me, because he wants me to know how he feels before we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hanged up the phone and I listened to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most meaningful thing he did to me, ever. We didn't have an easy relationship back then, so this song really struck a chord in my heart - which resulted in buckets full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I continue learning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;that I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to change who I used to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's something I must live with everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all the pain I put you through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and be the one who catches all your tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why I need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a resaon for me&lt;br /&gt;to change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;and so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;that I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;to change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a side of me you didn't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a reason for all that I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this song brought me back to that day. I don't know how to describe my feelings. But looking back at how far we've come to, I'm proud of what my hubby has done for me. Apart from slight hiccups through our married life, we’re doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, dear allah, I'm thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-8956784753365999174?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/8956784753365999174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=8956784753365999174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8956784753365999174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/8956784753365999174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/reason.html' title='the reason'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-3406681875815556158</id><published>2007-01-11T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:36:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*blows dust off blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, i didn't change my blog address because i wanted to run away from something, but because my address has been hijacked!! so, dontanyhowsay is now defunct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been ages since i've updated this space of mine, but that's because i am undergoing several changes in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the better? i don't really know. but i certainly hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw myself in a couple of major changes in 2006. first was getting a brand new car, then living on my own and finally, finally, quitting my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just amazing how fast time flew. just 4 weeks ago, i was having two weeks break after resigning from my job, and wanting to do all the things i missed out on while i was in my previous job. like make a trip to sungei buloh and the zoo to keep in touch with my love for nature. like going to the beach and the swimming pool. but the weather was not behaving at all and i ended up HOMED most of the time. so yeah, that 2 weeks break, almost wasted. but i did manage to swim ONCE. and kept in touch with nature by killing cockroaches. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i started with a brand new job, doing brand new things – though my current job doesn't deviate from the legal line, i’m no longer doing litigation. so far, things looks good - good perks, nice colleagues, nice boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expected myself to be in a major competitive company and be part of the media industry. for now, i'm still grappling with the media lingos. the work load is slowly piling – but yes, definitely better than where i was from previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to expect in year 2007. all the things which happened in year 2006 wasn't what i had expected, and am definitely thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully more opportunities will come a knocking this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, if things goes well with my job, perhaps a brand new addition into the family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this time i mean a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don’t get excited, I’m NOT pregnant yet. heh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-3406681875815556158?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/3406681875815556158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=3406681875815556158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3406681875815556158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/3406681875815556158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2007/01/blows-dust-of-blog-cough-cough-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-116668492996300336</id><published>2006-12-21T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:08:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freeee!!!</title><content type='html'>last friday, i said my goodbyes to my workstation, loyal to me for the past 4 years (with upgrades).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday i had to make a friendly appearance in the office for some handing over of files and  i was greeted with "oi u last friday ORD, so fast reservist ah?" tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am free. for the next 2 weeks, no monday blues, no morning rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me waking up at 10 am, staring at PS2 for 2 solid hours every morning. yes, tak berus gigi pun takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh. don't jealous hor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-116668492996300336?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/116668492996300336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=116668492996300336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116668492996300336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116668492996300336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/12/freeee.html' title='freeee!!!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-116546161581543187</id><published>2006-12-07T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:21:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spank me. please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;what have i done??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i've just made an online purchase of a skirt for US$54.95.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;gasps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-116546161581543187?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/116546161581543187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=116546161581543187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116546161581543187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116546161581543187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/12/spank-me-please.html' title='spank me. please.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-116359281900496775</id><published>2006-11-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:15:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;work has kept me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wll be kept busy, clearing all my work because i have finally done it. I finally resigned from my job. and now i just cant stop counting down to my last day - i simply cannot wait to taste the freedom that awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eid mubarak&lt;/em&gt; you all. enjoy what's left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear with my silence for the next 1 month. swim with me through my final lap. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-116359281900496775?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/116359281900496775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=116359281900496775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116359281900496775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116359281900496775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/11/final-lap.html' title='final lap'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-116104910383440064</id><published>2006-10-17T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:38:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mountains</title><content type='html'>this month has proven just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a bed of roses to live on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, living on your own comes with the extra privacy. and everything else in extras as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. extra expenses.&lt;br /&gt;2. extra housework&lt;br /&gt;3. extra arguments (over housework)&lt;br /&gt;4. extra arm aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is to name the least. the only thing we don't get is – extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/j0236407.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/400/j0236407.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over the past weeks, i have been busy attending interviews, in an attempt to jump ship – the sooner the better. and this month being the fasting month, we see ourselves going from one house to another for break fast. not because i'm lazy to cook, but because there's simply not enough time. i've requested from my boss to come in at 8 am and leave at 5 p.m. so that i have enough time for iftar, but so far, i've only cooked thrice during the fasting month. that too, very simple dishes. because there's no time to whip up those drooling dishes. weekends? let's not even talk about it. we're hardly at home and the only thing i get to do during the weekends are washing the dishes and hanging the laundry – and that's where the problem lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i see new sceneries developing in my house. i see man-made mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/j0365268.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/400/j0365268.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could have been nice, but the problem is – the mountain is IN my house and it's made of clothes! last weekend, after a (successful) stint of baking festive cookies, i woke up early on a sunday to clear the mountain (while my husband slept. grrrr). it took me a freakin hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eid is approaching fast. i don't really want ramadhan to end yet, because i still wanna fulfill my duties as a muslim and take advantage of the holy month. also because i've got tonnes &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/j0296916.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/400/j0296916.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to dust, mirrors to wipe, floors to mop, bedsheet to change, curtains to hang, toilets to clean. i wish i have my mummy's magical powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i know that we'll manage. because i have a darling husband who loves me many many and will help me many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first i have to stop my husband from biting his nails. that man has been scattering my house with his nails – you litterbug you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-116104910383440064?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/116104910383440064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=116104910383440064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116104910383440064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/116104910383440064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/10/mountains.html' title='mountains'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115932015696582472</id><published>2006-09-27T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:36:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, me and my hubby digged into our DVD collection and decided to watch "The Road to Guantanamo" (i wanted to watch &lt;em&gt;Krish&lt;/em&gt; actually, but i was having really bad stomach cramps and not in the mood for Hrithik. heh). the movie is excellent. gruesome and sad, but at the same time it made me feel so much love for my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have time, catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/guantanamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/guantanamo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The road to Guantanamo is the terrifying first hand account of three British Citizens who were held for two yers without charges in the American military prison at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Known as the "Tipton Three" in reference to their home town in Britain, the three were eventually returned to Britain and released, still having had no formal charges ever made against them at any time during their ordeal. The film has already engendered significant controversy due to its critical stance towards the American and British Goverments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part documentary, part dramatization, the film chronicles the sequence of events that led from the trio setting out from Tipton in the British Midlands for a wedding in Pakistan, to their crossing the Afghanistan border just as the U.S. began their invasion, to their eventural capture by the Northern Alliance and their imprisonment in Camp X-Ray and later at Camp Delta in Guantenamo." - taken from &lt;a href="http://www.roadtoguantanamomovie.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop me a note if you'd like to borrow my dvd. but must return &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115932015696582472?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115932015696582472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115932015696582472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115932015696582472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115932015696582472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-must-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115901915571806138</id><published>2006-09-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:51:04.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was just me switching on my blogging mode. lately, i felt obliged to blog simply because of the blog's existence. and i tried to squeeze an entry or 2 during lunch hour. but i didnt have it published because the entries were all so rushed, and i sounded crazy. or mad. or daft. or screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've already gone &lt;em&gt;paagal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now at my mom's place enjoying the internet connection. i dont have internet connection at my new home yet. although we just bought a spanking new computer. we're waiting for great freebies which will come with the internet connection. like a digicam. or a laptop. or a HPiPAQ. or 1 year free M.A.C products. or a lifetime supply of bobbi brown's gel eyeliner (expensive you know, 35 bucks for a tiny bottle!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that explains why i tried to rush my entries during lunch, because i can't blog at home after work. sometimes, when i remember about my lunch time, i'll stop work and do something else. but that will last only 10 mins and my eyes will be back at my working files. most of the time i hate work. but my boss has been really sweet to me lately. i've requested to leave early during the fasting month and he said no problem. he said i can even work from hom. eactually, he's been really sweet to me all the while. it's just that sometimes, his demands are just absurd (like coming back on a sunday, yes i'm still sore abt that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, maybe it's just time i take things slow a little bit. i do feel that i dont have enough time to do the things i want. but i suppose that's because i spent too much time at work. sometimes i fear that without my presence, the office just cannot function. my boss calls me his right hand. he introduces me to his clients as his right hand. he said i get the office going. all these words make me feel that he has certain expectations of me. so i can't help but feel overwhelmed at my job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm still in charge of everything in the office, things are much better now because work is now properly delegated. i'm more focused on my litigation files but the rest of the staff will still have to update me on their stuff. i'm still the point of contact for my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know something? i didnt even plan to blog about work. damn. did i just waste like 7 minutes typing all that junk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life at my new home is really great. i dont cook everyday, but i make sure i cook at least once a week. most of the time, we'll tumpang my mom's or his mom's place for dinner. we have more privacy. and the best part, we can do anything, anywhere in the house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've also sorted our finances and most of our house purchases and renovation are fully paid for. we've decide on who pays for what in the house. there's only a small problem. my hubby has left the army and has started work in his late dad's office. things seem to be going fine for him. the thing is, i dont know how much he will earn. and he doesnt know how much his pay cheque will be either. we will only find out by the end of this month. the suspence is really killing me and right now, i'm budgeting like crazy. the major part of my salary i used to spend on shopping is now kept in my reserves. just in case his salary cannot sustain us like the way he used to. so i havent gone on a shopping spree. i almost went crazy when i followed my mom to &lt;em&gt;Gulati's&lt;/em&gt; @ jb to shop for fabric. we were there to get some fabric for eid this year. i managed to control myself and bought only ONE fabric that costed abt S$100.00. i've put my shopping disorder under temporary control. god i hope this last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i want is to be broke. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have more to blog about. but i have another small problem. my hubby is back from his tarawikh prayers and he's bugging me to drink red bull with him. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fasting you all, may this ramadhan be full of good tidings and may you receive Allah's blessings for all your good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hubby here wifey coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know, he just switched off the lights and the door and left me alone in the room to scare me out of the room. i better run now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115901915571806138?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115901915571806138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115901915571806138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115901915571806138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115901915571806138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/09/click.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115805897616106582</id><published>2006-09-12T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:02:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still exist lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all you sweet ppl for emailing me your concerns, all of which i only managed to read today. in reply to the most popular question - have i quit blogging - NO i havent. just a bit too busy these days to think abt my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent the last half hour blog hopping, and i couldnt leave any comments coz something's wrong with the browser. i cant be bothered to restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know where to start blogging. so many things to blog about. so many fantastic weekends. so many interesting housewarming gifts (i have 3 toasters. any takers?), so many cockroach stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe for a start, i'm still in my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the news for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental block lah. i'm still in office you know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115805897616106582?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115805897616106582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115805897616106582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115805897616106582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115805897616106582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-still-exist-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115562067816864214</id><published>2006-08-15T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:44:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse me, have you got no brains?</title><content type='html'>my days could have been perfect, if not for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend could have been perfect, if not for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe this, i had to go back to work on a f$%#*ng sunday! this is the first.&lt;br /&gt;and the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the work could have been done on a friday and perhaps it would just spill over to saturday morning. but noooo. friday the boss was MIA. because the firm organised a dinner for its clients on a f^%$^&amp;ng thursday, so friday was nursing hangover day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, conveniently, he called me on saturday at 12 noon from the office and asked if i could come in on sunday to work on Mr X file, which has to go for a court trial on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have said NO. but i didnt. i asked my hubby and the so smart hubby said OK. i did some mental calculations, if he had done some groundwork on saturday, then it wouldnt take so long on sunday, perhaps 3 hours at most. my boss told me i could have a day off on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came in at 1.20 pm on sunday, and i was there till 8 p.m. i reached home at 8.45 pm, i was upset and so was my hubby. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i have decided that, before i am taken advantaged of any further,  i am not going to work more than what i should be working for. i have decided, no more late nights in the office. no more being at your beck and call. NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am suppose to talk to my boss abt this today. but unfortunately, he just went MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just so shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115562067816864214?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115562067816864214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115562067816864214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115562067816864214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115562067816864214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/08/excuse-me-have-you-got-no-brains.html' title='excuse me, have you got no brains?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115433758555474840</id><published>2006-07-31T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:20:31.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warmed up.</title><content type='html'>round 1 of house warming done and over. i'm still stoned from cleaning the house, it's been a long long time since i was THIS tired. we didnt have much help, we did most of the cleaning all by ourselves. tired, but satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming weekend is round 2 of house warming. so guys, watch out for invites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i received an email from SBS transit informing me that my feedback is receiving attention. tell me, how long should i wait for their reply? 1 week? 1 day? 1 hr? 1 min? 1 sec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another, another note, i had 2 cockroach encounters at my house in ONE day. is that scary or scary?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another, another, another note, i'm tired lah babe. can i call 62353535 and request for delivery of a bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115433758555474840?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115433758555474840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115433758555474840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115433758555474840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115433758555474840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/07/warmed-up.html' title='warmed up.'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115388696324457310</id><published>2006-07-26T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:09:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout!</title><content type='html'>a new layout finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going through a bhangra addict phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balle balle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115388696324457310?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115388696324457310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115388696324457310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115388696324457310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115388696324457310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-layout.html' title='new layout!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115373320362243094</id><published>2006-07-24T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:26:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially shifted to my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first day i went to work from my new home. i chose another route and the journey was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painfully long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm gonna try another route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started to plan for my house warming, and i'm drawing up an invite list in which only people i like will be in. hehehehehee. you all better turn up hokay. you know why? let me give you 2 good reasons: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/ATT00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will definitely be a spread (in my gorgeous dining area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/ATT00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all sure wanna play on my mini foosball/hockey/table-tennis/pool table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now u all cant wait for my house warming right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready? get set? go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115373320362243094?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115373320362243094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115373320362243094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115373320362243094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115373320362243094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-officially-shifted-to-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115344529237910749</id><published>2006-07-21T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:35:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear SBS Transit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I boarded bus no 334 (SBS 309L) at 7.15 a.m. and sat right at the back of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I saw a cockroach, about 1 cm long, running across the window right beside me. I wanted to shift to another seat, but the bus was full and it's impossible for me to stand because of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of all sorts of cockroaches, no matter how small, even dead ones. However, in view of the crowded bus, I had to stay put and suppress a squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/fact_cockroach.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/fact_cockroach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kept a look out for the cockroach to make sure that it is a distance away from me. Adding to my horror, I saw 2 other cockroaches, slightly bigger than the first one, well camouflaged on the black rubber lining on the windows next to the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the 20 mins journey, I was keeping a lookout to make sure the cockroaches stay put where they are (thank God they stayed put). My journey was uncomfortable and it wasn't a very good start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time I have encountered a pest inside an SBS bus. The times that I saw a cockroach is only in the late evening and I assume it is just a stray cockroach, since it is without company. However, bearing in mind that the bus I took today was at 7.15 a.m. and that there are 3 cockroaches looking so settled in the bus, my question is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often does SBS clean and maintain their buses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted that most people do not abide by the "No eating and drinking" rule, but doesn't SBS ensure that the public buses are free from pests? How often does SBS conduct pest fumigation on their buses? Does SBS conduct checks on buses in the mornings and confirm that the bus is alright to start fetching passengers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, judging from the size of the cockroaches I saw, they are only babies. I'm pretty sure the bigger ones are hiding somewhere in the bus, mating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kindly revert to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, if there is a need to engage and pest control service, I will be glad to refer a pest control company which I am pretty confident will do the job well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;dontanyhowsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: did you know that a cockroach could live without it's head for up to one week??! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i submitted this letter to sbs transit this morning. if they dont reply, i'm going to write in to TODAY!! and TNP!! and complain MP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115344529237910749?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115344529237910749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115344529237910749' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115344529237910749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115344529237910749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-sbs-transit-today-i-boarded-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115311512829810049</id><published>2006-07-17T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:45:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't updated about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a very good excuse, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I collected the keys to my new home! so work&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is now in progress. For the past week, I've been spending most of my time at my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not worry about the renovation since it's a showflat but the packing and unpacking part is not my favourite. And I've got loads of mirrors to wipe. My husband has done most of the cleaning of the house cos he's clearing his leave, thank god for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to officially shift in by this weekend, and my housewarming should be done next week, insha allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I add more tasks to my hubby's "TO DO LIST".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, please suppress all your excitement and start thinking of my housewarming gift. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115311512829810049?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115311512829810049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115311512829810049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115311512829810049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115311512829810049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-i-havent-updated-about-my-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115200630042193235</id><published>2006-07-04T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:45:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/Australia-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/Australia-flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G'day mate, you alright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. i am back from my Australia trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is to announce just THAT, in case you thought I'm dead, or have moved again.&lt;br /&gt;More of my OZ trip later, because I'm freakin' tired and sooo jet lagged now. and i'm back in office. *big hippo yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: did anyone of you caught me on the Suria news?! i'm famous! *insert big wide grin here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115200630042193235?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115200630042193235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115200630042193235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115200630042193235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115200630042193235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/07/gday-mate-you-alright-hehehe_04.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115081568776494325</id><published>2006-06-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:01:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's now or never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my bday right? no points for guessing correctly what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent it slogging in the office till 7 p.m. last year, i was in the office till 8.30 p.m. it's very irritating, but i've gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my hubby has made it so special today. so special that if i delay this entry, it will not be special anymore. and more likely then not, if i dont do it now, i'll never do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm soo excited, surprised and happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expect anything from my husband today, cos he already got me a mobile phone 2 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he got me this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this simple sweet message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not another bag. this bag contained....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an osim uZAP!  thanks hubby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eh now come to think of it, THAT is a very smart way to imply that your wife is FAT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;basket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sometimes ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my husband just makes me speechless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but i love him still, fat or not. nyeh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s. thanks - wats, sangy, suzi and my SIL for the wishes. :) i'm a happy happy duck.&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/22205223-115081568776494325?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115081568776494325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115081568776494325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115081568776494325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115081568776494325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-now-or-never-today-is-my-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115077023957616684</id><published>2006-06-20T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:25:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish i may, wish i might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/4948477.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/4948477.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23 years ago, at 850hrs, a girl by the name of (insert my name here) was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 23rd bday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heartfelt thanks to all those who remembered and wished me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, thank you moochie, for wishing me at 850hrs. you made my day. you made me feel born again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115077023957616684?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115077023957616684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115077023957616684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115077023957616684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115077023957616684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-i-may-wish-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115034551647834862</id><published>2006-06-15T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:33:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/PS2_WinningEleven9_jap_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;soccer soccer go away come again another day. please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of being a world cup widow, i finally volunteered myself to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/PS2_WinningEleven9_jap_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/PS2_WinningEleven9_jap_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a game of winning eleven on PS2 with my husband. it was the only way i could get his attention. i picked an italian club (which is impossible to pronounce) and he chose a lousy club at my insistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was defeated 1-0. the game was difficult to play, i was so lost at which button was for what. my husband even got his goalkeeper to dribble the ball to the other side of the field and attempted a shot for a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was that lousy, and the best part was - i kept running after other players instead of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, please let the world cup end soon (don't end the world, just the world cup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going off to aus&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/BH_4210613_11_06_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/BH_4210613_11_06_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tralia for 10 days next friday. my hubby will be playing soccer there with his club NOVA CERTEZA. there's an article in the berita harian on this trip(click &lt;a href="http://cyberita.asia1.com.sg/singapura/story/0,3617,75856-1150149540,00.html?"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). nowadays, the malay language is so difficult, i couldn't understand half the article. my name is not in the article so what the heck (hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure if i can handle 10 days of soccer. i'm the only lady following and so the organiser have smartly (or so) put me in charge of making sandwiches and ensuring there are enough food all the time, i'm not sure if it's a good idea. because, if i'm bored i eat. and soccer makes me bored. so how can there ever be enough food if i keep on eating?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'll cross the bridge when i come to it i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115034551647834862?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115034551647834862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115034551647834862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115034551647834862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115034551647834862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-soccer-go-away-come-again.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-115019309485971104</id><published>2006-06-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:08:30.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are ONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our first wedding anniversary. It was so sweet I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him a card and got him a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly at 12 midnight, I interrupted the world cup kick off and insisted that he switch off the television, which he did, although he did try his luck by asking if tv could remain on with the sound off and got a glare from me. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I presented him with his card, and his gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/cardngift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pasted an ugly pic of him in the card. My moochie was so happy to see the contents of the card!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/cardinside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the gift was a cube with our pictures inside. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/cube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/hpbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the box is sooo sweet. But what's inside is even sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/l_d520_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is why I love my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by the time we finished with our hugs and kisses, germany already scored one goal, which kind of frustrated my husband a bit cos he missed it. heh. i like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway darling, my birthday is next week. So what's my bday gift sweetheart??!&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-115019309485971104?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/115019309485971104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=115019309485971104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115019309485971104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/115019309485971104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-one-yesterday-was-our-first.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114835062025823968</id><published>2006-05-23T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:17:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;obesity is the penalty for exceeding the feed limit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo happy my husband is back that i gained 1 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114835062025823968?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114835062025823968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114835062025823968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114835062025823968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114835062025823968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/05/obesity-is-penalty-for-exceeding-feed.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114814791951374150</id><published>2006-05-21T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:16:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you can't build a robot, be a robot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a long day yesterday. i brought 2 of my hubby's teenager cousins out, and we had a whale of time together. it was just simple pure girlish time together, i felt so youthful because they were so cheerful. we went swimming, came back to my house and played with make up in my room, went to coffee bean at jurong point, i took the mrt with them and my younger sister all the way to tampines just to take a neoprint, and finally sent them back home at bedok. it was quite a day and i just got home abt 3 hrs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby is coming back today. can you believe how fast time has passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to my husband plenty times over the last few days, and i was told that i can expect him back at home with me by 6 a.m. today. i am elated. and excited to see him again. and quite nervous too, cos he left me with a number of task to do while he was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i double checked the task list again just now, and yeap, i've done it all. but there's still this strange feeling in me that i have forgotten to do something. i spring cleaned my room last week and just now, i re-cleaned it again. i dont know why, i'm just extremely excited to see my hubby again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited that i even changed the bedsheets, at 12 midnight. you see, while i was at tampines earlier just now, i made a last minute purchase of a silk comforter set at metro. i've always wanted to get a proper comforter set for my room, the only one i had was the one used on my wedding day, which is made from silk bridal gown material. and the rest of my beddings were gifts. and the quilt i'm using belonged to my mum. i informed my hubby that we have to buy a set of our own, but we never got it done and it's already coming to a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just now, we passed by metro and there was a bedding sale, selling silk comforter set at seventy bucks, i decided to grab it. but it all came in dark colors, so i decided to take a little gamble and bought dark brown. i hate my room to be dark actually. when my hubby chose a wood based bedroom set, i immediately got my room painted lavender white so that i dont have to deal with a dark depressing room. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/SP_A0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i made my curtains transparent so that sunlight could come in to make it even brighter. so when i bought the dark brown comforter set, i almost regretted immediately because my room will look soooo ugly and dark. but i did a little experiment just now, and i think my room looks gorgeous now and my hubby is sure to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i seriously doubt it will look like this at 6 am after i have slept on it like a rolling pin. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i checked my hubby's wardrobe, looks good. i checked mine, it was a terrible mess. i tell you, i've been chucking things in there because i was too tired by the time i finished with my hubby's wardrobe. so i gave it a quick fix. that was when i came across my defunct nightgown and undergarments drawer. defunct because i totally forgot all about it because my things are everywhere in the wardrobe. so i put things right where they are suppose to be, and i tell u, my nightgowns and undergarments collection will do victoria secrets and blush! proud, and could last me for the whole year and even next. hahaha. some of the things i own, i dont even recall buying them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with my room, i scrubbed the bathroom clean again, for the 2nd time today. i topped up the toiletries, and gave the bathroom a bath with shokubutso so it would smell nice. i dont know why i do these things you know. i took an overall look at my room and the bathroom, feeling happy and contented that it's squeaky clean, when i noticed i had these &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/SP_A0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/SP_A0323.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A0323.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pile of things under my dressing table, and i cannot remember when i &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/SP_A0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chucked em there! i've already sorted out those, some of which are things i brought back from the office, some i have no clue of what they are, i threw em away. most of them are shopping bags, which alarmed me. i've never done THAT much shopping in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked my bank balance, ok, there're still monies in there. phew. it's terrible. i need some divine intervention to stop me from shopping again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the room is clean, i've set my alarm clock for the morning. i took a good look at my face and body in the mirror, and i'm quite satisfied with what i see. my husband doesnt like my face with pimples and so far there's none, but my cheeks and nose are sunburnt. i've lost some significant weight ard my thighs and hips area thanks to my rigourous diet and exercise routine these 3 weeks. it's almost impossible for me to keep up a diet and maintain my weight when my hubby is around because the diet is always ruined with the late dinners and suppers every weekend. and my hubby, he is the only person who can tell me that i've gained weight by just hugging me. my god, 99.9% of the time he's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost 5 kg so far. and i'm all ready to meet my love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hubby, come back and embrace your &lt;s&gt;sexy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;sexier&lt;/em&gt; wife.&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/22205223-114814791951374150?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114814791951374150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114814791951374150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114814791951374150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114814791951374150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-you-cant-build-robot-be-robot-whew.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114777710014591766</id><published>2006-05-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:58:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;kringgg....... kringggggggg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is THE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, abt half an hour to midnight, i received an MMS from my husband. he mmsed me his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my sleepiness (and stupidity), i looked at it, and went back to sleep. i woke up this morning, thinking that it was all a dream. but nooo. his picture is still in my hp, although i wished it is a BAD dream because he looked soo much darker in the pic. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture was accompanied by a mushy message, and also telling me that today is THE day that I can expect his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my calculation is correct, today is the begining of his R&amp;R in taiwan. so if he doesnt call, i wont be too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he better make good his words. because i already have half a mind to ignore him when he comes back home if he doesnt call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114777710014591766?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114777710014591766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114777710014591766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114777710014591766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114777710014591766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/05/kringgg.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114727628448237962</id><published>2006-05-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:56:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;warning: wordy content ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very tired actually, i had a pretty long day today. but i had been having the urge to blog for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know what to blog about though, because time seemed to be either on a standstill or passing too fast - the last time i checked it was a wednesday, and today it still is a wednesday, only that i've passed through seven days without knowing it. i can't recall much what i did for the past seven days, only that i went to KL over the weekend for a (very) short trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not spoken to my husband for more than a week already. he sent me a disturbing message over the weekend and didnt leave me any opportunity to clarify, which have caused me to have sleepless nights. but i believe there's nothing to worry about. i believe my husband can take care of himself. and most of all, i believe that allah will keep his safe and sound until he returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i hope he calls me soon. there's nothing much to do when he's not around other than talk and talk and talk to my best friend, bug and bug and bug my mother on her receipies, and work and work &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; work and work until i'm overworked. i have become such a workaholic, worst than before, it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my husband lah. i miss him so much that i'm doing things which reminds me of him. funny how i religiously check newcastle united webpage for updates. funny how i stayed up to catch NUFC v CHELSEA and cheered when NUFC won. funny how i'm unable to sleep on my side of the bed, but only at his. funny how i try everynight to carry his weights (unsuccessfully) before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who has been working out to keep in shape. me. the person who had expunged the word 'exercise' from her dictionary. i joined a circuit training program in an all women's gym and have gone for 2 trainings last week. so far so good. i've started a balanced diet, and so far everything looks good. not that i'm out of shape. i'm trying to keep myself busy, so that i dont sigh and sigh and sigh about my husband being away for so long. my mother has told me to shut up a few times. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past 1 week, i have lost 3 kg. i dont know if the exercise and the diet is working, or just my body acting adversely trying to adjust without my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, i'm ok. no government (read: no husband) means more freedom. i had dinner with my collegues just now, and they are a joyful bunch to be with. for the first time i could have dinner with my friends without having to worry about what time it will end. and also, for the first time in months, i spent like nobody's business and I AM BROKE because i overspent. i dont know what happened to my salary, it came and went just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my husband is right. i will not have any use to the tonnes of stationaries i bought from popular. the hairbrush, hairclips, bangles and accessories will just add to my cluttered dressing table. now i know why he always object to the things i want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it felt good lah. once in a while, i like to spend my money like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i'm broke now. my husband left me in charge of his bank accounts while he's away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope. *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114727628448237962?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114727628448237962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114727628448237962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114727628448237962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114727628448237962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/05/warning-wordy-content-ahead-i-am-very.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114641329132403818</id><published>2006-05-01T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:09:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need a puke bucket?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, the last thing i wanna do now is blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent my husband off to taiwan yesterday at 2 am and now i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVESICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complained to my mum that hubby is away for far too long. and she reminded me that it's been ONLY A DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's been only a day. but the fact is, he'll be gone for THREE WEEKS. i hope i wont go mental while he's away. it's not typical of me to feel like this. before we got married, he went on trips for training too. yes i missed him, but not on the first day after he goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i'm so much more attached to him now, the longest i've been away from him is 2 days maybe? so 3 weeks is a bit too much i suppose?? i spoke to him on the phone today, and i tell you, i almost cried. because i wanted him to be by my side, pronto. :( it's all psychological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's only a phonecall away. not really. he told me that he'll phone me again on the 17th. that's like 17 more days before i hear him again. and 21 more days before i have him back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this. is. so.frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never ever spent my day at home on a weekend when my hubby is around. but for now, i'll be stuck at home. the plus point is, i get to master all my mom's receipe and prepare for my new life at my new home. the negative point is, i cant cook all day and do nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today for example, i went to the saloon to colour the roots of my hair, came back home and catch some sleep. then there's nothing to do anymore. iqbal is showing on sony entertainment, and it's boring me to death. it's a hindi movie about a disabled kid and his talent to play cricket. so far, my eyes have watered, not because i'm touched, but because it's making me sooo sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an engagement to attend tomorrow, and seriously, i'm not in the nicest mood to attend any functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my baby hubby. i miss my darling moochie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114641329132403818?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114641329132403818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114641329132403818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114641329132403818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114641329132403818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/05/need-puke-bucket-honestly-last-thing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114563800971034637</id><published>2006-04-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:51:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money talks, my talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not famous yet. i think the photoshoot i went for turned out quite a disaster. because the stylist styled my hijjab in such a way that my face is extra rounded. i thought i looked really bad, because i do have a chubby face, and round is no good. but the ppl there seemed to think i look "turkish, bosnian and pakistani". ok, but i think my round face amplified, coupled with my fair complexion makes me look like kuih pao. not nice, i no like. argh. i hope the pics wont get published anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i felt so conscious of the money i stored in the back pocket of my jeans. so much so that i kept talking abt it to my friends. my boss came back from court and pass me the cash he received from clients, for payment of our bill, i was attending to a client so i stashed it in my back pocket. i had forgotten to leave the money in the cash box when i left the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thoughout my journey home, i kept touching my back pocket. i didnt keep it inside my bag because i was so scared that someone might grab my bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kept telling my friend, i've got one thousand five hundred dollars in my back pocket every 5 minutes. then, i progressed and went "i've got one thousand five hundred dollars in my back pocket, shall we take a taxi using it?" "i've got one thousand five hundred dollars in my back pocket, shall i pay for dinner using it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible right?? surely, i dont appear tensed, but inside, i'm a nervous wreck. &lt;br /&gt;takot kena rompak. seram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt this a very rare situation, me updating at this hour?? firstly, its because my hubby is not around tonight, and 2ndly, i feel so sour staying at home on a friday night, so i decided to turn in late. and since there's nothing much on tv, and i've surfed the net enough, i decided to write. because just now, i could think of so many things to blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like whether there's such a word as sacrification, which i read on a blog with attrocious english. ok lah, my english is not perfect, but i think that blog i read has really weird english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now suddenly macam got nothing to blog about gitu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, have i mentioned the other new addition in my life?? by this time most of you would have known abt it already. i've bought a flat. one of the HDB showflats is mine. :D finally, we will have our own space, we're moving in in july, after the showflat is closed to public. of course, i will throw a housewarming party, but on condition that each of you turn up with one of the gifts in my gift list. since mine is a showflat, i dont need anything much, as most of the things are already there. i just need:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. lcd/plasma tv for living area&lt;br /&gt;b. home theatre system&lt;br /&gt;c. fridge&lt;br /&gt;d. microwave oven&lt;br /&gt;e. washing machine&lt;br /&gt;f. vacuum cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 3 items not so important. if possible, please come with the first 2. still have got about 3 months until i shift into my new house, meantime, you all can start saving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114563800971034637?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114563800971034637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114563800971034637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114563800971034637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114563800971034637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/04/money-talks-my-talk-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114528601400179759</id><published>2006-04-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:00:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are so many things to blog about, i wish right now i'm feeling enthusiastic abt jotting em down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for over 3 weeks, i have worked my ass off, today i came back tired, haggard and very hungry. i dunno why i work so hard everyday, and when i'm finally not working and have some time for myself, i'm absolutely zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough. this morning my hubby called me and whined about how malas he already is, and how he can't wait to end his contract this july. and i told him i also want to stop working. honestly, i've reached a stage where i'm willing to earn lesser, just so that i can have more quality time for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want quantity time, i want quality time. if i have that little time left after work, i want to make sure i spend it well, and not just stare into the tv not absorbing anything and screaming out gibberish to anyone who tries to talk to me. i'm so tired that serving dinner for my husband eats up the last ounce of energy i have in me every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week's long weekend didnt allow me to catch up on my sleep, in fact, i had the worst sleep in my life for 2 days, sleeping in cold harsh condition (read: sleeping on the floor with aircon sejuk nak mampos and no blankets. TAK MATI?!). tomorrow, i will be on half day leave, a break which i warmly welcome. although it wont be much of a break, cos i'll be busy with a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, photoshoot. hubby's uncle approached me to be a model for his boutique which will be taking part in an upcoming event at expo. he needs a hijabi model, and so he asked me. ho ho ho! my husband, being his typical self, said "you jadi model gemok eh?" kurang asam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it so laughable that someone wants me to be a model. but i agreed willingly, because nowadays, i really like feeling vain. and i also think if i joined Ms Singapore, i'll take the crown. tsk. not bad eh, there're people who wants me as a model, despite looking like a hurricane victim on most days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nanti, kalau kita dah famous, mesti mitak autograph ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114528601400179759?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114528601400179759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114528601400179759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114528601400179759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114528601400179759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-so-many-things-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114320087361783528</id><published>2006-03-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:47:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for my hubby to fetch me from work, so i might as well update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i said there is going to be a new addition in our lives? i was wrong. there are already two new additions in our lives. *insert huge wide grin here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I'M NOT PREGNANT WITH TWINS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i wish i am. at least being pregnant gives me an excuse to take taxis everyday. heh. and really, i secretly wished that if i'm pregnant, i want it to be twins. oh well, not so secret anymore ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. it's time i reveal the 1st new addition in our lives. although most of you would already know by now sebab korang sumer kenal aku and jumpa aku kan. so i can't hide anything much. but nehmind. i still want to announce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, here's a tribute:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver toyota corolla&lt;br /&gt;2002 – 14 march 2006&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace. you have served us well. we miss you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, a bit drama lah. the car was not scrapped or what. just sold off at a major loss. but then, we get a spanking BRAND NEW MITSUBISHI LANCER SPORTS EDITION! make that a RED mitsubishi lancer sports edition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(irfy, i bet u wanna throw stones at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post pictures of it. but i havent got the chance to snap a proper pic. ok maybe tomorrow (equals to many many days or weeks later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd brand new addition is… only added into our lives today. we didn't expect it to happen so soon. we really didn't. we tried our luck, took some chances and left the rest to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, it's confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PREGNANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, TAK. i'm not! sorry. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd new addition i cannot tell yet lah. so far only few family members know about it. but it's not about pregnancy. confirm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so korang korang jangan excited sampai flood my phone with calls like the other time ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114320087361783528?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114320087361783528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114320087361783528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114320087361783528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114320087361783528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-waiting-for-my-hubby-to-fetch-me.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114309325767667337</id><published>2006-03-23T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:54:17.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can be such a blooper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss gave me an increment about 10 mins ago. i happily smsed my hubby about the increment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 min later, my boss called and say "y u sms-ing me about your increment?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i sent to my boss instead of my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh paiseh you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib baik boss tak retract the increment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114309325767667337?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114309325767667337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114309325767667337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114309325767667337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114309325767667337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-can-be-such-blooper-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114240257175173524</id><published>2006-03-15T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:02:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i look like a freakin' people person??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few incidents I had lately made me decide to take up some form of self-defence technique. Or alternatively grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few saturdays ago, i had to make a trip down to a police station to assist in some investigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what happened on my way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stalked by an egyptian guy lah! and i went on panic mode. it was very very scary. I actually saw him at the lobby of the police station when I was walking out. when I was already outside the police station compound, I  turned my head to check the traffic, and there, that guy was like directly under my nose, errr... ok, i think i was directly under his nose. i walked he also walked. i crossed the road he also kepo. i was on the phone with my husband all the time to avoid talking to him, but he still spoke to me lah! And he was like 20 cm apart from me. i managed to shake him off my giving him wrong directions and getting a cab the moment he turned his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had wanted directions, he could have asked the policemen at the station. Why me? Why follow me?  And why stand so close to me if all he wanted was directions? I was frightened ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, i went swimming with my younger sister.  we were chatting in the pool when a chinese man started talking to us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you girls know how to swim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't show it can i? because i'm the older one and i have to protect my sis. so i acted cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: you girls come here often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *rude glare* yes. with our husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: oh husbands. are they here today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *raised voice* yes of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis giggled (because she doesn't have a husband) and waved out to the air, in the direction of a huge crowd, pretending that our husbands were around.  that man swam away. but honest to god, i was soooo kecut inside. We were at the deep end of the pool, skali that man attacks us how? the fact that he asked if our husbands were there speaks volume doesn't it? gatal punya jantan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my husband of the incidences, he wasn't too happy (read= jealous), particularly on the egyptian man incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hubby, I dress modestly and I don't like to attract attention. but really, with my pretty face, you've got to get used to these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114240257175173524?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114240257175173524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114240257175173524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114240257175173524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114240257175173524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-i-look-like-freakin-people-person.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114231458529008560</id><published>2006-03-14T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:36:25.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warning: dates in calendar are closer than they appear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i pack my bags and run away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have deadlines to meet. everything is suddenly due SO SOON. last time i checked, they were due 3 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/SP_A02912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/320/SP_A02912.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls render me unconscious. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114231458529008560?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114231458529008560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114231458529008560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114231458529008560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114231458529008560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/03/warning-dates-in-calendar-are-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114181165499010128</id><published>2006-03-08T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:54:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe you should go to ebay and buy a clue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news has come that there is going to be a new addition to our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tried to keep my mouth shut because my husband wanted it to be kept a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot tahan any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more details this weekend insha allah. once it's all confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh.  &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114181165499010128?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114181165499010128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114181165499010128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114181165499010128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114181165499010128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-you-should-go-to-ebay-and-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114174354515963633</id><published>2006-03-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:01:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is PS2 created for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be very specific, it's main function is to irritate the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the LCD tv created for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its star feature is to combine forces with the PS2 to give fantastic graphics in order to irritate the shit out of me, successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is winning eleven 9 created for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its most appealing function is to be able to grab attention in order to IGNORE the surroundings, and to keep a person's attention to the PS2 and the LCD tv from before 9 am to way past 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frequent use of the above creations is hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the combination of the above 3 disgusting creations has resulted in one angry, irritated, feisty, sleepy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i shall go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since SOMEONE is soo engrossed with his stupid winning eleven now, i shall not spoil what's left of his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok, pagi pagi jugak aku nak gadoh. jaga, siap kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, i'm gangster like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114174354515963633?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114174354515963633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114174354515963633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114174354515963633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114174354515963633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-cant-beat-them-arrange-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114112110749518794</id><published>2006-02-28T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:05:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;postman, open my (e)mails please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, i can't acess my email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see so many new emails but i can't read them. and they are all juicy juicy emails. now, everyone in the world are updated on the juicy juicy news except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is irritaing ok. as chief gossip-monger, i should, no, I HAVE to be updated on the latest emails. everyone is talking about those emails now, and i'm all left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, not that bad lah. errr. just trying to drama a bit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi, sungguh irritating. arggggggh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114112110749518794?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114112110749518794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114112110749518794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114112110749518794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114112110749518794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/02/postman-open-my-emails-please.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114052357589842255</id><published>2006-02-21T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:06:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i dont really fancy you, so take THAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read about &lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index_uk.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://ridj.wordpress.com/2006/02/18/make-your-own-bollywood-snippet"&gt;ridj.org&lt;/a&gt;, and i think it's sooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/play_uk.php?id=773948"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for mine. hehehe, i dont really like rajnikanth, so, that explains. and my hubby is going to be so mad. tsk. i wanted to do one of the hindi ones, but since i already know the meaning, its so hard to create nonsense sub titles. unlike tamil, which i know nuts abt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hekhekhehkhe. i think the ending of my movie is super classic lah. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114052357589842255?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114052357589842255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=114052357589842255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114052357589842255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/114052357589842255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-really-fancy-you-so-take-that.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-114007923880088210</id><published>2006-02-16T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:49:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excuse me, i'm female.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is sore.  i was talking in my loudest voice this morning and my husband asked me why i'm whispering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad throat had to go sore at a bad bad timing. i had an interview today, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is the first time i had to say "please excuse my voice" to a panel of interviewers. i scrapped through, it looks promising though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hoarse voice is never sexy. my loudest voice is a whisper and when i shout, i sound like a MAN. if i failed the interview, i think it's voice discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-114007923880088210?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/114007923880088210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dontanyhowsay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/1600/angry%202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/409/142/200/angry%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think the words at the side there are too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, 2 people commented in my blog, typing my name clearly for everyone to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa kasi tau lu org ah, wa sikalang ta mau org tau wa punya nama, lu org jangan main gila ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi &lt;em&gt;tolong &lt;/em&gt;lah! don't &lt;em&gt;fowel&lt;/em&gt; can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dontanyhowsay&lt;/em&gt; my  name ok. not here, not at your blogs. if you link me, use whatver names u want. except for my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understandes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-113999305000460037?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/113999305000460037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=113999305000460037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/113999305000460037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/113999305000460037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/2006/02/dontanyhowsay.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205223.post-113999027750460872</id><published>2006-02-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:59:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry, i dont do 14th feb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i celebrate valentines day on every other day except for 14th february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is the official valentines day, when flowers are overpriced and men are artificially sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i do today? my husband was not around, so my next best friend was... work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to go to mustaffa centre to get a few things meant for the office. i reached mustaffa at 8pm, and thank god, not many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of buying the necessary things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went CHOCOLATE CRAZY there, and i bought $68 worth of cholates. snickers, mars, smarties, timeout, more snickers and more timeouts. just in case i decide to grow fat overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband doesn't know how much i spent - yet. i'm such a bad spender, somebody, spank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-113999027750460872?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/113999027750460872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=113999027750460872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22205223/posts/default/113999027750460872'/><link rel='self' 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day during a private wrestling match on bed:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: try to get away from me lah *locks my arms*&lt;br /&gt;me: wei, pain lah. not fair, i'm such in an awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;him: see, i'm stronger than you.&lt;br /&gt;me: *getting up and finally overpowering him* you ingat you kuat eh? you lupa ke i gemok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both ended up laughing to tears. so fun. everyday should be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22205223-113998985621927603?l=bugthelady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugthelady.blogspot.com/feeds/113998985621927603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22205223&amp;postID=113998985621927603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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