<?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-9031801</id><updated>2011-09-17T04:18:31.837-07:00</updated><category term='outings'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='photoblog'/><category term='GWP'/><category term='BGR'/><category term='all dressed up'/><category term='Nothing important'/><category term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>This is my Blog, no salt is required.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-1358769651844449267</id><published>2010-02-25T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:38:31.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy and double standards..</title><content type='html'>Bloody fed up with work lately. &lt;br /&gt;Sick of the blatant favortism displayed by the new boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When work has to be done, suddenly we're on our own.&lt;br /&gt;Anything your favorite minions requests , we have to attend to it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;When treats meant for my team are given to us, your minions expect to get a share, even having the cheek to complain they're not given enough.&lt;br /&gt;Some even list our job function on their signatures even though they've done squat. &lt;br /&gt;What really pisses me off is that all our glory, we have to share with others when they've done Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-1358769651844449267?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1358769651844449267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=1358769651844449267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/1358769651844449267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/1358769651844449267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/hypocrisy-and-double-standards.html' title='Hypocrisy and double standards..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-7425934848829174312</id><published>2009-11-07T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:07:17.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>One whole year!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I’m a huge procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a busy year thus far, gone on 5 overseas trips already.&lt;br /&gt;And by overseas, I mean having to get my passport stamped. Not the kind that like going to Sentosa lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: -&lt;br /&gt;I’m going on another trip to Genting the week after the next too.&lt;br /&gt;That will make it my FORTH time there this year.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are seriously delayed cause both XH and I had conflicting schedules. So, no time to meet up. What am I saying, she’s the one going for consecutive trips to Egypt and Australia. Lucky girl. I’m so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl took more than 5000 pics combined for our Malaysia and Hong Kong. I took maybe 300. She’s mad. Uploading these were a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trip to Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6246.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6246.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6258.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6258.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to Genting&lt;br /&gt;Freaky uncle at the back, didn’t notice until I was editing the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6267.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6267.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6308.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6308.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6411.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6441.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6497.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6527.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6536.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6553.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6575.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6575.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6631.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6694.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6694.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6713.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6713.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely soaked and freaking freezing after 3 rounds of log flume in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6740.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6740.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6742.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6785.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6785.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto Malacca next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6811.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6811.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6813.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6813.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6814.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6814.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Peranakan food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6845-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6845-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6850-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6850-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6956.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That famous church, can’t remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6874-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6874-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6876.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Paul’s Fort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat in Malacca was unbearable. Can’t imagine anywhere so close to the sea still being so hot. Would like to live here though, life’s so laidback here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6880.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6880.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6881.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6881.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great view, they even have a ‘Malacca Flyer’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6910.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6939.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6939.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6943.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6943.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equatorial hotel. Great place,  great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6959.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6960.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6960.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonker Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6994.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6999.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_6999.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Chicken Rice Balls. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our loot so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/malaysia-genting%20malacca/IMG_7129.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found A &amp; W!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Hong Kong one week later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7355.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7355.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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As you can see, I’m severely out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7758.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7758.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7790.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7790.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7833.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7833.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7862.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7862.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7843.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7843.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7865.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7865.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7868.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7885.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7885.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the scariest coaster I’ve ever been on.&lt;br /&gt;One flimsy belt separating you and the ground/certain death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7881.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7881.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7913.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7913.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7917.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7917.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7961.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7954.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7954.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7955.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7995.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_7995.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to Disneyland today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8056.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8066.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8072.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8074.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8074.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8083.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8121.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8166.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8186.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8200.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8201.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8204.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8208.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8209.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8220.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8237.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8265.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8278.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with Snow White. Up close, I thinks she’s quite old. Haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8280.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this supposed to be? Belle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8284.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8286.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8290.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Mountain, last chance to exit.&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as the one in California I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8396.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame HSM thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8407.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8407.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8408.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8411.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8417.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky colors. Actually, we took this DURING a coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8422.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8426.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8440.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8444.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8477.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8488.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8495.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8536.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8562.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8543.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8543.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hong Kong loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8582.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8581.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8604.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8604.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8609.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy photog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8614.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8623.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8632.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8635.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8635.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8638.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8645.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8645.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8658.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8658.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8668.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8668.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8674.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8674.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8744.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh Johnny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8868.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8872.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8872.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8908.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8908.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8927.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8927.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8932.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8932.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_8940.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/IMG_8940.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Tip to Hong Kong plus Macau – the one with the serious shopping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/DSC02994.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/DSC03017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/hong%20kong%20macau/DSC03022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World beneath my feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-7425934848829174312?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7425934848829174312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=7425934848829174312' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-6062039513046191087</id><published>2008-10-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:09:48.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Cruise is not dead</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have heard or received emails about this rumor.&lt;br /&gt;Although I found it kinda ironic that he's famous for jumping on Oprah's couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping and gravity. Geddit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27218522/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-6062039513046191087?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6062039513046191087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=6062039513046191087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6062039513046191087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6062039513046191087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/tom-cruise-is-not-dead.html' title='Tom Cruise is not dead'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-6362639954592620147</id><published>2008-09-30T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:57:02.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing important'/><title type='text'>We can't eat anything anymore</title><content type='html'>I was with Lynn at Giant today cause she wanted to get some tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;And one out of three items had the sign 'product recalled due to blah blah blah reasons'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we eat in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-6362639954592620147?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6362639954592620147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=6362639954592620147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6362639954592620147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6362639954592620147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-cant-eat-anything-anymore.html' title='We can&apos;t eat anything anymore'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-8305316476413323546</id><published>2008-09-02T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:28:41.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Went to the zoo last Sunday for Mom's company family day with XH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01542.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laden with goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the exact name, but they were a type of otter.&lt;br /&gt;When we first heard them, they sounded like a bunch of human babies crying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;You might not tell from the pic, but they are very cute and move around in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White tigers. Taken from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimpanzee enclosure. Too far away to really see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01591.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01592.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01593.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a monkey who had a multi-coloured ass. Like it's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01598.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01601.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of the 2 animal shows we caught. The reason why there's lots of pics for this one is because it had a handsome animal trainer. All taken by XH, not me. I swear. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01607.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01612.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01613.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you. XH wasn't paying much attention to the show at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01603.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01604.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other trainer, whom you can see, XH ignored. And the pelican was kinda calefare. He/She kept walking around and butting into other animals' business. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01579.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Meng's statue. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01552.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01552.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01553.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01559.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01560.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01560.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01561.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01562.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01564.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01564.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01565.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01565.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01566.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01566.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back fond/not so fond memories of visiting the zoo back in my primary school days. It changed a lot ever since then. I think the annual/bi-annual visit has put me off the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it still a pre-requisite for all primary schools to have compulsory school trips to either the zoo or the bird park? And the secondary schools the musuems? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01582.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01583.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01583.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01585.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01540.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, do not buy any products that advocates cruelty to animals.&lt;br /&gt;Especially elephant tusks and tiger meat. Once something is lost, it may be forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-8305316476413323546?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8305316476413323546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=8305316476413323546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8305316476413323546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8305316476413323546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-at-zoo.html' title='Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-6159633720864465231</id><published>2008-08-29T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:52:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful for..</title><content type='html'>So you think you can dance (Season 4) - For introducing me to Mark Kanemura. His routines are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-DewX0aPeQ/"&gt;Evil Circus Ringmaster&lt;/a&gt; (I think, Mia Michaels is hard to understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIm6NqXrldQ/"&gt;Detention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGY5lhFZFpc&amp;amp;feature=related/"&gt;Workaholic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yr3sfkBHoQM/"&gt;French Burlesque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LRl352R3Nw/"&gt;Viennese Waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-DewX0aPeQ"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="267" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/markkanemura.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-6159633720864465231?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6159633720864465231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=6159633720864465231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6159633720864465231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6159633720864465231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m thankful for..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-5780548837366169566</id><published>2008-08-21T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:56:56.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>You can't get me down</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.. Here are some pics(in chronological order) from the time I've been away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr'07 - Turkey&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like a year ago. But this is my blog and I'm gonna post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00555.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevant point - My hair doesn't even look like this now. But it looks great in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00590-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00590-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some woman's garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Tree of Gondor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00296-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00296-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00337-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00337-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00324-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00324-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00604-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00604-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00618.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morphine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec'07 - Annual D &amp;amp; D. Theme : Jungle Mania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb/Mar'08 - I think it was Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02894.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC02894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC02896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr'08 - Biz trip to Manila. Didn't get to go out much though.&lt;br /&gt;I love my hotel(Hyatt Manila) room as you can see. Thanks to Nancy and Krystel who brought me around Mall of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul'08 - Macau trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruins of St Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01459.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Venetian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01503-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01503-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01507-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01507-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01471-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01471-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01474-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01474-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01478-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01478-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01486-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01486-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01489-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01489-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01494-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01494-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01516-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01516-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01141-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01141-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01144-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01144-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01396-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01396-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01414-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01414-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone resist cute hamster babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Cecilia. May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC01108.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-5780548837366169566?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5780548837366169566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=5780548837366169566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/5780548837366169566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/5780548837366169566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-cant-get-me-down.html' title='You can&apos;t get me down'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-1511528572312541079</id><published>2007-12-03T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:56:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little update</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happening lately. The only exciting thing I can think of is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AWS&lt;/span&gt; coming in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 2-3 weeks time. Big whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway currently writing something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; my heinous neighbours. You won't believe the number of weird/insane/inconsiderate people living in the fine town of B*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lethargic as always, lagging behind a long backlog of work. What else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-1511528572312541079?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1511528572312541079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=1511528572312541079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/1511528572312541079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/1511528572312541079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-updat.html' title='Little update'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-8404882421981563867</id><published>2007-11-09T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:09:24.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all dressed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Pasta and clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtn9cXcmI/AAAAAAAAACo/07_2LwHZ9N8/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131057514990236258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtn9cXcmI/AAAAAAAAACo/07_2LwHZ9N8/s400/DSC00957.JPG" 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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuodcXcnI/AAAAAAAAACw/u0E07Hbg_DQ/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131058623091798642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuodcXcnI/AAAAAAAAACw/u0E07Hbg_DQ/s400/DSC00958.JPG" 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;&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuodcXcnI/AAAAAAAAACw/u0E07Hbg_DQ/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&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;We went to Pasta Waraku to celebrate Michael's b-day.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at these made me hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtm9cXckI/AAAAAAAAACY/mjqYLq_WS7w/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131057497810367042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtm9cXckI/AAAAAAAAACY/mjqYLq_WS7w/s400/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtmdcXcjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qaAU_Hyw20Q/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131057489220432434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtmdcXcjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qaAU_Hyw20Q/s400/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtndcXclI/AAAAAAAAACg/E0LLqpBeVqE/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131057506400301650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtndcXclI/AAAAAAAAACg/E0LLqpBeVqE/s400/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtl9cXciI/AAAAAAAAACI/fPAxM5RoTJ0/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131057480630497826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtl9cXciI/AAAAAAAAACI/fPAxM5RoTJ0/s400/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuptcXcqI/AAAAAAAAADI/QhngEZTFcE8/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131058644566635170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuptcXcqI/AAAAAAAAADI/QhngEZTFcE8/s400/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUupNcXcpI/AAAAAAAAADA/iO2-GWCt8kg/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131058635976700562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUupNcXcpI/AAAAAAAAADA/iO2-GWCt8kg/s400/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuqNcXcrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QC2rVAe2y-o/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131058653156569778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuqNcXcrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QC2rVAe2y-o/s400/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuotcXcoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3RsF36n8-rs/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131058627386765954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUuotcXcoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3RsF36n8-rs/s400/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvv9cXcsI/AAAAAAAAADY/hK90w8xVY_Q/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131059851452445378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvv9cXcsI/AAAAAAAAADY/hK90w8xVY_Q/s400/DSC00963.JPG" 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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;And I cleaned out my closet yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I have lots of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I always feel have have none?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvwdcXctI/AAAAAAAAADg/5JdPyg9VeN8/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131059860042379986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvwdcXctI/AAAAAAAAADg/5JdPyg9VeN8/s400/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvxdcXcvI/AAAAAAAAADw/XKVjhljGW8E/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131059877222249202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvxdcXcvI/AAAAAAAAADw/XKVjhljGW8E/s400/DSC00984.JPG" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131059868632314594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUvw9cXcuI/AAAAAAAAADo/ric9FKqXaaY/s400/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" /&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw-tcXczI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W6t0yGhoufM/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061204367143730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw-tcXczI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W6t0yGhoufM/s400/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUxpNcXc2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-xc5mk6EAfo/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061934511584098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUxpNcXc2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-xc5mk6EAfo/s400/DSC01000.JPG" 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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw_NcXc0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wz9_PQDGOdQ/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061943101518706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUxptcXc3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JkBfkUXx-fE/s400/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUxqNcXc4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dPKquqUoh2M/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061951691453314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUxqNcXc4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dPKquqUoh2M/s400/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw_dcXc1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/k3VYuBxuMXw/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061217252045650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw_dcXc1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/k3VYuBxuMXw/s400/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Glittery Jeans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw-dcXcyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rmu1ginzXzI/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061200072176418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw-dcXcyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rmu1ginzXzI/s400/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw99cXcxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0w9XBUx4pq0/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131061191482241810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUw99cXcxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0w9XBUx4pq0/s400/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be given away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-8404882421981563867?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8404882421981563867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=8404882421981563867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8404882421981563867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8404882421981563867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/11/pasta-and-clothes.html' title='Pasta and clothes'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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/_AGVChANgaiU/RzUtn9cXcmI/AAAAAAAAACo/07_2LwHZ9N8/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-1132286047878533345</id><published>2007-10-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:09:25.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RxmzD2L3e-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/E98xyh4yeSU/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123322929776917474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/RxmzD2L3e-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/E98xyh4yeSU/s400/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm4E2L3fLI/AAAAAAAAACA/irFcAM04vAw/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123328444514925746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm4E2L3fLI/AAAAAAAAACA/irFcAM04vAw/s400/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3jmL3fFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JcdQKwa7IO8/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123327873284275282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3jmL3fFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JcdQKwa7IO8/s400/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kGL3fGI/AAAAAAAAABY/EL6rnbgmpxk/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123327881874209890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kGL3fGI/AAAAAAAAABY/EL6rnbgmpxk/s400/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kWL3fHI/AAAAAAAAABg/UptGh99rX5M/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123327886169177202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kWL3fHI/AAAAAAAAABg/UptGh99rX5M/s400/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kmL3fII/AAAAAAAAABo/sjysA0a6HhE/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123327890464144514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kmL3fII/AAAAAAAAABo/sjysA0a6HhE/s400/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2LWL3fAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ac2iqbdlih4/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123326357160819714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2LWL3fAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ac2iqbdlih4/s400/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2LmL3fBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mlrC_oxSihc/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123326361455787026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2LmL3fBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mlrC_oxSihc/s400/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2L2L3fCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4YYBx5o7vuk/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123326365750754338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2L2L3fCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4YYBx5o7vuk/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2MmL3fDI/AAAAAAAAABA/1_DRji7_P78/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123326378635656242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2MmL3fDI/AAAAAAAAABA/1_DRji7_P78/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2M2L3fEI/AAAAAAAAABI/mmS_kAdGMEw/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123326382930623554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm2M2L3fEI/AAAAAAAAABI/mmS_kAdGMEw/s400/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm30mL3fKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ed12Ih6eBJg/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123328165342051490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm30mL3fKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ed12Ih6eBJg/s400/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kmL3fJI/AAAAAAAAABw/dSrCbznbdww/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123327890464144530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rxm3kmL3fJI/AAAAAAAAABw/dSrCbznbdww/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-1132286047878533345?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1132286047878533345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=1132286047878533345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/1132286047878533345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/1132286047878533345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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/_AGVChANgaiU/RxmzD2L3e-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/E98xyh4yeSU/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-5810522271685360138</id><published>2007-09-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:22:42.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>The grass is always greener on the other side</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been contemplating thoughts on changing my job. Sure, it was rewarding for a while. But recently, I feel my career's going nowhere. Maybe a change of scenery will do me good. I might go for one that's not in my industry though. After I've re-discovered my passion(or whatever it is that's missing), I'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not the above will come true, it'll have to wait until after bonus time. Duh. I've slogged, well sort of anyway, I deserve my reward. Maybe it'll help me decide whether I should stay or go. I really do like my job, it's (well, used to be anyway)quite fun to meet all the different vendors and widen your professional network. Plus, it challenges my mind, the different ways I can think of to go about solving one problem. But now I mostly feel unappreciated due to my new boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that he's difficult to work with per say, but sometimes it's exasperating when you need a decision for something urgent and he hems-and-haws until the last minute just when you are about to tear your hair out. Sigh. I've lost count of the number of times I've to stay back and complete stuff because he needs 1 fucking week to say yes or no. Or the fact that he's a Yes man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll get my staff to churn that report.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my staff can gather all the info for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my staff can do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my staff do everything for you so you can take credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my staff will roll over and play dead for your sole entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, my department is not fucking Wikipedia. I don't give a shit that you don't know where Tanjong Lampas is. I don't know where it is either. You think I'm your bloody personal encyclopedia? I'm being paid to monitor the rates and advise anything related when necessary. Oh, and occasionally I try to assist my boss to expedite issues at hand(believe me, I try). But I'm not paid to stop incompetent fools from embarrassing themselves. In fact, I relish in watching(or reading emails of) people crashing and burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old boss has been asking me to join him. I'm considering. But don't go by me, I have a famously short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I realised I've lots of pics in backlog, some dating from pre-birthday(Sob!). Gonna upload them soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S I've just realised I don't have a label just for ranting. I always thought all I did was rant in here. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-5810522271685360138?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5810522271685360138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=5810522271685360138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/5810522271685360138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/5810522271685360138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/09/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html' title='The grass is always greener on the other side'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-8810461835847932912</id><published>2007-09-06T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:09:25.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rt_1Lv_w-4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QBbX38chy_Q/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGVChANgaiU/Rt_1Lv_w-4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QBbX38chy_Q/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107070084672715650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wants this! Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-8810461835847932912?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8810461835847932912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=8810461835847932912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8810461835847932912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8810461835847932912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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/_AGVChANgaiU/Rt_1Lv_w-4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QBbX38chy_Q/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-7141848649391975175</id><published>2007-07-25T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:57:01.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Have you finished it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's the last book already.&lt;br /&gt;JK Rowling, pls write another 5 or 10. I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the ending leaves virtually no room for a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING, SPOILERS BELOW. READ AT OWN PERIL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape was on Harry's side from the beginning! It's hard to believe that underneath all that greasy hair, he's actually so devoted to Lily. All along I thought that the reason he (seemed to) hated HP so much was bcos of his resemblance to James. Juliet says Snape's voice(which is actually Alan Rickman's from the movies) is way sexy. Ew. When he died, I nearly cried. Hell of a redemptive arc for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also pissed at Tonks &amp; Lupin's death. THEY JUST HAD A KID. Poor thing. Growing up just like Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta admit half the book was ruined for me coz he's not at Hogwarts. Trampling round the forest of Dean is not exciting, Godric's Hollow was a major letdown. The only good parts(other then the Battle of Hogwarts)was the ones he was at Grimmauld Place and MOM(Ministry of Magic, duh). Go Kreacher! Although I have to admit he's better off away from places overrun by Death Eaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for him to return to Hogwarts, loved the parts with Peeves, Trelawney, Neville and Fred. Still sad that Fred died, but at least he went out with a smile, literally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malfoy screaming in HP's ear was hilarious. It had me in stitches. Glad they had sort of a truce towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated the epilouge. I would like to know more about the 19 years in between, not just HP sending his kids off to school. I want to know what happened to the rest of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Harry survives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very PISSED at Today for publishing the review of HPatDH by the NY Times 1 day BEFORE the book was launched. At first I thought it was a review of past books then I realised some of the article sort of don't fit. Ruined my enjoyment of the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-7141848649391975175?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7141848649391975175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=7141848649391975175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/7141848649391975175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/7141848649391975175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-7170016866340408509</id><published>2007-07-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:10:01.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Humans are brittle</title><content type='html'>Was recently woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible pain. It was sort of like menses cramps, except it was all concentrated on my left side closer to my stomach. It was so excruciatingly painful that I woke up in a cold sweat and it hurt a lot just to turn my body sideways in an attempt to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was very wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine lying on your bed at 5am with spasms of pain so terrible that it hurts just to move an inch, let alone get out of bed. And there was no one at home. I somehow managed to send an sms to Jess calling in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously the pain subsided somewhat and I was able to hobble to a doctor around 10 plus. He suspected the pain had something to do with my kidney and wantedto send me to the hospital immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do? Alone at that time and in no state to go anywhere else but home, I rejected to go then. But I promised to go straight back to him if it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I should have got it checked out. But I was bloody scared. What would you have done?&lt;br /&gt;It made me very paranoid everytime I experience a dull pain around that region. And there have been a fair few times since then. It certainly gives you a new perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile. Cherish thyself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-7170016866340408509?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7170016866340408509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=7170016866340408509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/7170016866340408509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/7170016866340408509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/07/humans-are-brittle.html' title='Humans are brittle'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-563741457321158169</id><published>2007-06-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:00:58.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat thigh queue-cutter</title><content type='html'>I hate queue-cutters, they're everywhere. I believe the word to use is omniscent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, they're there at the queue for Today. Granted, they are old folks and queue cutting is apparently a pastime for them. What I don't understand is why they neeed so many copies for. It's not as if most of them understand the language the paper is printed in. I think they are accumulating them so they get more $$ from the karang-guni man or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to GWP last sunday. Got a big function at the Parliment House for the ASEANAPOL conference. So there's many part-timers queueing to punch in. Anyway the security guard's bloody slow so even though I was there 5 minutes early, it was about 10 minutes after 4pm when I even got near to front of the queue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter PC's bitch. Well, she's PC's new girlfriend and very possessive and all that jazz. Don't blame her as some girls are like that. She glared at me whenever I had the audacity to talk to PC, I'm sure he's very desirable and all that but he's not exactly my type you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, she jumped the queue.&lt;br /&gt;The queue I've been waiting in for the past 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the very diplomatic person that I am, I gently reminded her that there's a queue. She just gave me a 'what the hell are you talking about, I queued fair and square' look. PC just stood there looking embarassed. I would too if I were him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stupid bitch. &lt;br /&gt;If not for the fact that you are his girlfriend, I would have bitch slapped you all the way back to the ah lian school you came from.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I may pale in comparision to you in terms of weight(fat ass!) and thighs(ha!), I 'm actually not that weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, please refer to BR and his bruises(on second thoughts, they may have healed since I haven't seen him for a long itme).&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate my anger, I'm merely giving face to PC whom despite his inability to get decent girlfriends, is a very nice guy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I don't hate all queue-cutters. All you have to do is ask. &lt;br /&gt;Like the one at Cold Storage this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the night view at the Parliment house was fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;But since they are more paranoid about security than the Istana(no, really)they confiscated my phone. So no pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-563741457321158169?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/563741457321158169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=563741457321158169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/563741457321158169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/563741457321158169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/06/fat-thigh-queue-cutter.html' title='Fat thigh queue-cutter'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-3790545791572893172</id><published>2007-05-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:23:38.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Harder</title><content type='html'>It's getting harder and harder going back to gwp.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, most of the part timers are still great and I'm learning to live with the China girls. I take back my words, some of them are pretty sweet actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't stand is the constant bullying by the managers. Granted, not all of them are guilty of it. But its happening more frequently this days. Today, I was basically being taken for a ride. I did something and I was wrong, fine, I'll change it. Guess what? I was scolded for doing it wrong again. And I did it correctly the 1st time round. Just f-ing great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already a very trying day for me as I was deprived of him. All this shit made it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jess. Please come back.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be facing this sort of shit if she was still around. A lot of people think her faves are deemed untouchable. I'm one of them and to this day, I still have no idea why. I suspect its mainly because of her forever ongoing feud with the aunties. Anyway, things are basically going downhill ever since she left. It's like being stranded in the middle of a river with no way to shore on either side. All her pets, so to speak, are pretty good at what they do, if I may say so myself. Now, its like we are being condemned or something like it. Less bookings, short hours etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really dislike my way of working, fine. Kick me out then. I've been wanting to do so since Jess left. I don't need this job anyway. Take a look at how the other part timers work during a CWD. You'll have to admit to yourself that other than the aunties(who have more than my age's worth of experience), I'm the best damn person in the ballroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your job's stressful, wanna trade? I just received news that I've to create and update just about an entire database's worth of info within the next 2 weeks and take over nearly an entire system for inland costs on top of my existing workload. You wanna talk about stress? I'm living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I've been enjoying the privileges of being Jess's pets,think again. We are constantly expected to prove just why we are a prvileged bunch. Imagine having to teach 5 new people the full CWD and if one of them screws up, we are the ones having our heads chopped off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more happy note, I saw him quite unexpectedly last week. Time flew by, but not for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-3790545791572893172?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3790545791572893172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=3790545791572893172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/3790545791572893172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/3790545791572893172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/05/harder.html' title='Harder'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-6060803907121883959</id><published>2007-05-05T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:01:10.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Turkey trip..Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00367.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00306.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset view from one of the hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00397.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00414.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00403.jpg" width=320 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00432.jpg" width=320 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00501.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the middle of a lake, no really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Bazaar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00535.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00534.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00540.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00542.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random food shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00222.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00221.jpg" width=350 height=220 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00220.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00361.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00516.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other random shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00683.jpg" width=350 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Since Istanbul stands on both Asia and Europe, there is another sign with 'Welcome to Europe' on it. But the bus was moving too fast for me to get a good shot of it. &lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00686.jpg" width=350 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00703.jpg" width=350 height=250&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00702.jpg" width=350 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Turkish children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-6060803907121883959?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6060803907121883959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=6060803907121883959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6060803907121883959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6060803907121883959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/05/turkey-trippart-two.html' title='Turkey trip..Part Two'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-828551980105034586</id><published>2007-04-22T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:53:41.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Turkey trip..Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00167.jpg" width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of a 10 hr plus plane ride to Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody uncomfortable I tell you. My butt was killing me at the 6th hr mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00173.jpg" width=330 height=220&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Blue Mosque&lt;/strong&gt;(Is that how you spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00186.jpg" width=250 height=180&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00185.jpg" width=200 height=330&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hagia Sofia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00191.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00196.jpg"width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00207.jpg" width=200 height=330&gt; &lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00212.jpg" width=200 height=330&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00334.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00291.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00277.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00280.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00301.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00249.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trojan Horse from the movie Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00349.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least they're honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-828551980105034586?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/828551980105034586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=828551980105034586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/828551980105034586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/828551980105034586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/04/turkey-trippart-one.html' title='Turkey trip..Part One'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-9180293077062296880</id><published>2007-04-17T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:25:11.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out sick..</title><content type='html'>Having a terrible cough/flu/fever right now.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to post up pics of my turkey trip soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-9180293077062296880?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9180293077062296880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=9180293077062296880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/9180293077062296880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/9180293077062296880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-sick.html' title='Out sick..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-4596860606436262951</id><published>2007-03-18T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:32:52.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>We got sunburnt, fat and stuffed</title><content type='html'>We went to Wild Wild Wet yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00080.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00078.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00077.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00090.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00091.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00093.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to ignore the guy with the breasts in the background. Haha.&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;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00113.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00103.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00122.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camera whores! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00121.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00142.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us in our sunburnt glory.&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="left"&gt;At KBox Marine Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00128.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stuffing our faces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00141.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00133.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00145.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00148.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00147.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-4596860606436262951?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4596860606436262951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=4596860606436262951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/4596860606436262951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/4596860606436262951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-got-sunburnt-fat-and-stuffed.html' title='We got sunburnt, fat and stuffed'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-8864157709084551279</id><published>2007-03-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:45:47.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>'Your parents never teach you any manners isit?'</title><content type='html'>Singapore's service industry has been much maligned in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;Below eg. of what happened to PC last sat reflects on just how badly the guests/customers are as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Tudor ballroom&lt;br /&gt;Time: Around 10 plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests have just finished toasting and are playing their customary 'let's sabo the happy couple' pranks, taking a very long time. Of course, we have to rush our service. Try serving 5 courses in 30 plus minutes. We have barely enough time to clear our main dishes, let alone replenish drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guest at PC's table told him:&lt;br /&gt;'You have no eyes to see my wine glass is empty ar?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude. True, he has reason to be pissed I supposed. But there's no need to speak in such a tone to a person serving you your dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC just finished his service and got his wine for him, also apologising to him. The guest just waved him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for goodness sake, the guy just attended to your request practically immediately and the least you could do is to acknowledge the guy more politely. Bear in mind that you were rude to him earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, PC is a very even tempered guy, and if the same thing happened to me I would have lost it many times over. He snapped and guess what he did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;poked&lt;/strong&gt; the guest in the shoulder! And told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Your parents never teach you any manners isit?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuai dai le!! I hope he didn't get into too much trouble over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have done something tamer and said something sarcastic like:&lt;br /&gt;'Do you want me to serve you now and leave the other 9 people at your table hungry?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never underestimate PC in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Those who keep their temper in check are the worst when they lose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-8864157709084551279?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8864157709084551279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=8864157709084551279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8864157709084551279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8864157709084551279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-parents-never-teach-you-any.html' title='&apos;Your parents never teach you any manners isit?&apos;'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-9078910765915588599</id><published>2007-03-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T08:38:38.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><title type='text'>Long Intermission</title><content type='html'>Been really busy with work. Stuff just creeps up on you and before you know it, you are buried to neck level. The year 2007 has not been good to me so far. Other then the ever increasing workload that has been piled on me, my PC got infected by a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still not fixed and I'm now typing this entry on my laptop. Haha. It's not running on the fastest processor but I guess beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been plagued by a case of 'lan tao hua' again. It may sound like good news but it's NOT. I'm being harassed by just about every other guy BUT the one that I ACTUALLY want to harass me. I'm kinda losing it already. Have I not dropped enough hints or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a girl have to do to make a guy notice her? I want to be chased by him and him alone, damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;Next entry:  Par Cun gets my vote for the most awesome move ever to handle unreasonable guests!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-9078910765915588599?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9078910765915588599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=9078910765915588599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/9078910765915588599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/9078910765915588599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-intermission.html' title='Long Intermission'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-2385618785734435814</id><published>2007-01-11T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:36:03.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Marathon Kbox session and more pics..</title><content type='html'>Had a marathon Kbox session last friday with the AMK gang.&lt;br /&gt;And it was really a marathon session, try singing from 8pm to 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we really did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a bunch of loony people who have nothing better to do than spend the whole night attempting to 'sing' all of Jay Chou's songs. I didn't know how it happened but me and XH ended up being the only girls there. Thus being the subject of much ribbing. XH abandoned me at 3am and from then on forced to sing the female part of duets no matter how much I stressed that I've never heard of that song in my life. But did it matter to them? No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just try hitting the high notes on Shan Hu Hai. That Lara is simply not human.&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world can hit notes that high? Needless to say, I massacered the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00045.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00046.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00039.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00041.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00063.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00047.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00049.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Image028.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio or what? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Image005.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Image010.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere on the extreme right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-2385618785734435814?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2385618785734435814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=2385618785734435814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/2385618785734435814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/2385618785734435814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/01/marathon-kbox-session-and-more-pics.html' title='Marathon Kbox session and more pics..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-4212409314778964825</id><published>2007-01-02T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:20:32.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Has it been a year already?!</title><content type='html'>Time sure flies by when you are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Er, sort of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushered in 2007 in pretty much the same fashion as &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-2005and-hello-2006.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. I was working again.&lt;br /&gt;Although there was considerably less fanfare and people around, no balloons were popped next to my ear. So at least that part was a vast improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our own countdown after the function was over where we toasted sparkling grape juice and had our own 7 course dinner. Heh. Cheers to XH, XD, Allan, Wee Kiat, MX, Junxiang(my best partner-ever who's enlisiting on the 12th, will miss working with him), Chor Hoon, Betty and Ace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with the rest of the guys like PC, Shi Ming, Ramlan and BR at Swensen's where we had &lt;strong&gt;more food&lt;/strong&gt;. Ate the vanilla ice-cap &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;the giant earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sinful. No wonder I'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make sense for us to take cabs home so we hung around for a while waiting for the trains to start service. There was &lt;strong&gt;a long, long &lt;/strong&gt;queue at Lucky Plaza.  The guys wanted to play pool so we went to Cineleisure where i saw some of the most one-sided matches ever. I will never look at the losers the same again. So lau kui leh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to all the guys who were gallant enough to send me all the way to Raffles Place. Even though you couldn't do the whole thing properly and send me all the way home. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-dae celebration for Michael:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DGXDandDJ.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the official chalet itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/IMGA0251.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/IMGA0240.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/IMGA0244.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very belated personal celebration at K-box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the last pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice-skating - 020107&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went ice-skating yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Behold the 1st pics for 2007 - collection still incomplete due to some pics not taken by my cam. I just felt like blogging today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00036.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00037.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me with my coach, BR who was like me trying ice-skating for the first time yesterday. Unlike me however, he did not manage to almost concuss himself within the first half hour by landing on the back of his head. He also &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt;(tried being the keyword here) to teach me how to ice-skate. I'm lucky if I can even balance. I'm also eternally grateful to him for not leaving me in the middle of the rink, never mind him laughing at me half the time we were there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've decided that I'm absolutely talentless at this sport unlike sone lucky people. I'm also staying off roller blading if my skills(if you can call it that) at ice-skating are any indication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00034.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00035.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00032.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00033.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-4212409314778964825?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4212409314778964825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=4212409314778964825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/4212409314778964825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/4212409314778964825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2007/01/has-it-been-year-already.html' title='Has it been a year already?!'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-8282246216021436753</id><published>2006-12-29T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T05:11:26.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>枫 | Maple</title><content type='html'>乌云在我们心里搁下一块阴影&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds cast a shadow over our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我聆听沉寂已久的心情&lt;br /&gt;I listen intently to the feelings that have long been silenced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清晰透明&lt;br /&gt;Distinct and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像美丽的风景&lt;br /&gt;Just like a beautiful landscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总在回忆里才看得清&lt;br /&gt;That can only be clearly seen in one's memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缓缓飘落的枫叶像思念&lt;br /&gt;Longing is like maple leaves, slowly drifting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我点燃烛光温暖岁末的秋天&lt;br /&gt;I light a candle to warm this year-end's autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;极光掠夺天边&lt;br /&gt;The aurora steals across the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;北风掠过想你的容颜&lt;br /&gt;The north wind flits across the face that's thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我把爱烧成了落叶&lt;br /&gt;Ashes from my burning heart falls like leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却换不回熟悉的那张脸&lt;br /&gt;But I can never regain (your) familiar face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让爱渗透了地面&lt;br /&gt;Let the love flood through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要的只是你在我身边&lt;br /&gt;I just want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在山腰间飘逸的红雨&lt;br /&gt;The lush mountainside forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随著北风凋零&lt;br /&gt;Withers in the North Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我轻轻摇曳风铃&lt;br /&gt;I sway the windchime gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想唤醒被遗弃的爱情&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to awaken this abandoned love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪花已铺满了地&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes have already covered the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;深怕窗外枫叶已结成冰&lt;br /&gt;Fearing that the maple leaves outside the window are already frozen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-8282246216021436753?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8282246216021436753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=8282246216021436753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8282246216021436753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/8282246216021436753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/12/maple.html' title='枫 | Maple'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-7330409630379678456</id><published>2006-12-22T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T06:46:18.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all dressed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Boogie Wonderland, Gift Exchange and BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flashback 70's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00005.jpg" width="350" height ="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00007.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00016.jpg" width="300" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSC00006.jpg" width="350" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSCN2205.jpg" width="450" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-6439700845197027309</id><published>2006-12-16T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:48:36.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing important'/><title type='text'>Are you a computer geek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_cg.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/cg.php?val=7548" alt="My computer geek score is greater than 25% of all people in the world! How do you compare? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most definitely am not. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-6439700845197027309?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6439700845197027309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=6439700845197027309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6439700845197027309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/6439700845197027309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-computer-geek.html' title='Are you a computer geek?'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-2029746518501010605</id><published>2006-11-23T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:16:56.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Him..</title><content type='html'>我找不到很好的原因去阻挡这一切的亲密&lt;br /&gt;这感觉太奇异我抱歉不能说明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream. You were in it.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered thinking: Why did you appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信这爱情的定义奇迹会发生也不一定&lt;br /&gt;风温柔得清晰也许飘来好消息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this fate or coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;I really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切新鲜有点冒险&lt;br /&gt;请告诉我怎么走到终点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are different, not like the others.&lt;br /&gt;I just saw something new in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有人了解&lt;br /&gt;没有人像我和陌生人的爱恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were like a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;Since that one day, I can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我会开始想念你&lt;br /&gt;可是我刚刚才遇见了你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;You were once the person that I saw but didn't really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怀疑这奇遇只是个恶作剧&lt;br /&gt;我想我已慢慢喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage's done.&lt;br /&gt;Am I too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我拥有爱情的勇气&lt;br /&gt;我任性投入你给的恶作剧&lt;br /&gt;你给的恶作剧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once burnt, twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;Will I have the courage to go through this again?&lt;br /&gt;Despite others thinking I've bounced back since then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我才发现你很耀眼&lt;br /&gt;请让我再瞧瞧你的双眼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I not notice you before?&lt;br /&gt;You were always there.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you just slipped past my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有人了解&lt;br /&gt;没有人像我和陌生人的爱恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always desire for something we can't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-2029746518501010605?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2029746518501010605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=2029746518501010605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/2029746518501010605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/2029746518501010605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/him.html' title='Him..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-587188201192357058</id><published>2006-11-20T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:30:29.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it</title><content type='html'>Some arsehole opened my living room window and now my bed  has ash-like stuff all over it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNNBCCB!!!! I have to change my bedsheets because of some fucker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says someone opened the window and the ash was blown/flew in. I'm guessing it was the former. The m-fucker toppled the plants outside too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SOB will pay big time if I ever found out who did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-587188201192357058?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/587188201192357058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=587188201192357058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/587188201192357058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/587188201192357058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-116368803934620037</id><published>2006-11-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:37.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do before November ends..</title><content type='html'>Been having a horrendous past 2 weeks. There's so much stuff to do at the office that I didn't even realise the haze has cleared. Remarkable since I sit facing the window. And a ceiling to floor type window at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, cleared most of the work for now. Would like to feel some semblence of free time at the office. But if I'm free all the time then there would be no need to hire me then right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, XH for making that last sentence make sense.&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the time being I stopped pissing people off and hopefully from now on people will stop pissing &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a list of stuff that I hope I'll be able to accomplish(or at least start)before November ends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Master the Documentation system so that I won't waste so much time on it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it will be rendered obsolete in about 6 months. Trying to use it to recover B/L data today was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Update all of my databases into the shitty new system&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to delete some old records from the system today. Guess what? It won't let me. The management's trying to sell this as an intergratedand user-friendly system. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How user-friendly can it be when error messages keep popping up? ~!@#$%^&amp;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Get all the photos XH owes me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to her stupid adapter that she can't upload her pics into her pc and send them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. I need to get a new digicam. I've got a new found reason to look forward to bonus time this year. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Find my 'Flashback 70's ' outfit to wear to the D &amp; D this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing's gonna be held on Thursday this year. Everyone's gonna be too hungover to go to work on Friday. And the location? Hard-bloody-rock cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dinner and dance. Which means I wanna sit down to eat my dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the door gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Start watching my Princess Hours vcds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are starting to collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies when you are having fun(or not)right? Another year is almost upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-116368803934620037?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/116368803934620037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=116368803934620037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116368803934620037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116368803934620037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-to-do-before-november-ends.html' title='Things to do before November ends..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-116368189910664488</id><published>2006-11-16T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:33:27.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Celeb lookalike</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/G/storage/site1/files/47/60/06/476006_947414c1b5c554k5u3sh01.JPG" width=600 height=700&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-116368189910664488?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/116368189910664488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=116368189910664488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116368189910664488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116368189910664488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/celeb-lookalike.html' title='Celeb lookalike'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-116187699800712441</id><published>2006-10-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:33:27.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Bunch of random pics plus Hari Raya ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/LunchatCrystalJades.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Department lunch at Crystal Jade Vivocity today..Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/CrystalJadesetting.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting, taken before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obssessed with table settings, dunno why lar.&lt;br /&gt;Must be a occupation thing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/IceFruitcocktailandIcedCoffee.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only pic taken in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;The drink's super though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work at GWP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/CheffortheDay.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace doing his Chef for the day thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Aww-1.jpg" width=280 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Aww.jpg" width=280 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww..so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/BlurDJandXH.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and XH, taken while waiting for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work at Padang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Sleepy.jpg" width=300 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken at 7am in the morning..&lt;em&gt;Zzzzz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DGandDJ.jpg" width=300 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Vforvictory.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folding napkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Istana2.jpg" width=300 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Istana1.jpg" width=300 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Istana front lawn when we were done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of it at Ramlan's. The heavens finally chose to clear the haze that day by giving us a shower. And did it when we were about ready to leave. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up watching High School Musical on the Disney Channel while waiting for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/GWPgrouppic1.jpg" width=420 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big group photo 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/XHMXMDJandPC.jpg" width=420 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big group photo 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DJandMilky.jpg" width=420 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Milky at Ajisen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied BR to Bugis to buy his watch and Michael's bdae present. Luckily we went with him cause he knew the guy selling the watches and we got pretty good discounts. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many watches I wanna buy!&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/originals"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/skin"&gt; and here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/dresswatches"&gt;some more here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/dresswatches/watches/page/3/"&gt;and here too&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/fall2006"&gt;also here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/fall2006/watches/page/4/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/forher/watches/page/2/"&gt;everywhere&lt;/a&gt; and finally &lt;a href="http://store.swatch.com/forher/watches/page/4/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be so broke when I'm done salivating over them. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-116187699800712441?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/116187699800712441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=116187699800712441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116187699800712441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116187699800712441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/bunch-of-random-pics-plus-hari-raya.html' title='Bunch of random pics plus Hari Raya ones'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-116109616786892435</id><published>2006-10-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:37.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell??</title><content type='html'>Burning trees, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze has gotten so bad that I can't see Shenton Way from my office anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the view so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never take fresh air for granted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the PSI reading's hovering around 100 plus when it's clearly(pun unintended) far worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/haze"&gt;Not very accurate but worth knowing anyway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-116109616786892435?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/116109616786892435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=116109616786892435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116109616786892435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116109616786892435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell??'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-116031121881093559</id><published>2006-10-08T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:36.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One hundred and one..</title><content type='html'>Everything's been quite crazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for instance has been such a nightmare, my bosses cannot decide what they want so they just keep on going back and forth, back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm confused. How exactly am I supposed to get anything done if nobody wants to confirm anything with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I sit in the office idling until someone deigns to tell me what exactly it is that they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-116031121881093559?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/116031121881093559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=116031121881093559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116031121881093559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/116031121881093559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-hundred-and-one.html' title='One hundred and one..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-115717418154431340</id><published>2006-09-01T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:34:52.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>The 100th Post</title><content type='html'>Nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/XHandDJ18.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jess at GWP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DJandJess.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWP Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/SiyuandDJ2.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/XHandDJ17.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/BBQGroupPic.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/XHSiyuandDJ.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DJandAceTake2.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/PCandDJ1.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/XHPCandDJ.jpg" width=280 height=200&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115717418154431340?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115717418154431340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115717418154431340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115717418154431340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115717418154431340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/100th-post.html' title='The 100th Post'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-115601404717634502</id><published>2006-08-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:36.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner @GWP</title><content type='html'>Went to GWP's coffee lounge sometime last week for a dept farewell dinner for Cong, the Vietnamese trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a small world right?&lt;br /&gt;Of all the high class hotels in Singapore, Bart Simpson just has to eat at this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I hadn't eaten the food there before.&lt;br /&gt;Wink wink, nudge nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like XH said, be careful who you see there. &lt;br /&gt;Made me kinda worried even before I stepped foot inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who I saw when I had barely taken 2 steps? &lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily I diverted him before he said anything to give me away(at least I hope I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Vellu and Irene too.&lt;br /&gt;Vellu didn't see me but Irene did. &lt;br /&gt;Double shit.&lt;br /&gt;She knows it's me but luckily she didn't say anything. With her big mouth, everyone in the vicinity will know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, the food differed somewhat from the usual buffet fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know, the number of times I have done 'food tasting' at buffet functions.&lt;br /&gt;You know, for 'research' purposes. &lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango agar agar was superb. &lt;br /&gt;~Cue drooling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSCN1341.jpg'width=600 height=440  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/DSCN1344.jpg' width=600 height=440&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115601404717634502?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115601404717634502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115601404717634502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115601404717634502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115601404717634502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/dinner-gwp.html' title='Dinner @GWP'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-115505573456341066</id><published>2006-08-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:34:52.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated XH's bdae last week.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Kbox. Again. &lt;br /&gt;It will kill a certain someone to be deprived of singing for what, 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of playing the usual Happy Bdae, we chose the song that sounded remarkably like it was meant for a 60th bdae  or CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/BdaeGal.jpg' width=240 height=190  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy bdae, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/XH,DJandXD.jpg' width=240 height=190  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/LookingFabulous.jpg' width=190 height=220  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair looking fabulous for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115505573456341066?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115505573456341066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115505573456341066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115505573456341066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115505573456341066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/celebrated-xhs-bdae-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-115409238298302892</id><published>2006-07-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:36.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>16th Asian Bartender Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DJ,Nora,JessandXH.jpg' width=600 height=440  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool watching those professional bartenders, well, bartending.&lt;br /&gt;Throwing all those bottles in the air and all that.&lt;br /&gt;The guests at my tables are so nice too. &lt;br /&gt;I got away with serving only 8 people the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at Michael's table are weirdos. One middle aged woman propositioned him(!) while another guy struck up a conversation with me that I can only describe as extremely uncomfortable. He kept asking me what brand of perfume I was using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I didnt put on any that day. &lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied now, Mr. Pink-striped shirt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115409238298302892?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115409238298302892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115409238298302892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115409238298302892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115409238298302892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/16th-asian-bartender-competition.html' title='16th Asian Bartender Competition'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-115210788614932157</id><published>2006-07-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:36.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Last Saturday...</title><content type='html'>was the Marine Parade GRC appreciation dinner and SM Goh was there to host it at GWP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it was a VVIP event lar. Bomb screenings were actually conducted complete with police dogs and armed personnel. Some of them were not too bad looking, some I recognised from last NDP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanu said it best:"Woah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most stressful thing was I had to serve him together with XH. &lt;strong&gt;2 VIP servers&lt;/strong&gt; for a single table. We had to get a sticker identifying us as &lt;strong&gt;THE people who are allowed to go near him&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus go through a metal detector before we were allowed to step inside the ballroom. Funny thing was, we spent the whole afternoon doing setup in there and it makes no sense whatsoever for us to get out just to go through a scanning device to get inside again.If we really wanted to do anything harmful, we would have hid the stuff inside the ballroom already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying the whole process was superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole dinner was supposed to last for only 2 hrs at the most. For me, it seemed like forever. OMG, it's the longest bloody night of my night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, he's actually pretty easy to serve. It's just that he's the &lt;strong&gt;senior minister&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ex-prime minister&lt;/strong&gt; of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;The whole time, I was thinking :" Please dont f**k this one up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XH and me keep trying to get each other to serve him. It looked rather funny to the others cause they have not yet seen both of us afraid to serve any guest before. On hindsight, I guess it was pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the conversation at the table was soccer, of all things. According to SM Goh, Argentina was robbed by Germany on during normal and extra time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..if you say so, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function ended pretty early, on the account of SM Goh leaving around 10. &lt;br /&gt;Went to 85 for bachor mee with Xiaodi afterwards. He's so sweet to accompany me even though it's already midnight and there's the possibility of him missing his last bus.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's already very devoted to the lovely SY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115210788614932157?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115210788614932157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115210788614932157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115210788614932157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115210788614932157'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/MakantimeatCrazyHorse.jpg' width=220 height=180  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/Halooflight.jpg' width=220 height=180  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makan Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/XDactingcuteagain.jpg' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/Orderingfood.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/Supper.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/SingaporebyMakansutra.jpg' width=210 height=180  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/GWPfamilyphoto21.jpg' width=210 height=180  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/Finishingdessert1.jpg' width=180 height=180  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GWP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/Iseeyou,youseeme.jpg' width=210 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/SYandDJ2.jpg' width=170 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/XH,DJandSY5.jpg' width=220 height=150  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/SYandDJ3.jpg' width=170 height=160  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/Mayfairpool.jpg' width=240 height=160  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-6/1193637/DJandXH17.jpg' width=190 height=160  &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115158405014043948?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-115029925122970291</id><published>2006-06-14T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:36.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days to go..</title><content type='html'>This is so depressing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115029925122970291?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115029925122970291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115029925122970291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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place with the topless dancing girls. I didn't actually catch the full performance though, just a couple of minutes at the end. Four words: Not worth the hype. Seriously, with all the dim lighting plus coloured lights flashiing in your face every 2 seconds, you couldn't see a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The function was not under GWP but a favour from Jess to an ex-barman who used to work there. Let me tell you, working there is not for the faint hearted. The angmohs are like groping you everywhere, intentional or not. I prefer to go with the fact that they are over-friendly. And you have to deal with the drunks and the runaway bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one perk is that the people there are like, super goregeous and 1.8 meters tall at least and the women, super thin. I actually felt fat and short standing next to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of the women came with the men, it's quite obvious at 1st glance which ones are the gold diggers and which ones are not. Most of them appear not to know each other. But by the end of the night, most of them were either giving or receiving lap dances and erm, getting to know each other in a very intimate manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hate the new China girls at GWP. So freaking snobbish.&lt;br /&gt;If you think clearing plates is beneath you, why come to work at all?&lt;br /&gt;If you want to work, why not prove it by taking care of your own table instead assuming that people will do it for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT YOUR REAKIN' MAID!!&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't care if you have 3 thousand people waiting on you hand and foot back in China. You are not in China anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop thinking that you are so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Reality check: You're not, not even close. Your face is llike the after part of an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can take your high and mighty ego and go shove it up your ass. &lt;br /&gt;Fark you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-115000978245147249?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115000978245147249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=115000978245147249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115000978245147249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/115000978245147249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-snobbish-china-girls-and_11.html' title='Of snobbish China girls and the unforgettable night at the Crazy Horse..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114934740985782970</id><published>2006-06-03T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Living Hell</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for the past month or so without Internet was &lt;strong&gt;living hell&lt;/strong&gt;. It gets worse if you're living under the roof of a tyrant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made my poor mom wash clothes at 2 f-king a.m. The landlord I had was one deluded, not to mention utterly insane B.I.T.C.H! And had the audacity to complain to my mom that I didn't show her an ounce of respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you respect if I think you deserve it, you old, wrinkled hag. It is people like her that makes me lose hope for all of mankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shitty stuff happened to me over these 2 months or so. Lately, I found out that target #32564 had a fiance. &lt;strong&gt;Fiance!&lt;/strong&gt; OMG, that was so wrong. I completely lost all interest straight away.  Then Xuan told me that I could always break them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. I may not be a saint but neither do I go around breaking people up. I have principles, even though to some people I have absolutely no good points whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is to wish them all the best. What the heck, its not like he's the ONE or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Xuan, I find myself disliking her more and more. First it's the breaking people up thing, now even XH is finding things fishy between her and someone who-shall-not-be-named. When some 'interrogation' was conducted, she vehemently denied everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like hell you're not interested. It's all over her blog. Why bother keeping it a secret when people can easily access your blog and put two and two together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me, I can't figure out why so many guys are interested in her. Until Michael gallantly pointed out to me, 'she's got big boobs, you don't know meh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ding!' (Light bulb)&lt;br /&gt;Why would I bother noticing a female's boobs?? Men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, went to the Istana for a little event called the swearing in of the Prime Minister and the Cabinet. You may have heard of it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hot that day. Try skirting tables under the sun at 12 noon. Worked together with a bunch of Bali trainees who wiped glasses in the shade all afternoon while I was 'suntanning'. KNNBCCB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess was quite pissed cause all the hard work was done by the BQT staff and Michael was grumbling under his breath all afternoon. Can't blame them, I myself wanted to pull out all their nice-smelling hair strand by strand and hear them scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bathe in the evening cause I smelled like roses after standing in the sun all afternoon. The dead ones. We took our own sweet time which was awesome. I never thought I will feel anything but sticky again. Listening to Jess scolding all the Bali trainees at the briefing was the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I performed a very sacred task: voting in the GE. &lt;br /&gt;My first time eligible and able to vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm kinda lucky cause my voting address was atill registered under the old one which was East Coast GRC. And my new house was on the boundary of Marine Parade GRC. I was like, Phew! Almost didn't get to cast my very precious and important vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you: after the initial excitement of getting to vote for the very first time, the voting process itself was a letdown. Cause I thought at first that I was under Aljunied GRC so I only followed the Aljunied GRC news. Imagine my suprise when I got to the booth and found out that it was actually EC GRC I was under. I was like, Shit, I don't recognise any of the names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid mistake to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture328.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture335.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture311.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture325.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture326.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture314.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture263.jpg" width=180 height=170&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/Picture256.jpg" width=220 height=170&gt;&lt;img 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Hell'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114453983346296818</id><published>2006-04-08T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Airport</title><content type='html'>Now at Changi Airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the availability of the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a taste of the civillized world again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying off to Taiwan in half an hour's time, no more house of horror for the next 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to complain...but I also need time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div 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Airport'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114334481178709595</id><published>2006-03-25T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Cry</title><content type='html'>Will be moving soon(finally, I know!) on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect any updates within a month or so(maybe less than that, it all depends on fate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114334481178709595?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031801.post-114277420968548580</id><published>2006-03-19T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How clumsy of me</title><content type='html'>Fell down the stairs on my way to work on Tuesday, must have been too groggy to watch my steps. I had to hobble to work in high heels since it'll be too late to turn back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it got me out of jogging up Mt. Faber with my colleagues. Joy! BS said I was tall and skinny when I joined the company, now I have more meat on my bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I'm now tall and fat. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to exercise, I did enough of that while in secondary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone want to jog up a hill only to come down later? Don't understand why. I exercise enough on the weekends, thank you very much. Banqueting drains you. Trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I need exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00094.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00095.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00097.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00082.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00096.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00083.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/Image001.jpg' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00089.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/Image004.jpg' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00075.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/DSC00078.JPG' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1129679/Image005.jpg' width=200 height=150  &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114277420968548580?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114277420968548580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=114277420968548580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114277420968548580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114277420968548580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-clumsy-of-me.html' title='How clumsy of me'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114213997110745156</id><published>2006-03-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Some things just don't go well together</title><content type='html'>Working yesterday was the best ever! Only really worked for one hour tops, the rest of the time was spent talking, folding napkins and doing more talking. I even got to go back at 8 while the rest had to deal with a CWD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my work at around 7, just wandered around, took my time eating dinner and went into the ballroom to chat somemore. Everyone thought I was working at the function. I told them, yes, but only until 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine their faces! Hello, I already helped out yesterday when I should have been enjoying my half-day with my hair and my hair alone. Plus, I'm dead tired from working until midnight on Friday and had to pry myself off the bed to get myself to work at 10 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the function I was doing yesterday was a church's encounter weekend. Guess what the theme was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding. I heard stuff like,"Sex is not dirty, Sex is intimacy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay...&lt;/em&gt;If you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did you know that the woman's breast is mentioned in the Bible? And sex was encouraged by God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said that I had a very easy time working yesterday, it was because Ace stationed me inside the terrace for an hour so that I could learn gems such as these. Guess I should thank him for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114213997110745156?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114213997110745156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=114213997110745156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114213997110745156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114213997110745156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-things-just-dont-go-well-together.html' title='Some things just don&apos;t go well together'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114165365186967944</id><published>2006-03-06T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of opening our mouths</title><content type='html'>OMG, all I did was to make a remark to Xiaodi about how Chef Big Eyes has well, mesmerizing big eyes and suddenly it seems like half the GWP banquet staff knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of verbal communication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114165365186967944?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114165365186967944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=114165365186967944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114165365186967944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114165365186967944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/03/power-of-opening-our-mouths.html' title='The power of opening our mouths'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114154317142773178</id><published>2006-03-04T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>I thought Jonathan and his minions were bad. Actually, not all of them were that horrible. It's just that I find Jonathan so detestable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, just when I thought I'll never met anyone worse than Jonathan(with the sole exception of Ron), this bunch of guys comes along and makes my dislike of J seem like a case of mere annoyance with the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Logan. What can I say about him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude with a capital R, that's what. Never in my life have I met a more impolite fellow. Clearly, his parents and teachers never taught him &lt;strong&gt;any manners&lt;/strong&gt;. What's makes it so amazing is that even Ron practices manners occasionally. And that's saying something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This f-ing SOB actually accused me of taking away the water jugs from him when I was just helping him fill up the water goblets for his group. KNNBCCB. Get this straight, there are &lt;strong&gt;5 water jugs sitting there and none of them has your name on it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not helping anyone in the future. Ungrateful ingrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the water jug thing, yesterday night was quite enjoyable. Lots of newbies, but it's ok since the function is a charity dinner for the Singapore American School so it's a Western set dinner. And each of us only needs to take care of our own table. Btw, each table costs &lt;strong&gt;10 grand&lt;/strong&gt;. I practically hyperventilated when I heard it. I thought 700 bucks per head was a waste of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the newbies had the dragonballz spiky 'do and looks a lot like Del.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute chef had really big eyes that I really want for myself. Boy, were they mesmerizing. Like Xuan said, I was really 'motivated' the whole day. Motivated as in going into the kitchen to pick up most of my group's food. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114154317142773178?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114154317142773178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=114154317142773178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114154317142773178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114154317142773178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114092154440972640</id><published>2006-02-25T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Slowpokes and farking statues</title><content type='html'>Very tired and achy all over now. Gotten 2 no-good partners for 2 weeks in a row now. Sian. At least the one I had last night was just moving slowly as opposed to the one last week where she was just stood there and &lt;strong&gt;stared&lt;/strong&gt; while I worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise I can tolerate slowpokes more than ever. And manage not to yell at them. That much. Because I know for every slowpoke, there will be one that's even slower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; working with a slowpoke is still bettter than working with a statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fark Yani. If I get her as a partner again, one of us will perish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114092154440972640?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114092154440972640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=114092154440972640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114092154440972640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114092154440972640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/02/slowpokes-and-farking-statues.html' title='Slowpokes and farking statues'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-114018028754784745</id><published>2006-02-17T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One good turn does NOT lead to another</title><content type='html'>I don't feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to complete my IDL for the past 2 months, finally I managed to finish it with a lot help of my AM and very little from BS. The whole thing was delayed because of system instability and enhancement. To accomplish the whole thing, I had to stay back &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt; for the last month. So please don't tell me &lt;strong&gt;I'm not putting in enough effort or taking this matter very lightly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to criticize me nor the way I do my work. I wasn't told to follow any guidelines so &lt;strong&gt;I can and I will do things my way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even work under you, so fuck off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how it's like to come into the office and have to face the same screen all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to spend half the day figuring out why one figure's gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to rush for the deadline &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; juggle all your other work at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what it's like to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So fuck off and leave me alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to veil your sarcasm in your words to my boss. I know you are talking about me. In fact, everyone does. Do you honestly think I'm that stupid not to figure it out? I'm trying my best as it is, it is &lt;strong&gt;due to your incompetence that I'm stuck in this mess in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just covering up for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, one good turn doesn't lead to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I'm gonna snap and it ain't gonna be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-114018028754784745?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114018028754784745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=114018028754784745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114018028754784745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/114018028754784745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-good-turn-does-not-lead-to-another.html' title='One good turn does NOT lead to another'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113991977447733545</id><published>2006-02-14T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:35.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>I see another bouquet of flowers, I'm gonna hurl...&lt;br /&gt;I see another PDA, I'm gonna start looking for a cleaver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw V-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113991977447733545?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113991977447733545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113991977447733545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113991977447733545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113991977447733545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/02/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113982377174663015</id><published>2006-02-13T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:34.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>110206-120206</title><content type='html'>Arms and legs are still aching from Sat's function, rushing up and down the whole night. GWP was seriously short handed. I think it must be an auspicious day for holding wedding ceremonies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person to 2 tables. Thank God I'm one of the VIP servers. Yes, this is the one time I'm actually glad I got this uneviable task. But I still have to serve another additional table with Ah Fong. But I was bumped to the normal table after the 1st course. Muharni practically snatched the shark's fin bowl away from me and I ended up serving the normal table. But he did the portioning so slow that I served the VIP table myself. Hey, it means I'm faster than him! OMG, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff over at Windsor definitely had it worse. 3 to 7 tables! It's insane. I'm thanking my lucky stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jonathan pissed me off again. Screw him. Not in that way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;York is still calling me old. Sian. He'll get what's coming to him. Kenniese and Elise keep tailing him like lost puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of them have such beautiful names and yet look like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'm just jealous. Plus, I didn't see the cute chef so I was never in a good mood to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to K-box yesterday. Sang horribly as usual then met up with Xiaodi.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiped a lot. Went to AMK to have dinner because we had nothing better to do. Later took off to the airport to see Ying off. Will miss you girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113982377174663015?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113982377174663015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113982377174663015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113982377174663015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113982377174663015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/02/110206-120206.html' title='110206-120206'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113889042953468492</id><published>2006-02-02T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:08:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Nian Chu Wu le...</title><content type='html'>Time for me to start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have 1 more day of rest than other people but still I have the temptation to take leave leave until Monday. But work awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a recap of what happened since the last time I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd-25th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working OT everyday as to prepare to go on leave from Friday onwards. Developed a bad cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, just before CNY too. No more Mandarin oranges for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTed until 8 p.m. The latest I've ever worked there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not very late but the system had shut down for the day. What else could I do? No point in staying any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done my shopping yet. (I know it's cutting a little close, doing my shopping on the eve of the eve of CNY) Borrowed Juliet's Espirit card and went crazy at the Harborfront outlet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not get any boots. No one sells decent boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and spring cleaned until 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around noon, spring cleaned a little until about 3 p.m. Then went back to GWP to collect my leftover pay. Spent the money within an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already in Orchard, might as well shop there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Alan and Sharon. Am amazed they are still together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eve of CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around noon to continue my spring cleaning. So very tired when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested a little before going for my reunion dinner at some Mongolian resturant in Park Mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food kinda sucks, except for those they cook for you on the spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu Yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TPY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambled and lost money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Grumbles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear red also can lose money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu Er&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong East in the afternoon. Was bored as hell. Just sat there and collected angbao. Ok lar, mustn't complain. Got money then take lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Bishan to continue my annual gambling session. I had better luck this time round. Managed to recoup most of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu San&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael suggested going to Jess's house, so met up with him, XH, Xuan, PC, Xiaodi and SY at TPY to go over together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprise, suprise. Nick and York were there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obiviously Xuan was very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because space was kinda tight there, York and I were stuck in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good thing cause he proceeded to tell me how ignorant I am about the sexual anatomy of the cat family and their mating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again, I need the knowledge for what purpose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick told me I had a very narrow perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me, how is it that I have a narrow perspective when a certain someone fell out with Ron over a miserable ice bucket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok since I'm sandwiched between 2 of GWP's most lusted over BQT staff for the better part of 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not for the 1st time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat that, Xuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cruel sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to dinner with the whole motley crew when Nick suggested going to Nora's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there were 7 of us and only 2 with bikes, obiviously not all of us can fit into a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan got to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat on Nick's bike too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I'm deadly afraid of getting onto bikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if York's the one driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what he might do. I don't wanna die young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So into the cab I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora stays in Tanglin Regency. Super nice place. Super nice pool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Lianyi and Ron there. Zhen shi huo jian gui le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously debating whether to push him into the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren bu wei ji tian zhu di mie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, he might be thinking the same thing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think he recognised me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and my hairstyle has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu Si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Betty's and later Xuan's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overshot on bus 153. Ended up in the middle of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan laughed her ass off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, this girl ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XH and Xiaodi kept mentioning that Ron and me would make a perfect pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuo wei yuan jia lu zai mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they are out of their minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much ba kwa, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be with a wife beater. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering my bedtimes these past few days, it's a miracle I managed to pry myself off the bed. But I overslept on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at Redhill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab. Then went to tapau breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I'm already late. Might as well take my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent half the morning clearing my mail, the other half talking to my AM. What a productive morning I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss treated us to CNY lunch at some Chinese resturant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes are the same as a CWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter served us the fish but only one serving gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Never cut the fish for us already bad enough le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Me the experienced fish cutter to the rescue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish never looked better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113889042953468492?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113889042953468492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113889042953468492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113889042953468492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113889042953468492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/02/da-nian-chu-wu-le.html' title='Da Nian Chu Wu le...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113793060677983386</id><published>2006-01-22T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Went back to GWP to work on Friday cause I'm so helpful. Heh. Actually its because Jess needs people desperately, again. Would have clocked OT at my regular workplace otherwise, but after battling with the bloody slow system all day I just have no mood to input anything else le. So off to GWP I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was VIP again. Not so good for me but at least I wasn't serving the bridal table. The function started at 9. 9! Have to rush the dishes a bit but managed to finish it by 11. So proud of Ah Fong and myself for doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a cute chef during the function. Never seen him in the banquet kitchen before. But he seems to know what he's doing. The dishes are always on time. He's tall, fit and very friendly. Did I mention that he's cute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back yesterday also. Was late on the account of staying too long at my AM's place trying to solve her Itunes problem. She's so nice, buying me lunch and drinks. Her youngest daughter is sooo cute! Kind of like a younger version of my youngest cousin. Only more of a crybaby. She cried like, 5 times during the 2 hours I was there. ~Sweats~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took a cab to GWP. Would have made it on time but there was a huge jam on the CTE. Fell asleep on the cab, woke up and I was still on the same stretch of road. Thought I was going to have a heart attack cause of the running meter but the final fare was only about a dollar more than ususal. ~Shrugs~ Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to set up a whole function by myself. Luckily, its only 9 tables. Managed to finish on time but Ace won't let me go to dinner. He kept telling me to do stuff that I could have done later, like set up my own VIP side station. Look, if I'm not worried about it, why should he? It's just preparing my serving gear and plates for later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the very cute chef again. Saw Nick and York too. I'm a very happy girl yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very relaxed time yesterday doing VIP. The guests ate fast, the dishes were staggered. Even had time to talk to the barman and flirt with the cute chef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either my memory is failing me or there are too many new people coming in. I have all these newbies coming up to me these couple of days asking me stuff. It's like almost every new staff knows my name and I'll be like: Huh?/Do I know you?/Have I taught you before?/Did we do a function together once? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have been partnered with a newbie(the chances of that happening nowadays are close to nil), there's no way I'll remember all their names. Unless they do something sensational, like quarrel with someone, hang around with my clique or piss me off royally. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, only Xiaodi and Xiaohui will call me da jie. Don't really mind them calling me that cause I really do treat them like my siblings. Then York heard and now &lt;strong&gt;he's&lt;/strong&gt; calling me that too. Screw him. He's always doing little things like that to piss me off. Because according to him, I look very entertaining when I'm pissed. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Nick calls me that too. Hello, I'm like 3 months younger than he is. I should be calling him da ge instead, which I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that I was very obedient. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to punch him for that line alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also suspect Xuan likes him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have not started shopping for CNY. &lt;br /&gt;Hai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113793060677983386?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113793060677983386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113793060677983386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113793060677983386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113793060677983386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113759970316203697</id><published>2006-01-18T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...</title><content type='html'>I am such a nice and highly efficient indivudual, I have decided to reward you with pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying, this is for your benefit hor. All taken from the highly popular &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/16995390855827lXYZ.jpg' width=400 height=300  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;York the big hotshot Lawyer is on the left, Nick the future Engineer on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/18269585125206lXYZ.jpg' width=280 height=350  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ron. Appropriately enough, this pic was captioned Hades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, it was pure coincidence that both pics are topless ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113759970316203697?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113759970316203697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113759970316203697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113759970316203697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113759970316203697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/because.html' title='Because...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113750846731552359</id><published>2006-01-17T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Let me tell you a story...</title><content type='html'>When I was young, my first ambition was to become a teacher. Heh. You must remember that back then, THE SHOW to watch was the one with Aiyoyo and Li Nanxing. Cannot blame lar, too young to watch anything else and actually understand what the hell is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as years goes by, I wanted to be many other things. Except being a shrew, which is exactly what I grew up to be. The point is, not many of us grow up to accomplish things that we imagine ourselves doing at the age of six. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that I would never make it as an educator. First of all, I can't stand wailing kids.  I would sooner slap them than try to instill sense into their heads. Give me the giggling babies anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the kids of this generation will eat me alive. Seriously, you can't cane them, lecture them or even touch them. Physical contact with them will just shatter their fragile exterior or whatever. My foot. They will climb over your head if you let them. That's why I will, in the event that I actually have the desire to procreate, NOT spare the rod. A good sound beating is needed sometimes to instill a sense of discipline into them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been around too many bratty children recently. Why aren't parents disciplining their children like they should? I swear, if one more kid kicks me in the shin on the train one more time, I'm going to twist their bratty little ankles and introduce them to the meaning of pain. How can they sit there smiling and do nothing while their offspring creates chaos right in front of their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Singapore has a falling birth rate. Everyone probably seen one brat too many and decided to save themselves the trouble of raising a monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stress at work lately. Why doesn't anyone understand that I need time to go through my emails and follow up on them? They can't possibly expect me to finish updating everything in one week right? A couple of weeks ago, I had a horrendously long backlog of stuff I need to update and create. Because I'm also supposed to complete the data creation and uploading into the company's new system, I really can't cope with the workload. Then one of the AMs came over to ask me whether I was completing my IDL yet. WTF? I can't even finish up my existing backlog, let alone input any data. I tried to explain but really, whatever she was accusing me of not doing was getting to me. I don't even work under me and there she was, bossing me around. I almost ended up crying in the ladies. Why am I being subjected these unfair practices, I want to know? It's not like I can't take pressure, I've served several MPs, been the VIP server for countless functions, survived what Ron called justified bullying and went to hell and back at my poly attachment company. And has anyone tried carrying more than 200 plates while running in two and a half hours? Not the plastic ones but those made from porcelain. Try doing that. What do you mean I can't take it? I just can't stand her smug attitude. I'm not the one spending all days kissing the ass of my SM and doing virtually nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of kissing ass and doing nothing, I want to kill Bart Simpson. He's an such an idiot that no amount of medicine will ever cure him. Tell me, what for you go to SIM and still rely on me to check the DB for you? What do they pay him 1.7K for? To bloody test my memory power? I don't have a photographic memory and if I did, I most certainly would not be working there. I would have 2 f-ing MBAs to my name already. And studying for my third. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I told him something he deserves to hear, he had the audacity to look wounded. What? He had it coming for ages, messing with me and pissing me off. He should go back to Springfield, Simpsonland where he rightfully belongs. Luckily, I still have my other AM to bitch with. Otherwise I woud have gone crazy bottling up all my feelings of unjust towards people who dare to call themselves my colleagues and yet sit there and gloat while I struggle to meet my deadlines. KNN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, office politics. Can't say anything bad about them, to their faces at least. What I really want to stay to them is to go F themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my GWP therapy fast. Not able to make it last week because dear Ying decided to hold her farewell BBQ the same day as a function. Don't balme her lar. It will probably be the last chance I get to see her in a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not going back this week also. Need to help my AM configure her Itunes. How can anyone not know how to operate it? It's practically idiot-proof! Then Xiaohui wants to go shopping again, don't know whether it will be a group outing. I hope not, shopping was never meant to be a group activity and I really want to do some serious shopping. I want to get boots for CNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, random shots sent to me. Some dating back to last Christmas, has it been 3 weeks already? Xiaohui and her stupid camera lor, take so long to develop. Get a digicam, takes virtually no time at all. Plus, you can delete those ugly shots that you want no one ever to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/Focus.jpg' width=320 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was singing Rainie Yang's Ai Mei. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/Haochi.jpg' width=320 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony should not be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/Leileilei.jpg' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken after the amazing 16 hours I clocked on NYE. Yeah, I was falling asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on 2nd Jan 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/MichaelTingYee.JPG' width=300 height=220  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/TingYeeMicKai.JPG' width=380 height=230  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/neo6.JPG' width=220 height=300  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/neo2.JPG' width=220 height=300  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/neo3.JPG' width=220 height=300  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/neo4.JPG' width=220 height=300  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/neo5.JPG' width=220 height=300  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/Coolingtimes.jpg' width=260 height=200  &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113750846731552359?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113750846731552359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113750846731552359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113750846731552359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113750846731552359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-me-tell-you-story.html' title='Let me tell you a story...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113688041881570494</id><published>2006-01-09T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:34:52.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>It's a b-e-a-u-tiful day</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to start off by saying congrats to my Xiaodi for successfully snagging the most compatible girl for himself yesterday. Can't help saying that I saw it coming a long time ago, haha. In fact, I pride myself for being the one that brought them together. Ok lar, shall not divulge too much of their mushy stuff le. He better take good care of her from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy today cause it's a PH and I don't have to work(duh!). I get to sleep in which I've never had the chance to in a long, long time. Thus, I'm going to blog about how happy I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding lar. Since when have my entries not involved some kind of written(or should it be typed?)abuse or another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to GWP on last Sunday to work, saw Michael there..again. He's a big, fat(ok lar, he's not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fat)liar. Everytime say he wants to stop because of school reopening and yet I still see him there week in, week out. But still, lucky he's there lar, otherwise I wouldn't have anyone to talk to because Xiaodi's totally into his 'newly beloved'. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about work except for one guest being sibeh guai lan. I don't even know what word to use to describe her. Tell me, what do you call someone who refuses to make eye contact with you? Normally when we serve people, because of their seating arrangement we'll just hand the plate to them. It's just too much of a waste of time to place the plate in front of them. This woman? Refuses to take the plate that I handed her when other more fussier guests(believe me, I've met more than my fair share)have &lt;strong&gt;no fucking problems doing so&lt;/strong&gt;. Fucking hell. I really felt like taking her plate of food and smashing it into her horse face. KNN. Never met anyone so damn guai lan as her and that's saying something. What else can I do but to guai guai de put her stupid food in front of her. Even when clearing, she refuses to touch any thing other than her drink and pair of chopsticks. This function is not a high class Western set dinner ok? Tell me, since when have CWDs warrant this type of service? Everything's chop chop and go. I tell you, if every guest is like her I would have QUIT a long time ago. In contrast, the rest of the table is super nice. They even take the time to chat with me lor and the grandparents are very nice and not fussy at all, unlike some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally gotten the pics courtesy of Xiaodi from our shopping trip that wasn't really a shopping trip. None of us bought more than one item. Everyone bought the same T-shirt, diao. I guess Xiaohui's going to make us wear it when we go house-hopping during CNY, if we ever get round to doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/02010609.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a seriously disturbing photo. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/02010608.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-1/1131907/02010607.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c122/liting_83/02010601.jpg" width=200 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo took a lot of courage from me. We were standing in the middle of a busy pedestrian walkway in broad daylight. Not a problem for Xiaohui of course. She's the Master of pulling stunts like this. In case you were wondering, we are trying to imitate the statues behind us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: When is it going to stop raining? Water has been falling from the sky for 3 days non-stop. On Sunday, I very nearly froze to death in the Terrace cause of the rain plus the aircon being switched on. And normally, I had a view of the CBD from my seat in the office. Yesterday, the CBD disappeared! Hidden by the rain! How cool is that? Except Shenton Way floods everytime there's a heavy downpour. Imagine what 3 days of continuous rain can do. Couldn't have been fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is seriously skewed these days. But it's pleasantly cool at night. Saves a lot of money since no one in their right minds would switch on the aircon. And I heard that India had snow(!) from Jessica. Haha. Don't know whether she's pulling my leg or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Day After Tomorrow-esque the weather has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113688041881570494?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113688041881570494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113688041881570494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113688041881570494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113688041881570494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-b-e-u-tiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a b-e-a-u-tiful day'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113655663924968023</id><published>2006-01-06T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests, tests and more tests..</title><content type='html'>Once you start taking these, you don't feel like stopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Boyish Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/boyish-sexy.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football...&lt;br /&gt;Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/angry.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;But when you don't get your way, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;Like a very manipulative kid, you will get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes a little kicking and screaming.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/a-little-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/sweet-talker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"&lt;br /&gt;You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...&lt;br /&gt;Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.&lt;br /&gt;The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.&lt;br /&gt;You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Part Diva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadivaquiz/part-diva.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that a girl's gotta work it to get her way in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't about to throw a tantrum at every turn...&lt;br /&gt;You do amp up the drama when you know you need it.&lt;br /&gt;You mix charm, honesty, and kindness to get ahead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadivaquiz/"&gt;Are You a Diva?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Maneater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/maneater.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl all the chicks hate...&lt;br /&gt;And guys are both scared of you yet strangely drawn in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Logical and Principled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/social.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to voice your well thought out opinions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone doesn't what you write, you really don't care!&lt;br /&gt;Serious and blunt, sometimes people take your blog the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;But you're a true and loyal friend to those who truly get you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE4E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF1EF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Friendly Astrologer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are honest and direct. You tell it like it is.&lt;br /&gt;You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Agnostic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/agnostic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Boyish and 80% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...&lt;br /&gt;But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;All American Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.&lt;br /&gt;And while this may not seem big, it can be.&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your World View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content. &lt;br /&gt;You value kindness and try to live by your ideals. &lt;br /&gt;You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respect truth and are flexible. &lt;br /&gt;You like people, and they can readily make friends with you. &lt;br /&gt;You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-choosy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men notice you light years before you notice them&lt;br /&gt;You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky&lt;br /&gt;You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter&lt;br /&gt;It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113655663924968023?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113655663924968023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113655663924968023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113655663924968023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113655663924968023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/tests-tests-and-more-tests.html' title='Tests, tests and more tests..'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113621092800571544</id><published>2006-01-02T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2005...and Hello 2006</title><content type='html'>It's the New Year! Hopefully, it will be a better one for me than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ushered in the NY by working. So fun right? At least it's better than squeezing through the crowds in Orchard Rd on NY eve and being molested by Bangala workers. Not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at a VVIP function unveiling the new Windsor Ballroom at GWP. It's super super nice and huge and NEW. Way better than the old ballroom. Hehe. Getting sick of the tight space over there, no more squeezing through chairs for me. I wonder what it will be like to work there in the future. Just not for Western lunches or dinners, they are much too troublesome. The money's very easy to earn though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, important functions like these calls for special attention to the set up so we had to start work very early. Reached the palce at 10 in the morning and spent the whole afternoon folding napkins and filling up the salt and pepper shakers with Xiao Hui. So sick of looking at napkins le. Imagine having to fold 300 of them in a afternoon, it's a miracle I didn't scream bloody murder after 2 hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that was used that day was brand new, even the staff. Hehe. Well, technically none of us had worked there beforehand so for the first time in a long, long while I'm as much of a newbie as the rest! Haha, everyone still asks me where stuff are kept though, I'm just as clueless as they are. We had lots of time on our hands, since the function is so important that everyone had to reach there super early. The latest person started work at 2 pm! The briefing alone lasted for 2 hours. ~Sweat~ There was a lot of spare time left over and so we indulged Xiao Hui with her favourite activity for once: photo taking and video shooting. Heh. She's one very happy girl that day. All these done using camera phones of course, none of us have the desire to be sued by the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that was on the menu that day was good stuff. I'm not talking about shark's fin and abalone. Those are so passe. Get this: they had crab and lobster for appetizer, chicken essence with some ingredients I can't recall, &lt;strong&gt;foie gras&lt;/strong&gt;, lime sorbet, veal or halibut(some kind of fish) and some really awful dessert. Yeah, I know the dessert's awful cause I tasted it. Shh... Don't tell anyone it was Ron who did the stealing, not me. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all Western dinners, we were assigned individual tables and grouped accordingly. And I'm really damn suay, got paired with Xiaodi and Ron. I don't think there's anything working with the former but with Ron? Hai... It's hard to tell which one of us is more angry with the turn of events at that point. Working with the both of them was ok, except Xiaodi's more easily distracted by stuff than Ron. He ended up being very pissed cause Xiaodi would run off to do some other random stuff. Not that I mind, the part about him running off anyway. My table turned up pretty late so I had no problems covering for him. Then again, I wasn't the one who had to do more work. The guests at both Ron and my table were very funny though, they kept calling Ron to my table and vice versa. We both ended up doing more stuff for each other's table than for our own. Heh. All of them are very nice though, taking into account that they paid more than 700 bucks individually to attend the gala dinner(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO, the lead up to the dying minutes of 2005 was pretty good. The band that played and the singers - some famous 70s group called the 3 degrees, was fantastic. I actually liked some of their songs despite not being around during that era. Granted, I had to endure the horrendous soundcheck all afternoon. Where else could I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the festive mood and all, some of the staff got drunk. Yes, you read right, STAFF got drunk. Ron and Mr. Hotshot Lawyer drank A LOT of alcohol just before the countdown. While seeing York drunk is fairly entertaining, watching Ron was NOT. If possible, he's more of an ass than usual. He kept popping the bloody balloons next to most of the girls, but mostly me, according to Xiao Hui. Stupid idiot. Hell, I was bloody pissed. So pissed in fact, I yelled at him in front of all the staff in the new ballroom. What a way to start 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Whenwewerebored.jpg' width=340 height=270  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken during the setting up of the Windsor Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Windsorballroom.jpg' width=545 height=400  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the stage behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/DSC00099.JPG' width=350 height=290  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing, testing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/HappyNY.JPG' width=520 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3..2..1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/NYcountdown.jpg' width=545 height=450  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy NY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Hats.jpg' width=430 height=350  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Yummy.jpg' width=530 height=430  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating from the Buffet spread..Yes, we were given permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/FangSheng.jpg' width=530 height=430  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of wackjobs. The hats look familiar don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/4statues.JPG' width=500 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Anywherebuthere.JPG' width=500 height=380  &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113621092800571544?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113621092800571544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113621092800571544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113621092800571544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113621092800571544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-2005and-hello-2006.html' title='Goodbye 2005...and Hello 2006'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113586456158530326</id><published>2005-12-29T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>It's gonna be one very long ride</title><content type='html'>The cons of not blogging properly for a long time. Yup, I have forgotten what I wanted to talk about. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for people to send me my photos, they seriously owe me a shitload of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, photos from &lt;em&gt;eons&lt;/em&gt; ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's taken the day we went to Cartel, can't really remember. Too long ago lar, oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/rockmyarse.jpg' width=277 height=384  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Gang21.JPG' width=277height=384  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Gang41.JPG' width=277 height=384  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Gang31.JPG' width=277 height=384  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the last one. I look very glam in that one, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;We are sort of like runners-up in a beauty pageant surrounding the winner. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Except, I don't know what Xuan thinks she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm blogging for the period leading up to Boxing Day, let's start in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eve of the eve of Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my D &amp; D on that day. My first D &amp; D wor! Ok lar, I've been to lots of them but it's always work and obviously none was my own. It's quite fun to dress up and stuff. But the process of buying a dress, shoes, accessories, etc etc was a huge nightmare. It is held too bloody close to Christmas so shopping for those was akin to fighting a war. It's not a joke queuing for the dressing rooms I tell you. And booking appointments to do your hair, makeup and nails was... challenging to say the least. But I liked the results! I had my hair curled and glitter all over. Super nice! I really want to get my hair done like that permanently. Haha. Didn't use my own camera to take the pictures though, will have to get them from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dinner itself, it was held at some hotel in Orchard Road. I'm declining to name it for obvious reasons that I'm going to slam it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not Goodwood Park by the way. Won't it be a coincidence if it was? I'll probably be recognized by half the staff there and be in seriously deep shit if any of them had a slip of the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, the service there SUCKS. Even I think I can provide better service than what was given to me that night, and that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down the things they did wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ignoring the guests - A big no-no in my book. I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; ignore my guests, especially when they are waving at me. Minus 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not topping up the drinks - WTF? We don't need to drink is it? My glass was one quarter full for 80% of the dinner. Minus 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Service too slow - 20 minutes for one course? 4 hours for 8 courses? What the hell is going on? If it had been GWP, we would have served it in 2 and a half hours flat, give or take 10 minutes. I'm not exaggerating. Minus 100 points for making me starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No 2nd helping - What? You think all of us are on diets or something? Minus another 100 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing though, the entertainment was &lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;. We had Kumar and his 2 very cute looking(but most likely gay)dancers to entertain us. Most of his jokes aren't suitable to be repeated here though, he only promotes 'family values', not family entertainment. See if you get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to GWP to work, the money's easy to earn for that day. Buffet wor, how hard can it get? Anyway, can shun bian celebrate Xiaodi's birthday. Haha, stupid right? Earn money then straight away go and spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron came back on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances? I seriously thought he wasn't going to. Of course, the atmosphere was sufficiently awkward, given our very rich history together. Xiaohui even wanted to message me beforehand to warn me that he was back, just to give me time to compose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, try not to strangle him. Yeah right, one blow from him can finish me off. I'm not in such a hurry to die. But working with him again was ok lar, just like when we first started working together a long, long time ago. But some things just can't be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he's done being pissed off at me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the function ended at seven(Strange right? A function ending so early on Christmas), we went Cineleisure to eat pasta because the almost-birthday boy wanted to. Many funny things happened, it always does when the 4 of us are together. Like suaning Xiaohui and her habit of taking neoprints everytime we go out, we must always sign on the tissue/receipt/flyer of every single place we visit, act cute when she wants us to, etc etc. I even have my standard act cute pose now. Disgusting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Partyworld to sing cause K Box was too X. Partyworld wasn't cheap too, hundred bucks for 4 hours leh. Sha ren fang huo! But I had a great time lar. Xiaodi can be the next Jeff Chang/Guang Liang/Kelvin Tan wor. Qing ge wang zi! But the one that takes the cake was Michael, sometimes I don't know whether he's singing or yelling. All I say is: He should never be allowed near a mike ever again. But his hamming for the camera was super farnie. Especially to the Ah ya song about red beans. Heh. Xiaodi was very gan dong that we actually became siao that day just for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished about 1 plus that day, reached home about 3 plus in the morning. Shared a cab with Xiaodi where he talked about how touched he is. Lucky I had someone who stays in the same area as me cause Xiaohui's cab fare came to twenty big ones. Her pay for Christmas really pao tang le lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxing Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to Christmas wan de tai feng le, woke up with no voice. Oops, but I regained some of it as the day went by. See, no one can resist my beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pukes~ I must be hanging around Michael too much. Sprouting too much crap lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, York came back. Must be the time of the year for making comebacks. I don't like being outwitted by the Lawyer but it sure beats looking at Jonathan and his minions all the time. Now he's taken to calling me Dajie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when have I become his sis? Too many people calling me that le. I look that old meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sobs~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked the whole day, 2 different functions. Ended up being the VIP server for both of them. It's getting really hard to refrain from cursing at my bad luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron was in both of them. At the rate things are going, I will be striking lottery soon. That's 3 functions in a row now. Why is Jessica doing this to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the night function he was paired with my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;I really don't know who to feel sorry for. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did my part as a cousin by warning her about him and his tendencies towards violence. She ended up slowing him down during the function from my vantage point at the front of the ballroom. I went to help them out of the goodness of my heart, so by the end of the whole thing he was talking civilly to me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it remains that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113586456158530326?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113586456158530326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113586456158530326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113586456158530326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113586456158530326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-gonna-be-one-very-long-ride.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be one very long ride'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113546922761136601</id><published>2005-12-24T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:43.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>It's 2 weeks to the date since I last blogged and it wasn't even a proper entry. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining heavily at my side since 5 f-ing a.m., since the weather is so cool nowadays I slept with the window open. And my bed's right beside the window.&lt;br /&gt;Terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to sleep early due to my handphone riniging non-stop until about 1 a.m.. My mom was so irritated that she told me to switch it to silent mode. How am I supposed to know someone's looking for me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out anywhere yesterday. So loser right? Between staying in the comfort of my home and jostling with the mob that is out there, I rather stay home. Even Eastpoint was crowded, can you imagine? Took me half an hour to place my order. ~Sighs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the ungodly hour of 8 a.m and I have to work in 2 hours. Great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113546922761136601?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113546922761136601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113546922761136601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113546922761136601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113546922761136601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113436401749746493</id><published>2005-12-11T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on leave today. Yes!</title><content type='html'>Took leave today to make up for my lost sleep over the past...few weekends. I can't even remember when was the last time I really slept in on a weekend. And it took one remark from Kai Sze for me to realise how sleep deprived I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have such dark eye circles that makeup can't even cover it.~Sighs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113436401749746493?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113436401749746493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113436401749746493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113436401749746493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113436401749746493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-on-leave-today-yes.html' title='I&apos;m on leave today. Yes!'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113326616212558931</id><published>2005-11-29T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>26.11.05</title><content type='html'>The 26th of November, hmm how do I begin to describe it? It's way up there as far as frustrating days go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I had no company. And when you have no one for company during a function, time passes by &lt;em&gt;really slowly&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I wasn't really alone. Michael was there but it's not the same as hanging around females. What guy in their right mind would discuss how cute the guy at the next table is with a girl? Unless he's... Ahem, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the afternoon function turned out to be just like the song &lt;strong&gt;BAD DAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a line from the song that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the system goes on a blink and the whole thing turns out wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, the system is the VIP server and she's goes cuckoo and I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing that turns out wrong meaning the order of the dishes was all wrong. That's real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the fish being served before the duck. The fish ALWAYS comes after the duck/chicken. Any self respecting banquet staff should know that. The whole cock up started from there. I'm not saying that I'll be a better VIP server or anything but when the chefs screw up the order, the captains should be informed right? So the VIP aunty went ahead and served the fish first anyway. I understand her logic of serving the food while it's warm but won't people question if the order of the food is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the toasting. This time, the newbies(one of my cousins amongst them) served the food while the whole yum seng is still going on. ~Slaps forehead~ Who the hell is going to eat at that time? Moreover, it is a huge inconvenience squeezing through the chairs cause all of the guests are standing. Tudor Terrace isn't exactly the size of the National Stadium you know. Get this: While they are happily serving the food, the VIP server haven't even brought the food out to be served yet. Isn't it just wonderful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think all the newbies behave like monkeys. Monkey see, monkey do. They move in packs. The running joke amongst us is that if you ever need to find one of them, just look for a crowd of people and chances are, the person will be there. I'm not saying this because I dislike them or anything but they need to stop treating the place like SDU. There is a time and place for everything, just not socializing 80% of the time damnit. I really hate it when they block my way. Not intentionally of course, I'll rip them into a new one. They are so busy talking and socializing that they are forgetting some people are actually trying to work and is mighty pissed that they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the prawn thing, Michael and I saw that they were doing it wrong and told Jessica but we were the ones being scolded. WTH? In the end, Michael was quite pissed. Come on, the whole thing wasn't even our fault in the first place. There's nothing we could do if the plate of food is already on the table and being served. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understadably, everyone was in a bad mood after the function. I just wanted to sit down and relax. But no, Jessica told me that the other of my cousins  &lt;strong&gt;disappeared&lt;/strong&gt; during the entire function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that he &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; there, but no one knew who he was and so &lt;strong&gt;assumed&lt;/strong&gt; that he had gone MIA. See the nonsense that I have to deal with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN. I'm still too young to die leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Wedding Dinner at night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the VIP server. What have I done to deserve this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other VIP servers aren't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too damn stressed to care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too damn slow for my manager's liking. Hey, you were the one who wanted me as VIP server when there are plenty others to... Ok, you had no other options. Doesn't mean you can;t train someone else as VIP server for situations just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up the red wine meant for the VIP table. Served them the normal red wine instead. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else was very happy because of 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm a very slow VIP server. Everyone else just have to follow my speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;: When I'm the VIP server, I seldom yell at people. I don't have the time to. In fact, I do it too many times a day to count on your fingers and toes. They love it when I can't yell at them. Especially Nono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the worst thing was? There were no hot guys working. &lt;br /&gt;Absence of hot guys = Bad mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113326616212558931?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113326616212558931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113326616212558931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113326616212558931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113326616212558931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/11/261105.html' title='26.11.05'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113325783342335586</id><published>2005-11-29T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>What constitutes harassment?</title><content type='html'>There should be a law against people who harass you over a stupid survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the Annual Let's Piss The Poly Graduates Off Survey conducted by some anonymous company. Some of us are actually glad to be rid of poly life and do not wish to be reminded of unhappy incidents that took place during those horrendous 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I was overjoyed to get out of poly. Too many unhappy memories and time wasted that I can never get bac ever again. I mean, I liked the first 2 years just fine but my 3rd year was just a huge fucking nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I disgress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing poly graduates to complete a &lt;strong&gt;pointless&lt;/strong&gt; survey is a waste of time. What does the survey achieve? Just some statistics that means nothing to anyone once the next batch of poly students graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it help us get jobs? Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it help us forget all the unhappy times we had there? Not only is the answer a big fat NO, it made me remember how I wasted the whole of my 3rd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNBCCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour ago, I was totally ignorant of the fact that I even went to poly. Blissful ignorance does not last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions they ask aren't even relevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it even matter what I learnt from poly that benefits my working life now? I learnt all that when I was 17. Way before any Communications for Work class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left over from Michael's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/untitled2.GIF' width=565 height=350  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Phin's Steakhouse around 2am. The birthday boy couldn't decide where to eat. I didn't know men could be so fickle. Was too tired to care which explains why I look hideous in those photos. I don't understand why the other two still looked so radiant though, after all, we gone through &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-of-many-neoprints.html"&gt;hell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113325783342335586?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113325783342335586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113325783342335586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113325783342335586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113325783342335586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-constitutes-harassment.html' title='What constitutes harassment?'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113232256973376671</id><published>2005-11-18T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I've changed my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, M1's got a series of promotions to create awareness for road courtesy (or something like that), how road courtesy and hadnphones can be connected to each other is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old and the new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/HelloandGoodbye.JPG' width=400 height=280  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the phone's a steal at only $168 bucks, of course, you'll have to sign a 2 year contract. But considering the phone is relatively new in the market, I think it's worth it. Plus, it's white! I love white, the color's so pure and clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't figure out how the lock the keypad! I keep pressing the buttons by mistake and calling people in my phonebook, which is Ace since he's the first person on it. So damn paiseh, like I don't know how to operate my own phone. I ended up calling him like 4 times within 1 hour. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the keypad locking thing, I keep taking weird pictures cause the button's at the side of the phone and very trigger friendly. I didn't realise it until I took it out of my bag and the whole thing just went off. Like a camera taking a picture, only amplified a few hundred times. Scared me out of my wits when I was walking along the dark corridor to get home. KNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very bad thing I must comment about is the location and layout of the M1 shop I went to get the phone. They moved to the 3rd floor (i think) and now occupies a very narrow space. Because of the promotion thing, there's a lot of people queuing up resulting in the back of the queue spilling out onto the common walkway obstructing the mall traffic. Maybe it's just me but I really don't like queuing outside a shop, because I'm a high class person (ahem) and don't want to be seen queuing up like a commoner. Just kidding. Seriously, I hate obstructing any traffic flow, just like I hate it when others obstruct mine (Like the peak hours at the North East Line, but that's another story). You'll keep blocking and bumping into people. That's a prime environment for pickpockets you know. You can say that Singapore's so safe yada yada but I rather not take my chances. I rather be paranoid than sorry. I prefer it better when they were at the basement where the place is larger and you don't have to jostle with other people for elbow space when viewing the handphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is the M1 guy who served me was quite cute. He reminded me of someone but I can't quite place his face. Maybe someone I went to school with once? But he must learn to be more outgoing lar, so stiff and does not know much about the handphones he's selling. When I asked him how to remove the cover, he can't even get it off completely. Not that I cared lar, I'm just flirting with him. Hey, I queued up a long time to buy my handphone, what's a few more minutes to me? Anyway, the other cover they gave me was yellow. Ew. It's the color of piss. You'll have to kill me to make me use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, anyone who can help me figure out how to lock this phone of mine will be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113232256973376671?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113232256973376671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113232256973376671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113232256973376671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113232256973376671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-and-goodbye.html' title='Hello and Goodbye'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113197228539859317</id><published>2005-11-14T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:34:52.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Post of many neoprints</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy and productive lately. In fact, I've never had a proper rest day since 2 weeks ago. But it's good since I'm now relatively rich and too darn busy to bemoan the fact that I'm still single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap the weekend before the last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought another of my cousins to GWP to work. ~Sigh~ I really should be earning commission for doing all this. Not only am I responsible for making sure they don't screw up too badly, I'm also destroying my own credibility. Lately, I've been appointed a trainer of sorts to all the new people. I don't mind teaching them but how much can they really absorb in half an hour? There's a lot of stuff to remember. It took me like a dozen functions to get the hang of it. And I can't just omit anything just because I feel that they can't understand. Jessica will slaughter me alive. Anyway, I'm anal about passing on all the gory details of what exactly they have to do during a CWD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the part about my cousin: Due to the shortage of experienced staff, and the fact that there are 2 CWDs going on that day, I was paired with him. That night was one of the more xiong functions I ever did lor. The ratio of newbies to the more experienced was like 1:1. Damn jialat. And we can't help each other out because it was like we all got our own newbie partners to take care of. I considered myself lucky because my tables were right next to the bar and side station. Otherwise, I would have died doing all the work. Then we have to do all the clearing because none of the newbies are capable of doing anything fast enough. Might as well do it ourselves. In the end, we are all too tired to celebrate Michael's birthday properly. Too bad, Xiao Hui wasn't tired enough to refrain from taking a lot of photos of the poor birthday boy. He's becoming her favourite model. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday's function was a lot better because none of those 2 were with me. Instead, they went to the poolside to do the buffet dinner. KNN. I'm always stuck with the CWDs, nothing good like buffets ever comes my way. But still, I didn't have to keep one eye on them so it's still good. Sunday was the best: all the staff were old birds and it was a buffet so I ate snake to my heart's content. Haha, never done that in a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time. I feel like I deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with Yikai, Michael and Xiao Hui. I swear, I'm never going to eat with them again. It takes them &lt;em&gt;6 bloody hours&lt;/em&gt; to decide where to go for dinner. And because Xiao Hui is such a big fan of Neoprint machines, it is mandatory to take a set of them everytime we go out. Those Pretty in Tokyo people must be laughing all the way to the bank. Nowadays, those machines allow you to take &lt;em&gt;21 shots&lt;/em&gt;! I thought they only allowed a max of 4 shots or something. That goes to show that I'm really behind the neoprint taking times. My God, they even allow you to change backgrounds and add all sorts of funny stuff to the photos. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/MerryChristmas.GIF' width=277 height=384  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all in a festive mood and yes, some of us aren't looking at the camera directly. I still live in a time where you take neoprints by looking at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Piglet.GIF' width=277 height=384&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all look like pigs while I just look plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Uncoordinated.GIF' width=277 height=384&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bird,&lt;br /&gt;It's a plane, &lt;br /&gt;It's superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have been a perfect picture if &lt;em&gt;someone looked in the correct direction&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/ActCute.GIF' width=277 height=384&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/EvenMoreActCute.GIF' width=277 height=384&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more random pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/GWPGang1.GIF' width=277 height=384&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, we can't take a perfect picture together. Stupid Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Pretty.GIF' width=284 height=386  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty, oh so pretty. I'm pretty and witty and &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/BunchofBengsandLians.GIF' width=420 height=280&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of Bengs and Lians sitting by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/untitled.GIF' width=550 height=270&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's not happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/NiceBody.GIF' width=277 height=384&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me the guys are not sound in the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113197228539859317?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113197228539859317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113197228539859317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113197228539859317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113197228539859317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-of-many-neoprints.html' title='Post of many neoprints'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-113007637198842805</id><published>2005-10-23T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>The So-Called Fabulous Weekend</title><content type='html'>Why do I go back to GWP? For one, I keep myself busy and two, because I'm busy, I don't spend money. Good reasoning since I hardly have plans for the weekend. No boyfriend means no fabulous weekend. Boo hoo..But it also means I have extra money to blow on shoes, clothes and the latest Ipod Nano. Yes, I want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I almost always have time on my hands, I go back there. For one thing, I'm kinda attached to the place. You don't really need to use (much) brainpower to work, just your strength. I need the exercise, otherwise I'll turn into a big fat pig. Anyways, chances are I'll meet really cute guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the groom for last Saturday's function was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cute! He's sort of a cross between Vincent Ng and Takeshi Kaneshiro. Macho and metro, I like. He's very nice to talk to, unlike his wife the bride. Apparently she's from Ritz Carlton but chose to hold her wedding here. It's quite strange, I always thought you should display some sort of staff loyalty or something. Why hold it at another hotel instead of where you work? Surely you get a staff discount right? Anyway, she's a real bitch. Yeah, because of her service background she expects everything to be top notch. It was a nightmare working with her and I don't even have to deal with her directly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she'll do: pull out seat covers at random and 'requests' that we change them, change the tablecloth so we have to reset the whole damn thing again (the tablecloth wasn't even dirty, I couldn't see anything wrong with it), change the food march confusing us all and 'suggests' that we all stay back so we wouldn't  have a drop in service standards when 11pm came. KNN. Hello, you are not at the Ritz working so you are not in charge of us. I've never met any bride like her in my whole banqueting experience. I thought every bride was supposed to look her most beautiful on her wedding day? Quit worrying about the function and leave it to the people who are supposed to bear that heavy burden. In all fairness, the guests are fairly easy to serve that night. Thank Heavens I wasn't the VIP server. If not, I would have quit there and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding about the last part. GWP people, you know I love you all. It's just that I love some more than most of them and the rest I just hate. I believe I emphasized it enough here in many posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have just got to gush about the wedding favors the couple gave to the guests. Too cute for words. They actually had mini multi-colored champagne glasses and tiny bears as gifts to them. I really wanted to steal one of those glasses cause it's &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; nice but too bad, the guests shared the same sentiments as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to salvage this though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/BUTTERFLYCLIP.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got this for my efforts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/ANGBAO.JPG' width=200 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was given by the groom, not the bride. Figures. Like I said, he's a nice guy. I have the fainest inkling of who actually wears the pants in their relationship. The poor guy must have done something terribly wrong in his previous life, not only does he have a shrew for a wife, he also has very mean friends. Granted, most of his pals are just as cute but they are also very naughty. They made him drink red wine and vinegar, I feel sick just thinking about it and the fact that someone has to drink that hideous concoction. The poor thing was sick by the 6th course and still has to make an appearance, after all, it's his own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, also marked the first day of my cousin working at GWP with me. Pardon me for being very selfish and territorial, I don't really like working with relatives. For one thing, they are your relatives and you can't run away from them unlike people that you don't like unless you disown them or something. Second, you feel obligated to look after them, I found myself telling and teaching her stuff that will make her workload easier. Normally, I'll act fierce to the newbies, not a problem since I already look fierce and I actually am fierce to just about everybody. To her, I have to be extra nice which is very hard for me to do. I always believe that what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. If you can't survive in this environment, that's too bad, live with it. I've actually made girls cry with my style of working before, but obviously I can't do that to my cousin or I'll never hear the end of it from both her and my mother. I'll drown in saliva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my reputation is at stake, she messes up big time and I'll be screwed cause I'm the one who introduced her in the first place. One incident that pisses me off real bad is that Jessica booked us both for the Sunday function and told us both at the same time. She didn't say that she had something else planned so we both thought that she'll be there. Silence means consent right? Not for her, she messaged me at &lt;strong&gt;12 midnight on SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt; telling me that she couldn't make it because of a fellowship meeting or something. WTH. Couldn't she have said something when she was asked? Jessica won't bite when you say no, you know. So I have to be the messenger of bad news and paid the price for it. If there is one thing Jessica hates, that's people canceling on her after confirming their bookings. I should know, I suffered her wrath a number of times. Although Jessica says she does not condone favoritism, she does practice it to a certain degree. You'll be her pet if you exercise your EQ and PR skills and suffer if she does not like you. I belong to the former, I'm happy to say. Of course there will be those in between lar. As for my cousin, I would say that her stocks are at a dangerously low level. After the stunt she pulled, I'm not surprised. I've warned her about this before she even stepped foot in the ballroom. If she wants to reduce her number of potential bookings, hey, that's her prerogative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-113007637198842805?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/113007637198842805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=113007637198842805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113007637198842805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/113007637198842805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-called-fabulous-weekend.html' title='The So-Called Fabulous Weekend'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112955937625177214</id><published>2005-10-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things To Blog About, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Been really, really busy this past 2 weeks. No thanks to work piling up on me these days. Stupid oil prices keep rising, all thanks to the ultimate American Idiot. Everytime the bunker price rises, it means another week of slogging for me. And as if I don't already have enough work to do, I have all these endless meetings to attend. We are launching a new system to take effect in April. Since all the people in NYK are masters of Qigong, everything is pushed to my department. KNN. We are not as free as people think OK? We are already monitoring the current system and that gives us enough headaches. Add on a new one that we are as unfamiliar with as others and it will be even worse. Plus, it's unstable and takes forever to process a simple command. And I'm the one who has to key in &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the data, do the initial uploading and maintain it in the future. Fucking hell. I'll be practically living in the office with all the overtime I'll have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all that, I still have to generate my reports, maintain all my databases and answer all the bloody enquiries from the bloody morons called Manila pricing team. What did I do in my previous lifetime that I have to endure this shit? Why do I give access for them to view my databases and yet they can't bother to consult it? They think my stuff is there for show isit? KNN. I spent half my time updating it and they can't be bothered to at least check in their before asking me something that is already &lt;strong&gt;IN THERE&lt;/strong&gt;? I might as well take away all their access rights since they never seemed to &lt;strong&gt;USE IT&lt;/strong&gt;. At least I won't be pissed if they ask me something moronic again if I know they don't have access to the data in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this meetings I've to attend is just delaying me from doing what I'm paid to do. They last the whole day and I hardly gain any constructive knowledge from it. It only gives me more headaches, work and worry cause I don't have the time to complete my reports or even read all my emails. There'll be another 2 whole days of meetings for me lined up this week and I have to send a report up to Tokyo by Friday. Means I only have &lt;strong&gt;ONE FUCKING DAY &lt;/strong&gt;to compile a report usually done over the course of &lt;strong&gt;2 WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt;. Think I'm superwoman isit? Now, I can only start work when people in my office are &lt;strong&gt;KNOCKING OFF&lt;/strong&gt;. All because of the bloody meetings hindering my productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the work got me so stressed out that I was nauseous on Friday thinking of all the work I have to do this week. So I went a little crazy and bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/IDOGBOX.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an IDog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/IDOG.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can move in time to your music, act as a speaker and provide you with entertainment when you flick it's tail. And no, it does not move. I was mighty disappointed when I found out. Yes, it was an impulse buy. I've just got to have it at that time. Now, it's just meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/IPODCOVERS.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do need this cause my IPod is getting to the state where it's scratched beyond recognition. The material's nice but it's very expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I don't have the time nor the energy to blog about the 'fabulous' weekend I had. So many things to blog about, so little time to type it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112955937625177214?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112955937625177214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112955937625177214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112955937625177214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112955937625177214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-many-things-to-blog-about-so-little.html' title='So Many Things To Blog About, So Little Time'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112944300854219353</id><published>2005-10-15T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:42.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Template Changes</title><content type='html'>Getting sick of the black and white layout so I changed it to this blue-themed one. I think it reflects my mood currently as it's pouring outside. I'ld love to go back to sleep in a weather like this but I've got to work later. My arms are still sore from last night, will blog about it later when I have more time. So it's another No Rest Week (NRW) for me. ~Hai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I realise the pictures look weird and sort of skinny. I'll fix it later, if I ever have the time, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112944300854219353?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112944300854219353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112944300854219353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112944300854219353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112944300854219353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/template-changes.html' title='Template Changes'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112895484691640646</id><published>2005-10-10T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>The One With the GWP chalet</title><content type='html'>I’m still waiting for the pictures. That’s cause dear Ravel has decided that he shall test my patience and not upload them. Anyways, shall blog before I forget everything about this wonderful chalet I attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, it was full of alcohol. Now, imagine what people act like when they are drunk. I have been treated to a mini striptease courtesy of Ace dancing to that disgusting song of Alex Toh’s. You know, the one about taking your clothes off? Yeah, poor me. I need to rinse my eyes with soap. A bunch of people puked and got themselves really sick. It’s really stupid of them. If you can’t hold your liquor, don’t drink. You’ll only make a fool out of yourself. Anyway, it’s quite dangerous for a girl to get sloshed cause you never know what a guy might do in a fit of drunkenness. By the way, that theory most certainly does not apply to Elena. The last I checked, she’s still sticking to her virginal image. It would be so like her to get drunk and taken advantage of by the guys. I’m sure it would be her ultimate fantasy or the guy’s, whatever I don’t care. I’m still pissed at her for seducing my target. Anyway, I wouldn’t know since I went home early. Ain’t I a good girl? Plus I have an escort that day, an old friend I totally didn’t expect to see working at the same place with me again, albeit for a short while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my man-eating abilities are being restored slowly? I sure as hell hope Elena’s will run out, slowly and surely. That will teach her. Pui! I hate virgin wannabes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m making it sound like I had a terrible time. Ok, barring the minor incident where I saw HIM flirting with the virgin wannabe and looking as though he REALLY enjoyed it. I almost gave up all hope for men. Do they only care about what’s on the surface? What about the girl underneath? Cause Elena sure as hell does not have anything underneath and I mean it in more ways than one. Feel free to let your imagination run wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress, back to the part where I had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the good people who organized the chalet are professionals in the F&amp;B business, it’s natural that we throw a great party. We actually brought the GWP equipment there to hold the BBQ. A grill that is 3 times the size of anyone else’s, an actual barrel of beer (20 liters only, none of us desire to die from liver failure), professional buffet equipment complete with serving gear arranged like an actual buffet function. We even had a professional CHEF to grill the food for us. Poor Jackie, off duty still have to grill satay for us. Hehe. It tasted delicious by the way; definitely deserving of the triple plus price the guests have to pay. We get to eat it for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbours, and by neighbours, I mean those who are holding their BBQs next to us, were looking over in amazement at how professional our equipment were. I oeverheard one guy asked my colleague who our caterers were. Er, we kind of do this for a living and the stuff was just sitting there anyway. Might as well make the most out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pretty sloshed, no thanks to Ace and some guy. My face resembled a lobster. Definitely not an image I want to present in front of ahem, HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112895484691640646?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112895484691640646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112895484691640646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112895484691640646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112895484691640646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-gwp-chalet.html' title='The One With the GWP chalet'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112895271563842069</id><published>2005-10-10T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Wicked Witch of the West</title><content type='html'>I need a good rant. Today's been absolutely terrible. Nothing seems to go right. Oh well, here we go. The subject for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena aka the Wicked Witch of the West. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ranting about her? Because she’s evil with a capital E. Can’t fucking stand her, she acts as if it’s her God given right to hog all the guys’ attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/flooble-chatbox.html"&gt;At the chalet I went to some time back&lt;/a&gt;, as if it’s not enough she had N pining after her, she has to hog MY NEW TARGET as well. What’s in it for her? I’m just dying to find out. It’s as if she’s got mind reading skills, what's it called? Telepathic powers? She's making my life miserable. I have not had one good day ever since she came back. One good day as in I can spend some time alone with my current target. Why, why does she have to come back? Shouldn't she be undergoing attachment like everyone else her age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honesty can't see what the guys like about her. She looks ordinary enough, kinda sweet looking unless you consider her black heart, virtually no boobs or butt since she weighs slightly more than a feather. Oh, how can I forget the sneer etched permanently on her face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I’m not as good looking as her but at least I try to socialise or at least respond when people are talking to me. As for her, she just ignores you completely unless you have a dick and balls. You get the picture. She doesn’t have any standards that way I guess. It’s like you are wasting her time talking to her when she could have put the time to better use like bedding a guy or showing an unfortunate soul her cleavage, which I might add, is practically non-existent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I suspect that she has an eating disorder. The whole bunch of us part timers have eaten together for so many times and I have never seen her down more than 2 mouthfuls of food at any one time. Yeah, I’m a bit jealous of her 42kg frame, a weight that would be the envy of many girls but none are as crazy as her to actually take action to achieve that kind of weight. She really should eat a bag of rice or 2 for her health’s sake. For God’s sake, she promoting unhealthy eating and sending all sorts of wrong signals to guys. It’s all because of her that guys at GWP view a skeletal frame is the best body shape for a girl.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I hate the way that she acts all virginal and innocent. Cause all the girls think it’s an act and a big fat lie. Would you think someone’s pure and innocent when she wears a white dress with no bra? Bloody slut. And the guys fall for it every single time. Even those I consider to be sensible, like LQ and N. Idiots, the whole load of them. It's just like a guy to think with his dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs a total image and attitude makeover. People from Extreme Makeover you hear me? While you’re at it, fix that nose of hers will you? It’s a bit distracting being shaped like a witch’s nose would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112895271563842069?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112895271563842069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112895271563842069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112895271563842069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112895271563842069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/wicked-witch-of-west.html' title='Wicked Witch of the West'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112879167113767543</id><published>2005-10-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Universe</title><content type='html'>Attended my cousin's wedding yesterday. Very excited to finally be present at a wedding where I won't be working. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner itself was very nice, held at the Holiday Inn Atrium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0100.JPG' width=250height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting on the Lazy Susan. The flower centerpiece was very nice. Pity it was too dark to take a proper picture even though I used the flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0101.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual setting. The table's setting as a whole was a bit messed up though. Something's just not right. Each individual setting doesn't seem to align. Quite bad. I'm anal about this kind of stuff. Ace would kill us if we set the table like them. Each hotel has its own system I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0108.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding favors. It's chocolate, yuck. I hate chocolate. Anyway there are two pieces, one says Everlasting and the other one says Love. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/WeddingFavours.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwood Park's wedding favors. Kapohed them a long time ago from one function. Honey and tea leaves. Both of them are edible apparently, a guest actually soaked the tea leaves and drank it. The last I heard, no one died so I guess its safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the food was so-so. Standard Chinese wedding fare, I should know. The dessert's to die for by the way. Yam pudding in the shape of a fish topped with cut fruits. Sounds weird but tastes heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0103.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne pouring. Quite an anti-climax. Maybe because we are not a Yam Seng type of crowd? I know the picture's dark. Being a photographer's not my calling definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still in a photo blogging mode, here's some shots from Madam Tussaud's when I visited HK this May, or was it April? Yup, the wax statues were really creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dwarf! Here's Naomi and Elle: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/ElleandNaomi.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everone's favourite politican and Ah Gong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/LeeKuanYew.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'real terrorist'. A pathetic excuse for a politician. The song 'American Idiot' comes to mind. What were the Americans thinking when they re-elected this guy? I give to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/GeorgeBushJr.JPG' width=250 height=200  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush, the guy who used weapons of mass destruction as an excuse to go to war. And couldn't find them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Please don't arrest me, I love George Bush, I really do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112879167113767543?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112879167113767543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112879167113767543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112879167113767543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112879167113767543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/alternate-universe.html' title='Alternate Universe'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112818772512644699</id><published>2005-10-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooble Chatbox</title><content type='html'>I have deleted the bloody flooble chatbox that always expires and activated the comments box. Will update with a proper entry once I have the pictures from the GWP chalet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112818772512644699?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112818772512644699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112818772512644699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112818772512644699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112818772512644699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/flooble-chatbox.html' title='Flooble Chatbox'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112773968349098703</id><published>2005-09-26T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>The worst possible morning</title><content type='html'>I just had the worst possible morning ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick again. I’ve fallen sick just about every other week. ~Hai~ Would love to take MC but it would be unpaid leave so why bother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m about to give up on N. It’s easy to see that we have no future together. Bah, He’s better off with Elena since he lurves her so much. Can’t stand the girl myself. How can a guy like a girl who’s so stuck up? It’s as if nothing exists in her world except for guys and herself. Some weekend ago, she refused to hold a decent conversation with any of the girls except you guessed it, guys. Kaoz. It wouldn’t kill her to give anything other than monosyllabic answers to people’s questions right? I understand if she doesn’t really know anyone after being away for so long. But can’t she see that people are trying to include her? I also don’t understand how guys are so mesmerized with her. She’s got no boobs, no hips, no flesh and bones protruding everywhere. She’s 42kg and wants to lose more weight. I think she’s not right in the mind. Please, weight loss is for people like me who weight a bag of rice more than her. A good gust of wind and blow her away me thinks. And she looks like a witch to boot. I’m not trying to be mean but that’s the way she looks. I’m amazed by how she managed to lose so much weight and still be able to do banqueting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how scary it is to be chased by girls? So gross. Bloody barmaid in GWP has been hounding me and Jasmine non-stop since about a month ago. I could never understand how people can feel attracted to others of the same gender. It’s so against nature. I can tolerate it but please don’t let it happen to me. Imagine being chased by guys at the same time. Which brings me to Willie; he’s too bloody old for me. I’m not being materialistic but a girl’s gotta look for someone that can provide for her instead of one who job hops. He’s also immature, even more so than guys my age and holds grudges like nobody’s business. Next time, please keep this sort of things to yourself. Some things are not meant to be broadcast to other people and don’t fucking give my no. to anyone. Although in hindsight, it may be the best thing he’s has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot of politics involved in being a VIP server. When you are one, people gossip about you behind your back saying all sorts of stuff like how you kissed ass all the way to that position, which I didn’t, maybe not intentionally anyway. I’m friendly with all the captains and managers because of my *ahem* award winning personality, not because I want to be the VIP server. Don’t they understand how stressful it is? Unlike the regular servers, you cannot just *disappear* as and when you like cause you have no partner to cover for you. And you have to be standing by the side all the freakin’ time. I prefer to spend my time talking to someone other than the guests all the time. Unless of course there are cute guys sitting at my table, which is as likely as me learning how to be a lady. It’s sad that even though I’m doing this on a part time basis and only on the weekends, I’m still involved in this sort of meaningless backstabbing. Can't people tell that I'll be more than happy to give up my place so I can go to the toilet anytime I want and not have stand alone in the ballroom during toasting when others can sit and chitchat at the back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112773968349098703?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112773968349098703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112773968349098703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112773968349098703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112773968349098703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/09/worst-possible-morning.html' title='The worst possible morning'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112713861976762434</id><published>2005-09-19T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>My breaking point</title><content type='html'>I have been on my feet for the past week. Didn't really want to work this much but since Jessica begged nicely, I went ahead anyway. That's not counting the incentives of going back to work off course. There's the captains, N, the staff, N and the pay. Did I mention N will be there? Anyway, I wouldn't say no to the extra cash even though I don't really need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I was VIP server again, no thanks to my luck. The bloody chefs are so damn full of attitude lor, keep telling me to serve the dishes faster and not stall. Hello, people need time to eat and digest the food lor. They are paying good money to enjoy themselves, not keep to your damned schedule. If you think that the guests are holding you back, what about the service staff? We have to stay even later then you and not only that, stay back if we are running behind time. If we're not complaining, why should you? KNN. Just because you're some big hotshot chef doesn't mesan you can boss the VIP servers around ok? And tearing me a new one just because I didn't inform you specifically that I added 1 pax and needed one more serving. Tell me what I'm supposed to do, wait for you to appear? What if I can't find you, am I supposed to tell the guest that I can't serve him food because I couldn't find and thus inform the head chef to prepare the extra food? KNNBCCB. Shatec so what? It's obvious that they don't teach students to have common sense. There are so many chefs there, does it even matter which chef I informed as long as one of them heard me and was preparing the food already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of the incidents that marred what would be a perfect day spent with N. It seems that GWP has been invaded by hordes of new people. Not that I'm worried. It means that I actually get to rest on weekends like I'm supposed to. I can understand if they are a bit lost for the first couple of days. The problem is, not only that, they actually hinder the rest of the banquet staff. Would you stand in the way of the VIP server carrying a full tray of drinks who is already pissed and runing behind time? The bloody people wouldn't siam after I asked them to, nicely I might add. So I resorted to shouting and they look mortally offended. @#$%^&amp;* Would you stand in the way of a raging bull? They also put you behind time like serving s-l-o-w-l-y so that the VIP would slow down accordingly to accomodate them eating into the turnover time thus cutting short the time I actually get to talk to N, which is unacceptable. For God's sake, they even threw the napkins and towels at each other after work. What do think this is, playtime? Please don't come back if that's your attitude towards working. There's a time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident actually made the made the day worthwhile. Seeing the look on the bitch's face when she saw N talking to his 'old flame'. Pretty entertaining. Who are you trying to fool by telling me you're not interested in him anymore? Please, stop fuming and concentrate on your own function instead of mine. And I'm bloody well entitled to give away free boxes of mooncake to whomever I want. Just because I didn't give one box to you doesn't mean that I'm mean. It just signifies how much I loathe you. I will give them to Jasmine because she didn't tell bloody untruths and God knows what other lies about me to N. Yes, I have eyes to see and ears to hear what has been going on. Outnumbering and bullying her 5 to 1 is low, even for you. Really bad lor, picking on her like that when all she does is to tell the truth. You really are a pig. And one more thing, there's no need to announce to the world that I'm mean just because I didn't give you one miserable box of mooncakes. They gave them out for free in the end right? From what I know, you took home more than anyone else. You and Bart Simpson would make a perfect pair. Both tan xiao bian yi and petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to blog on how mean I am to some people during the weekends but that's for another day. Maybe when I'm not so tired and close to exhaustion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112713861976762434?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112713861976762434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112713861976762434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112713861976762434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112713861976762434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-breaking-point.html' title='My breaking point'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112644801407272929</id><published>2005-09-11T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>I'm so screwed</title><content type='html'>I don't understand this fixation with me being the VIP server. I don't provide exceptional service, not even close. Hmm, Jessica says it's my strength. Err, clue me in please? Going to work yesterday was a waste of time. No cute guys nothing. Maybe there were, but since I'm stuck serving the bridal table I don't exactly have the time to explore the back of the ballroom right? All the cute guys usually sit at the back. ~ Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part was I had spent the time stuck to the B.I.T.C.H, since the both of us were the youngest there not counting a very 'dao' girl who didn't talk to anyone all night and a front desk staff who can always be counted on to disappear when you need her. Anyway, the bazhang says she's given up on N. Yeah, given up my foot. And pigs will fly. Maybe she's telling the truth (or not) I don't really give a damn. As long as she doesn't piss me off anymore, I will consider not saying anything bad about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell her about the horrible sort of date I went on with Willie. Willie's this guy I know at work who's already 30. I don't know why he doesn't hold a full time job and never asked. We get along well enough even though I can't stand the crap that comes out of his mouth sometimes. He's the clingy guy that I will never go out with. I didn't know why I agreed to go out with him in the first place. First of all, he's kind of creepy. We agreed to meet at City Hall but I was late. When I reached the place I couldn't see him so I sort of walked around to pass the time. When I called him to check where he was, he said that he's already there and sitting at some corner observing me. That scared the shit out of me. I hate guys who do that. The last guy who did that is no longer in contact with me. Seriously, I need my space and loathe guys (or girls for that matter) who are clingy whether or not they are my BFs. Secondly, he sprouts crap every other sentence and criticizes everyone other than himself. That day alone, he dissed basically everyone at GWP even me. I'm too tired to listen to him much. He repeats himself all the time. Lastly, he talks too much. I've never met anyone who talks as much as him, ok maybe except for York who loves to talk about himself (too much, then again he's kind of cute looking) and the Stalker back when he loved to preach his philosophical bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I attract this kind of guys? Seriously, I get all these creepy and clingy types. I must have the potential to be the best girlfriend ever, cause I don't need my BF to report to me daily. I want to be free to look/drool at other guys, free to go out anytime with anyone I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a loose woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112644801407272929?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112644801407272929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112644801407272929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112644801407272929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112644801407272929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-screwed.html' title='I&apos;m so screwed'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112618704221908012</id><published>2005-09-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bart Simpson</title><content type='html'>Hate that stupid Bart Simpson. For the uninitiated, he's my colleague. Shall call him BS for short. It's a very suitable name for him cause he's full of shit and that's what he is. He also bears an uncanny resemblance to said cartoon character only not yellow and taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find the words to begin to describe him. He's full of shit, kisses ass and most of all, tan xiao pian yi. I don't care if he kisses the bosses' asses. It annoys me only because he's not subtle when doing so and basically lets the whole know he's doing it. You can kiss all the ass you want but please be quiet. Other people are actually trying to get some real work done you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what disgusts me most? That he lives for all those free lunches. I understand that when you are starting out, you're broke and all but there's a subtle way to do it. No need to jump at every opportunity to gorge yourself silly. His action more than disgusts me. He has gone too far even by the standards of so-called ugly Singaporeans. Everytime there's a free lunch, he will be there. He even has the balls to complain that he has not ate enough. WTF? I like to have free lunches too but I will not purposely gorge myself just to take advantage. And he still remains skinny as ever. That's what infuriates me the most. He eats so much and gains virtually no weight at all whilst I've gained enough weight to make an Eithopian orphan proud. Urgh! What a waste of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's not enough that he pisses me off so much, he likes to flirt with the accounts people. Very loudly. It's so distracting that I have now taken to blasting my Ipod whenever she comes over. That results in me not responding when someone calls my name. And BS has the gall to chide me for doing whatever I can to keep myself sane. Excuse me, I wouldn't be listening to anything in the first place if you had been acting &lt;strong&gt;professionally&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly speaking, the girl is freaking &lt;strong&gt;fugly&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't know how in the world he can bring himself to say those vomit-inducing words to her. Not only am I already wallowing in my misery of being single, I have to deal with 2 people daily who possess questionable looks flirting with each other. God, get a room already. Some of us are trying to work productively you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most disgusting thing of all happened today. Its the Mid-Autumn festival and there will be all these people giving us mooncakes. It will be all they will do when they make sales calls anyway. So this girl whom I got along very well with came by today without bearing any mooncake. He being the cheapskate guy that he's born to be, regarded the hour that I spent chatting with her as valuable time wasted cause &lt;strong&gt;she didn't bring anything for him&lt;/strong&gt;! Asshole. You are a pathetic excuse for a human being, just because you don't possess any social skills besides hitting on fugly girls doesn't mean that I have to be the same. For the record, I don't make friends or be friendly with people just becase they have something to offer me in material terms. Next ime I get mooncakes, I am giving you the worse tasting box of them all. It will be a no name brand and worse of all, taste mouldy. Bloody kiss-ass. Pui! I hate this sort of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will just get it on with his fugly princess happily ever after somewhere far away from me and then he can make all the cooing noises he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112618704221908012?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112618704221908012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112618704221908012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112618704221908012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112618704221908012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/09/bart-simpson.html' title='Bart Simpson'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112549644312162373</id><published>2005-08-31T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT Horror Stories</title><content type='html'>Same old, same old.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I log in, I always can't seem to think of what I want to blog about. I would always plan about what I'll say and how to phrase the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you can't always get to do what you want. Yup, I forgotten nearly everything I planned to blog about.~ Sigh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 'slogging' it out at GWP for 9 months, they decided to put me as the VIP server. Which I dread doing the most. You can call it the most relaxing and yet most stressful position to be in. I did it for 2 consecutive weekends in a row. There are so many other people who can do it, so why pick me? Everyone's attention is on me. So scary. All of them would be waiting for you to give the cue to serve the next course, you can't be too slow or too fast in your service etc etc. There are endless rules and procedures to follow and it gives me a headache. One reason I like working there is because you don't need to use much brainpower while on the job. Just move fast and work fast. Plus the silverware for the VIP table is so farking heavy, I'm always scared that I'll drop it and make a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing VIP service is not so bad when you are serving the 'small fry'. It's the 'big ones' that stresses me out. You see, I actually have to serve a 8 course dinner to some MP and his wife last week. And there's no one to back me up. Thought that after the week before, I would never have to do VIP duty again. Guess I was wrong. Thankfully, with some 'experience' I managed not to screw it up...too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction with the hungry ghost festival, I shall now share some MRT horror stories. No, they are not the kind with female ghosts dressed in white with long flowing hair that hasn't been conditioned in God knows how long. They involve people like you and me with flesh and blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the scariest things are we, human beings. The things that people do nowadays disgust me sometimes. Need some examples? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The case of the moving escalators&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Harbourfront MRT Station Exit leading towards Harbourfront Towers 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;Time: Morning peak hour somewhere between 8.25 - 8.30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a whole bunch of working class people including me rushing to get to the exit quickly. When reaching the escalators, all of us will file into 2 lines to get on it. There was this fucking middle aged woman who did not understand the basic concept of courtesy and right of way. Every Singaporean who have taken the MRT should know that when getting on the escalator, the people standing on the right has the right of way and move upwards like on the roads right? Most Singaporeans observe this practice and the tourists catch on pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the right side and moving upwards when this fucking auntie who has no manners cut into my lane. Normally, I don't give a shit but this bitch had tried to push/nudge me out of the way while I was getting on the escalator. Eh hello auntie, what if I had tripped? I'm still under probation and therefore not entitled to claim insurance in the event I'm injured. Can use a bit of common sense a not? &lt;strong&gt;I AM GETTING ON THE MOVING ESCALATOR WEARING 2 INCH HEELS WHO ALREADY HAVE DIFFICULTY IN BALANCING MYSELF PROPERLY AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED TO PUSH ME OUT OF THE WAY SO THAT YOU CAN WALK FASTER. IF I HAD TRIPPED AND FELL AND GOTTEN MYSELF PARALYSED OR SOMETHING(TOUCH WOOD), WILL YOU PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?&lt;/strong&gt; If it were a kid, I would have just said he has no jia jiao or something. But this behaviour is coming from a grown woman who is probably old enough to be my mother. Anyway, how much time can you save by cutting in front of me? 2-3 seconds tops. So this fucking bitch had earlier almost got me paralysed had tried to cut between me and the person in front. Please lor, there isn't enough space for her to squeeze between us and yet she still tries. Bitch with shit for brains. Of course, I 'm not stupid enough to let her do whatever she wants. Anyway, she got off later mumbling something about inconsiderate young people or whatever it is that people with shit for brains can think up. It's like pot calling the kettle black lor. It's pecisely because of people like her that people like me exist. If she had behaved like a normal human being with a reasonable amount of brains and common sense and did not act like she did, do you think I would acted like I did? Of course not. I don't attack unless I'm being provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The case of the nodding head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: On a train moving towards Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;Time: Evening peak hour somewhere between 6.00 - 6.30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fortunate enough to find a seat when I got on at Outram Park. Minutes later, I realised why: The guy sitting on my left was sleeping and is using my shoulder as a pilow! WTH. I'm not against napping on the train but there's no need to make yourself so comfortable that you are leaning way too close towards your neighbours. I didn't like the guy using my shoulders to nap on cause I was tired enough as it is. Anyway, napping on people who are total strangers is a big no-no especially if they don't like it. I resent it so I push him away, usually the person would just wake up but this guy didn't! Ok, he stopped leaning on me but the other person instead. Needless to say, she didn't like it either so she pushed him back towards me. I don't blame her. Afterall, it's not her fault that the guy sleeps like that in the first place. So to cut both our suffering short, I tried to wake him up but he just wouldn't do so. It got to the point where I was literally shaking him. No, he's not dead cause you can tell that he's breathing. Freaky right? And he was sitting like typical ah bengs do with legs stretching out and all. Not a good thing to do as it's rush hour and the train is packed. Either you will feel pain when people step on your foot which I experienced countless times even with my legs tucked nicely in to avoid the exact thing from happening, or you will trip everyone that is standing in your way. The amazing thing was that he slept through all of the stepping, pain the tripping. When I got off, he was still sleeping! Maybe he's in a coma or something, I hope he missed his stop for all the discomfort he caused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots and lots more examples that makes you wonder whether Singapore really fits to be a world class city. Farking smelly and fat Indian woman who think they are goregous and have nice flowery smelling hair who flip it so often who make me puke at their foul smelling B.O and flinch at the lice on their scalp that they might be inflicting onto mine. Lecherous Bangla workers who lean in too close to you for comfort. Men who undress you with their eyes. People who insist on guarding the doors and wouldn't let you get off the train even if you asked nicely, which I did but it didn't work so I pushed and shoved my way out so that I can reach Orchard on time for work. I'm sure that they all think I'm 'a inconsiderate and typical young Singaporean who cares only for herself'. And there will also be people who don't let you on the train. What irony. You can't get on the train and when you do, you can't get off it.The lovers who take up the entire two lanes on the escalators acting as if the world revolves around them and would not budge even with half of Singapore's population is standing behind them and trying to get ahead. People who insist on tapping their EZlink cards repeatedly even though it reads insufficient value causing you to be stuck behind them and as a result miss the train you are trying to catch. Even worse are the ones who try to catch a free ride by following you closely through the barrier. WTF. I now practise the custom of tapping my card and walking slowly enough so that the barrier closes right after I passed through. Ha. If I have to pay such expensive fares(Ahem, SMRT Corp take note, don't raise the fares anymore you hear?), I might as well make sure everyone suffers with me right?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I found this file sharing program called &lt;a href="http://www.limewire.com"&gt;Limewire&lt;/a&gt; that allows you to share files with various parties connected to the network. I'm now downloding Lost episodes to keep up with what I missed. All for the delicious Sawyer and Boone. Mmmm....yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112549644312162373?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112549644312162373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112549644312162373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112549644312162373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112549644312162373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/mrt-horror-stories.html' title='MRT Horror Stories'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112471261725240045</id><published>2005-08-22T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:41.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Just some random thoughts</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last blogged. Been busy with work and other stuff as usual. Since I spend so much more time in the office instead of waitressing and there's simply nothing interesting to talk about at my office, it's best not to blog for the sake of blogging and bore people to death with the details of the next report I have to submit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only things I consider interesting are interacting with people and observing all the funny stuff. Sure, I interact with people at the office too but only through email and the phone. The only people who would talk to me face to face are the accountants whom I consider as one of the most stupid departments I have ever encountered. All they know is crunch numbers and none, none of them knows how to navigate their way through a simple Excel worksheet. Morons! I'm the one to go to for feeder database rates, not a bloody computer technician to answer all your idiotic questions. Do they think that I'm so free as to teach them how to use a computer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic accountants aside, I like my job since its so challenging and all. Freebies and food galore! I get to eat at my desk, anytime I want. Haha. I sure can't eat on the job while waitressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts. What you read above is just crap I thought on the spur of the moment, if you prefer to call it an appeitizer, you can. Now for the main entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it has something to do with Nick. My whole world revolves around him didn't you hear? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of Saturday with him...working. I like working at GWP but I &lt;em&gt;lurve&lt;/em&gt; it even more when he's around. I call it 'my other workplace'. You would think that since I had my Prince Charming around, it would be a day of bliss and content. It turned out to be...kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got a sore throat suddenly Friday evening. By Saturday morning, half my voice was gone. Insert corny joke made by Hotshot Lawyer here. What do you know? Next, a bunch of Uni guys, not including the abovementioned Diamond Bachelors(DB for short) asked me whether I was, ahem, still a virgin. Losing my voice, virgin. Geddit? Ok, so Uni guys all have a very unique sense of humour. They do things sometimes that makes you question their intellignence and maturity sometimes. Not to mention the sanity of the good admission people who let them get into Uni in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I was deciding whether to a)laugh, b)cry, c)do both or d)make them experience some &lt;strong&gt;serious pain&lt;/strong&gt;. They took it as a non-denial, which means I'm a, for the lack of a better word, non-virgin. Why can they take it as a non-confirmation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in their mind they already decided I wasn't one. They were lucky they chose a time to tell me that when I was very busy and thus had no time to inflict extreme physical pain on them. Plus, I still had a good and long flirting session with one of the DBs fresh in my memory(no prizes for guessing who) so I was in an extremely good mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do I look like a non-virgin? Can people &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; tell from the peron's face? &lt;strong&gt;Is it normal social behaviour nowadays to go around asking people whether they are still virgins?&lt;/strong&gt; Why would anyone want to know whether I was still one? Very amused at being asked this question despite telling myself that the logical reaction would be to appear extremely pissed. Most importantly, the 64 million dollar question should be: Do I look like I would enjoy sex? Not before, not now, probably never. Nope, the Government can count me out when awarding Baby Bonuses and I will still be happy. Not when the consequences of having sex could be carrying a foetus inside of you for 9 months and at the end of it trying to squeeze it out from you-know-where then the real pain begins. Nope, no can do. Even had the same bunch of guys &lt;strong&gt;ask&lt;/strong&gt; me where the baby comes out and whether it hurts. Well, it would be akin to asking whether the guys are in pain whenever someone kicks them in the balls. Stupid question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after the&lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/05/dilenma.html"&gt;whole&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-damn-bad.hmtl"&gt;fiasco&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-its-done.html"&gt;with&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/hate-hate-hate.html"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/stalker-alert.html"&gt;stalker&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-got-bodyguards-and-you-dont.html"&gt;formerly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/men.html"&gt;known&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-it-when-people-get-overly.html"&gt;as&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/grad-ceremony.html"&gt;my&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/return-of-stalker.html"&gt;ex&lt;/a&gt;. After a lot of thinking on that subject, even though I may like Nick very much, I don't think that I'll be getting into another relationship anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been burned so many times and yet I have not found &lt;strong&gt;THE ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. The one that I can like for a reasonable amount of time. Yes, I'm aware that I can like a guy a lot one day and dump him the next. Maybe it's my retribution liking the one guy I could never get cause his heart belongs to another girl who doesn't appreciate him. Really hope that one day he would see me as more than just good friends and work buddies who like to confide and suan each other, often in the same sentence. But he keeps giving me all these mixed signals. One moment, he would show the potential of being a caring BF and next, cold and aloof. I wish that he would just come outright and say that he would never date a girl from GWP cause I would never have the guts to tell a guy to the face that I like him. Or maybe it's cause I'm so used to being chased after by guys. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I've worked with all of my exes at one point or another. Technically, the stalker was my classmate but we got together while at the end of our attachment. Hopefully tradition will hold. I'll try not to lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having all sorts of other problems as well lately. It could be due to my 'very easygoing and extrovert' personality at work that a lot of people would tell me about their problems. Which is not a good idea if I happen to dislike or worse, hate you since chances are, I will spill it all out to someone eventually no matter how 'hard' I'll try to keep it. Don't believe me? Read this &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-it-when-people-get-overly.html"&gt;excellent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/sweet-revenge.html"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;. As for the rest, don't worry, I'll take your secrets to the grave;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even when I'm not in the mood for gossiping(which is quite often nowadays since I rarely at GWP anymore), people would flock to me like birds to a feather. I just can't get it, do I look like Aunt Agony/Aggie/Angie/whatever to you? My reputation precedes me, I guess. Even though I already tui chu jiang hu le. Haha. Sometimes it gets to a point when too much info isn't good you know? I like the good stuff(read: really scandalous ones involving the B.I.T.C.H for e.g) but I would not be up to it &lt;strong&gt;all the freaking time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in Willie's case, I don't really give a damn(sometimes) when others have done him great wrong or whatever. As long as the person has not done &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; wrong, I'm not going to care, nor get indignant, angry on your behalf or sort it out for you. For heaven's sake, be a grown man and act like one lar. Yes, I may be some managers' pet. But just for the record, I'm not the type to snitch on people who have done me no wrong. I don't abuse whatever little power that I have unless the person in question has pissed me off. Then forgive me for being a tattle tale. Even my part-time lover(haha) can't get much info about that thing with caveman out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZH even asked me on Saturday whether I would 'consider' Willie. Hell no, if I wouldn't even consider him(ZH), I sure wouldn't consider Willie as 'more than friends' cause ZH is more of a DB than Willie is. Plus, I can't stand Willie sometimes. This is so secondary school. ~Help me ask whether so and so likes me can?~ Bleargh. If Willie is entertaining thoughts like this, why can't he ask me outright? If ZH is only guessing, why assume that he's interested in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; don't know why guys are so interested in me nowadays. It's like the &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-truth-can-be-hard-to-swallow.html"&gt;'lan tao hua'&lt;/a&gt; days back again, only with whole new characters. Why can't I get good 'tao hua' days huh? Doesn't even have to involve N, just Del and some droolicious hunks will do. I'm not fussy. It must be the personality that I display there. It's just that I'm so comfortable with the guys there that I may be flirting with them subconciously and mislead them into thinking that I'm interested or something. Good God, I'm turning into a female version of York! &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-i-rubbed-shoulders-with-goh-chok.html"&gt;Ravel, the one with the Beng hairdo&lt;/a&gt; asked me outright whether he could chase me and hold hands and everything. What era is he living in? The 90s? Who asks this kind of question anymore? Diaoz. I think he's kidding lar, but then again I'll never understand nor empathize with the ways guys express their interest in a girl. I've seen guys like Ron abuse the girls they like, be it verbally or physically. The gesture was sweet though and he is a DB in his own right. Ex Victoria boy leh, don't play play and current NUS Biz student. Er, seem to have a lot of yuan fen with NUS guys hor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the National Day Rally yesterday for the first time. It was interesting, especially the Taugei Not Enough and Taugei Never Enough Video clips. Go watch it! Super funny! Anyone and everyone who has been in the service industry or received bad service will empathise with the people in it. Personally, I think good service works both ways. It would be virtually impossible for a service staff to remain friendly and cheerful if all the consumer does is to nitpick and be a general pain-in-the-ass. And it would be disgraceful if the consumer is easygoing and not fussy and yet the staff treats them like shit. It takes 2 hands to clap. If the service industry continues to pay its staff low salaries, they must also be prepared for some sort of backlash. Give and take. Raise the pay and you get happy people working for you. Happy staff = Good service. Geddit yet? Yet you get all these people writing to the newspapers and whatnots complaining about the general lack of service in Singapore. I'll bet more than half of these people have never worked in the service industry in their lives. Do you think it will be easy to remain smiling and friendly after working a 9 hr shift? Have some empathy people! Service staff are human too! Can you honestly say that you have never treated like your personal slave or made a service staff feel like shit before? It's called karma, what goes around comes around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! First time I've written such a long entry(1838, go buy 4D!). Probably never going to happen again. Enjoy it while it lasts=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112471261725240045?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112471261725240045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112471261725240045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112471261725240045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112471261725240045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-some-random-thoughts.html' title='Just some random thoughts'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112400623810201840</id><published>2005-08-14T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Extras</title><content type='html'>Now that National Day is over and done with, I can reveal my(one and only)souvenir I got on that day. Not supposed to, but hand itchy lar. Can save it for the grandkids, to tell them about the day I met the most influential people(at that time)in Singapore. Of course, this is in the event that someone actually wants to marry and procreate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/MugshotLanyard.JPG' width=170 height=180  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous photo right? The brown patch is actually where my name and IC no. goes, can't reveal it here lah. What if someone uses my identity to borrow from loansharks? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon closer inspection, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/Mugshot.JPG' width=170 height=180  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying since forever to figure out what the abbreviations mean. Hmm... Can anyone help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112400623810201840?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112400623810201840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112400623810201840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112400623810201840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112400623810201840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-extras.html' title='National Day Extras'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112368103441354676</id><published>2005-08-10T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>The Day I Rubbed Shoulders With Goh Chok Tong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/bittersweet.html"&gt;Remember the day I met Tony Tan?&lt;/a&gt; That was nothing. Now imagine being in the same room as Lee Kwan Yew, Goh Chok Tong and Lee Hsien Loong. Wah, breathing the same air as them wor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a little starstruck. Compared to them, meeting people like Tay Ping Hui, cousin to the King of Jordan, various ambassadors, etc was nothing, &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine, you get to see your Ah Gong and Lao Peh face to face leh. Haha. Everybody was in awe of them obviously. Of cousre I didn't get to talk to them lar. Still, they should try to win my vote mah. GE coming le. But their bodyguards are so damn rude. I was so pissed at them yesterday. The function was held for the MPs, NMPs and foreign dignitaries standing buffet style in a room at the old Supreme Court. (Yes, the one shown on TV behind where the VIPs were sitting) Try to imagine 200-300 people squeezed into a room slightly larger than the size of a 5 room flat. It's bound to be a bit tight for space right? Somemore we had to be extra careful cause we are carrying drinks and such. So I was being extra vigilant in trying not to bump into anybody that I walked a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; too close to GCT. I didn't notice I was veering into 'restricted' areas, after all, &lt;strong&gt;there were many people wearing white shirts and pants in the room&lt;/strong&gt;. How was I supposed to know that he was standing there? All I cared was not to spill anything on anyone, myself or the floor. Trust me, you do not want to make a fool out of yourself in front of those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting off topic here. I was minding my own business when suddenly this guy wearing a earpiece and a hideous polo tee pushed (or nudged me, couldn't really tell since I wasn't expecting to be pushed and all. Hello, they are all civillized people here.) My point is, I was shocked to be pushed(suddenly, I might add.) or touched for that matter. So I was desperately trying to keep my balance(and succeeding of course, all those years of dance lessons on the balance beam really paid off.) when I got pushed a second time. This time, I managed to get too close to LHL. Or so the other guy in with the earpiece and the hideous thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAOZ. They think I want to assasinate them izit? Please lor, all I did was to probably block their sight of the two VVVIPs. Even so, there's no need to manhandle me like that mah. What if I spilled something on Yong Pung How? (Yes, he was there having dinner with LKY.) Or the ambassador of Nigeria/France/Belgium/Netherlands? Are they going to take responsibility for that? Can tell me to walk in another director gently mah. No need for contact &lt;strong&gt;OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would be out of my mind to try and assasinate anyone. I would never get out of the room alive with all the military police around anyway. What am I supposed to use? The cutlery or the glasses? Siao ar! I need a special pass &lt;strong&gt;just to get anywhere near the Padang&lt;/strong&gt;. It was kinda fun to see(and make fun of) everyone's photos and ages. So funny lor, I never knew Ace had such a obiang haircut (so 70's!), HAHAHA...Can't stop laughing. Or Ravel used to have a guai kia 'do (he's so beng!) and shares almost the exact IC no. as me, in the exact order with 2 different digits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had a good time working cause it was so relaxed. Never had so much fun working there in a long time. Most of the time we just sat at the back(because other areas were &lt;strong&gt;restricted&lt;/strong&gt;.)making fun of each other and telling dirty jokes only the above 18 crowd should hear. Only worked for an hour plus tops &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; we had a front row seat(or view if you want to nitpick, we aren't exactly sitting down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yar. Previously I mentioned about &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/bittersweet.html"&gt;worrying about the caveman&lt;/a&gt;. Turns out I was proven wrong. He's willing to talk to me but not much. Tsk tsk, what's wrong with me? I remembered &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/hate-hate-hate.html"&gt;once upon a time&lt;/a&gt;, all I wanted was for him to &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/men.html"&gt;leave me alone&lt;/a&gt;. Stupid Willie keeps telling me to just stop trying to save face and just tell him that I love him. EW!&lt;/Summer&gt; Just glad that Willie and I are on speaking terms again. Not that I missed all the crap he used to sprout anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112368103441354676?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112368103441354676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112368103441354676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112368103441354676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112368103441354676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-i-rubbed-shoulders-with-goh-chok.html' title='The Day I Rubbed Shoulders With Goh Chok Tong'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112351873405446291</id><published>2005-08-08T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Return of the Stalker</title><content type='html'>Some people just have way too much time on their hands. Seriously, why don't people leave me alone? Do I look like I have time to entertain all their whims and fantasies? Really, the Stalker is getting out of hand. People have been telling me to take more drastic measures to scare him away. Nothing I do seems to work. He just 't stop harassing me. Do I really have to resort to calling the police? Thank God he doesn't know that I've changed my workplace. Can you imagine the chaos he would cause if he did? I'm really getting sick of his attitude. He has the balls to say that I am insulting him when all I did was to tell him to fuck off (my words, not his. You get the idea) and leave me alone. Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet? Then he says that he has questions unanswered. Questions that I believed I have answered umpteen times &lt;strong&gt;2 months ago&lt;/strong&gt;. Which part of 'I got sick of your sucky attitude does he not understand? I don't know why he can't get it. The most infuriating thing is that he denies ever &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/stalker-alert.html"&gt;threatening me&lt;/a&gt;! My whole day really ruined just like that. Imagine going through all those crap and he doesn't even want to admit that he's causing anything makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112351873405446291?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112351873405446291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112351873405446291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112351873405446291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112351873405446291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/return-of-stalker.html' title='Return of the Stalker'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112341434961716696</id><published>2005-08-07T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Sore all over again. At least it's not as bad as the last time. Last night was pressure man. Tony Tan's son got married at GWP. Everything had to be perfect lar. Lots of things happened. Mainly to me. I somehow managed to get my hand stuck in between the swinging door and the doorframe. So stupid of me right? Worse of all, the F and B director saw it and asked me whether it hurts. What do you think? Of course it hurts like hell lar! You stupid or what? Bodoh! How would he like it if it was his hand who got stuck? So idiotic coming from a person who supposedly oozes of class. Bleargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main thing is that I got to see HIM again! Yay! ~dances around happily~ Everything became bearable. Better still, the BITCH wasn't there to interfere so everything was just peachy up to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out I was working on National Day until 11 plus. I remembered thinking: How the hell am I supposed to wake up for work the next day? Isn't the parade ending around 9? I was happy when I saw N's name because he said he's not sure whether he will be able to make it. Then I saw the caveman's name. Shock washed over me, my world came crashing down. (A bit dramatic right?) Never expected that he would come back lor. I must be a Seer. Lol. Cause of the &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-must-have-been-out-of-my-mind.html"&gt;dream thing&lt;/a&gt; not too long ago. Hey, hey I can forsee the future. There's this whole complicated thing between us that I just found out recently. Apparently, he was fired (sort of) because of the whole thing with me. I really didn't want it to turn out this way. Not that I want him to continue with his behaviour, it's just the way he is. I certainly don't want him to get fired because I(or someone) ratted on him. If that's the case, then it would explain the look he gave me on his last day. All I can remember is saying that I didn't want to be in the same function as him. Now he's coming back. Don't know what to do when the day comes. Don't blame him a single bit if it turns out that he hates me. My whole day would be ruined then. ~Haiz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112341434961716696?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112341434961716696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112341434961716696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112341434961716696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112341434961716696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112325757070437572</id><published>2005-08-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>I must have been out of my mind</title><content type='html'>Not going to be free to blog tomorrow, so I'm going to do it today. Got a Tony Tan function later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened actually. Mostly, I just spent the week learning more new stuff about the shipping industry (because one can never learn enough). In between, I caught the flu bug from someone in the office. Obviously, my week was terrible because of that. The office always feels so goddamn cold and my nose keeps running. I felt like I was in Alaska. Worse of all, I have been thinking of the caveman most of this period. ~Shudder~ Why am I thinking about him all of a sudden? Must have been the germs attacking my brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life is so &lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;. All my colleagues either talk about work or gossip about each other. They never do anything else. It's not as if I can't join in. Half the time I don't know who they are talking about. One of the cons of working in such a big company, I guess. Bored out of my mind everyday. I need some mental stimulation! And the accounts people are so goondu. Everyday they will come and bother me with countless useless and boring questions. The data is put up there for everybody to see, to save me the trouble of having to answer every Tom, Dick or Harry's stupid questions. Yet they still look for me everytime. Do they have problems understading plain and simple English? I'm there to compile, interpret and publish the info, I'm not a goddamn translator. They all don't have eyes to see is it? ~Haiz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112325757070437572?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112325757070437572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112325757070437572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112325757070437572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112325757070437572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-must-have-been-out-of-my-mind.html' title='I must have been out of my mind'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112280003450117155</id><published>2005-07-31T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Heartache again</title><content type='html'>After resisting temptation to go running back to GWP, I did go back yesterday 'to help out'. My real intention was of course to see my beloved Engineer lar. So imagine how cheated and pissed I was to find that he was not working. ~pouts~ It's probably the reason why I was called in the first place. Half sian liao. Of course, I couldn't get within a 10 foot radius of him now after the stunt I pulled while the bitch is around anyway. Coincidentally, she wasn't around either, probably have to listen to her tell lies about me/him the entire night. Maybe they are in a rendevous together. ~must not let ridiculous thoughts get better of me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was happy to be back too, although I was not very chummy with most of the people there, except for the aunties. Even Hotshot Lawyer was not there to entertain me. ~Hmpf~ And Willie gave me a black face all night long. God, don't tell me he's still sore abot the &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-the-last-time.html"&gt;red wine thing&lt;/a&gt;. He's not even the victim lor, I am. And if anyone should be holding a grudge, it's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad cause the first thing Ace said after seeing me was that I've gotten fat. Which is true, I'm sad to say. I'm still wondering how I could gain 3kgs within 2 weeks. He says I'm probably pregnant and promptly received a punch on his arms for that. It's just that I'm not used to being able to eat while I'm working having a background in F and B. So everytime I'm free now, I'll be stuffing my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start dieting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there must be a lot of kinks in my system cause it only took me all of 2 courses to pull a muscle in my back. First it was just sheer pain. By the time I got home, it was numb. Now it's sore. I'm just thankful. It could have been a lot worse, like my first day there where I had more than a sore back. Back then, I was just sore everywhere for 2 days straight. I was not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking forward to national day, for obvious reasons. Determination will prevail! Although I'm not crazy enough to go back there every weekend. I'm no workaholic trying to spread myself here, there and everywhere unlike some people. ~cough*bitch*cough~ When I say I'm gone means I'm gone, I stil have self preservation you know. Not going to let any guy dictate the way I work. God, I was stupid back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112280003450117155?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112280003450117155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112280003450117155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112280003450117155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112280003450117155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/heartache-again.html' title='Heartache again'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112263851863238570</id><published>2005-07-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Recently realized that after entering the workforce 'officially', my life has been like a routine. I wake up, get ready, go to work, wait for lunchtime, slack a bit, wait for 5.30pm, go home, bathe, watch TV and sleep. Super boring right? The most exciting thing that happened to me during the past 2 weeks was almost fainting on the train because one fat Indian woman has suspect hygiene habits. It was real bad by the way, like being stuck in a train full of Indians, only it was all coming from one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda forced by my mom to attend my own graduation ceremony yesterday. It's just to get my diploma lor. Plus there are about 500 other people getting the diploma the same time as me so I had to sit in the freezing convention center for 2 hours. I don't even know most of them lor. Waste of my time freezing my ass off. And didn't really take a lot of pictures since I was busy hiding from certain individuals. But it was kinda nice seeing my old classmates again with the exception of one Stalker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112263851863238570?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112263851863238570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112263851863238570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112263851863238570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112263851863238570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/grad-ceremony.html' title='Grad Ceremony'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112151708873081454</id><published>2005-07-16T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>Yay! The wait is finally over! Got my copy of the HBP this morning. And no, I didn't wake up at 7.01 am to get it. That would be insane. Finished it by the way, it was a whole lot shorter than OOTP. Took me 5 hours compared to 10 the last time. Or is it because I'm a faster reader this time round? Haha. Without giving too much away, the direction of the book is very different this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112151708873081454?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112151708873081454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112151708873081454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112151708873081454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112151708873081454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112134819459523543</id><published>2005-07-14T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>This Is The Last Time</title><content type='html'>I have a very important announcement to make: I found a proper job! Yay for me! I started on Monday. It was quite short notice too: I interviewed on last Tuesday and was told that I was accepted on Wednesday. Guess I was that good during the interview huh? Haha. The company's a major Jap shipping company so there are great benefits too. I only get to enjoy them after my 3 months of probation of course. The people there super polite too, a quarter of the people working there are Japanese. They keep bowing to me all the time! No cute Japanese guys though. ~pouts~ They are still cute in their mannerisms though, it always makes me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bad thing about working there though, I 'm going to get seriously fat in a few months time. They keep making me eat all these delicious (and super fattening) food! My department, which is in charge of costing, would attract all these sales people from the feeder carriers cause they want us to load cargo with them (kiss ass!). As a result, I get lots of treats ranging from the good (coffee, a godsend since I can never keep awake) and the bad(bacon and mushroom carbonara, only without any taste whatsoever. That's why you must never go to the Coffee Club branch at Harborfront Mall, the food there sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, holding a full time job there means I have to give up the waitressing at GWP. Was quite sad at having to leave most of the banquet staff there. Because of the short notice, I only told them like 2 days before my departure. The aunties there were happy for me, though I'll miss them. Sob sob. I only intended to inform people who I'm close with initially, which included Willie. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends on how you look at it), ZH and York, 2 of the most kaypoh guys around heard us talking and of course, by nature bombarded me lots of questions. So I told them all this crap that I was intending to work as a maid for ZH at $900 a month. Then York got this crazy idea that I could be his bride(as if) for $900 per month. He keeps calling me his xing niang the whole day. It was totally annoying except the times when S heard it and her face turned purple (totally worth going through with it to see her face turn that magical shade).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day was especially fulfilling since I had nice long (albeit often interrupted) heart to heart talk with N(which hadn't happened in a long, long while). York was nice too(for him anyway). He actually had the patience to listen to me whine all night about how Willie was being totally unfair to me by accusing me of walking too fast and bumping into him &lt;strong&gt;carrying 4 red wine glasses&lt;/strong&gt;. And I was the one who got red wine spilled all over my uniform, not him. He says that since it's my last day, it's only fair that I get the chance to whine and complain as much as I want. Excuse me, I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; whine at every given opportunity. I'm simply opinionated ok? And it’s not as if he’s not going to see me again, I’m going back there to help out on National Day since I already gave my word ages ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lots more to say but since Lost starts in 10 minutes, will continue the next time. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112134819459523543?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112134819459523543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112134819459523543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112134819459523543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112134819459523543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-last-time.html' title='This Is The Last Time'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112057043846546473</id><published>2005-07-05T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:40.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>I've got it bad...</title><content type='html'>Been slacking a lot lately, a lot of things happened but too lazy to blog about it lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are angry at me, things that I've done or said. Or rather the things that &lt;strong&gt;I'll&lt;/strong&gt; do or say. But hey, it's not my fault that I always have such a big mouth. Everyone knows that. I'm a vindictive person by nature, ask anyone who has crossed me in the past. Do that once and if I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let bygones be bygones. But do it again, there will be hell to pay. Especially if I've done nothing to deserve that sort of treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand that B.I.T.C.H. She must have said something to Jess about those &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweet-revenge"&gt;2 guys&lt;/a&gt;. She has been assigned to them 3 days in a row. Not something I have had the privilege to experience. I'm most pissed when it comes to sucking up to N. She saved some leftovers for N during dinner which I thought she wanted for herself. You can't blame me for thinking that way since she's so ahem, big boned and all. Then the guy asks me why she would do that. Like hell he didn't know, &lt;strong&gt;she likes him&lt;/strong&gt;! Which part of the last two weeks did he not pay attention to? I mean, the gesture's kind of sweet but it's not when the guy I like is involved! I would have done the same but seeing that he's not my BF(yet, haha) complicates things a bit. Plus, I like engaging in palyful banter with the 2 guys once in a while. So she's not too happy about that. She'll drag me off to do things with her just to get me as far away from them as possible. Actually, make that any guy for that matter. I think that she can't stand it when I get overly friendly(in her opinion anyway) with guys. Even totally harmless ones like Lianyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112057043846546473?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112057043846546473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112057043846546473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112057043846546473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112057043846546473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-got-it-bad.html' title='I&apos;ve got it bad...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-112012129784117249</id><published>2005-06-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0069.JPG' width=205 height=130  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hubby ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-112012129784117249?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/112012129784117249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=112012129784117249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112012129784117249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/112012129784117249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-precious.html' title='My precious...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111981660269510603</id><published>2005-06-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So near and yet so far...</title><content type='html'>So near and yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I live life the way I want it to be? I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to buy my own Ipod myself? Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111981660269510603?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111981660269510603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111981660269510603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111981660269510603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111981660269510603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-near-and-yet-so-far.html' title='So near and yet so far...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111968067152161740</id><published>2005-06-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Sweet Revenge</title><content type='html'>Muahahaha, got my revenge against that bitch. Told Mr. Hotshot about her not-so-secret crush (to me anyway). Then he confronted her about it. According to her, 2 guys cornered her about it. How Nick got to know about it, I don't know. Hey, I'm innocent on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be getting the gloss later. I love creating chaos. ~Rubs hands in glee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111968067152161740?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111968067152161740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111968067152161740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111968067152161740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111968067152161740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweet-revenge.html' title='Sweet Revenge'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111945211673819613</id><published>2005-06-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people get overly bitchy sometimes. I'm guilty of it myself of course, I'll be the first to admit it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl S likes N. Girl tells practically everyone hoping someone will tell him and yet doesn't want to confess to him herself. &lt;strong&gt;Idiot&lt;/strong&gt;. N tells me about his troubles. Knowing that I don't really stand a chance with N anyway, I tell S about it just for the sake of sharing gossip. S questiions why N would share such info about himself so easily and says it to my face. WTF? Hello? Am I that transparent? Can't people share things with me because I happen to be a good listener? Or is it that people can only share secrets with the one and only S? Fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was naive enough to tell her about the incident when York accompanied me &lt;a href="http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-got-bodyguards-and-you-dont.html"&gt;somewhere&lt;/a&gt;. Then I proceeded to make the bad decision to say that he will make a better BF. Due to my excellent advertising skills, the girl is now interested in him too. And because I did such a good job of highlighting his good qualities, of which there are plenty, she thinks that I'm interested in him. Haha, that sounds about right. In fact, this reminds me of the nice dream I had of York the other day. Mmm, it was a nice dream...Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late yesterday so had to pay a penalty. Luckily, yesterday's event involved lots of tipping which I &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt; use to offset my penaly. Unfortunately, could is the operative word here. That girl(yes, her again)is so unsubtle about her attempts to swallow my share of the tips. Yes, you read right. Some girl dared to take advantage of  &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. This extremely good looking Ang Moh ordered 2 beers from me and while I was getting the beers, she opened the account and got him to pay before I had a chance to open it myself. She got about couple of bucks worth of tips from right under my nose! Fuck her man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make it my lifelong mission now to destroy her reputation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111945211673819613?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111945211673819613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111945211673819613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111945211673819613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111945211673819613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-it-when-people-get-overly.html' title=''/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111920139659117763</id><published>2005-06-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Men...</title><content type='html'>Don't know what's wrong with all of the men lately. They are either acting weird or going bonkers. Sian. Stupid managers blaming me for acting according to their orders. WTF. Like that also can get screwed over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Stalker resume his favourite activity again on my birthday. Only I was home, alone this time. Scare me half to death lor. Jessica says I should have came to work that day cause Big hotshot Lawyer York will be there to protect me(Yeah right, as if I want to work on that day). I would much prefer Nick to be my saviour and protector lor. But that bloody moron says Ron would be the most ideal candidate. !@#$%^ I would need more saving from Ron than the Stalker himself leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, Ron hasn't said a word to me in quite a while. Not that I miss it or anything but now he acts as if I don't exist at all, for which I'm extremely grateful, after that whole hoohah caused by Jessica. But he has been in lots of arguments with people recently. Idiotic ones somemore. He got into one with Nick yesterday over ice buckets of all things. All I can say is that they are both idiots for fighting over this kind of stupid stuff in the first place. Ice buckets!?! Diaoz, this kind of stuff also want to get territorial. Sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least things are still ok with ZH cause it would be ultra embarassing. I always regarded him as a younger brother and he will always be one to me. No chance of anything there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111920139659117763?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111920139659117763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111920139659117763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111920139659117763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111920139659117763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/men.html' title='Men...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111895495904736778</id><published>2005-06-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Gan Dong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0055.JPG' width=210 height=120  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-4/988644/PICT0053.JPG' width=210 height=120  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 22nd birthday present wor, from Ace, Siyu, York and Nick. Received it at 12 midnight on the dot leh. Complete with birthday song somemore. So gan dong...Actually got candle one but I threw it away =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111895495904736778?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111895495904736778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111895495904736778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111895495904736778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111895495904736778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-gan-dong.html' title='So Gan Dong...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111890363512740748</id><published>2005-06-15T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Sometimes the truth can be hard to swallow</title><content type='html'>A lot happened to me over the past few days wor. But can't remember them all to put here. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for outside catering last Sunday afternoon. Needless to say it was very, very hot. Wearing jacket somemore, I think I was seriously dehydrated after one hour of pespiration. Also not in a good mood that day, partly because of the weather. But also because of Siyu's big fat mouth. She announced to the whole world that I was being bullied by Idiot Boy. Kaoz, and he's the kind that will make the situation worse if it's publicised lor. That led to a mini confrontation on Sunday. It was embarassing leh. Don't know where to put my face then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been going through a bit of a 'lan tao hua' phase lor. Been 'molested' by a lot of guests recently. No value le lah. Then out of the blue, ZH messages me to ask me to go steady with him. ???!!! No offence, but he's really not my type and he looks about 12 years old. Then yesterday Jessica says that she knows why Idiot Boy has been bothering me all this while. The truth is too horrible to type here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shudder~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111890363512740748?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111890363512740748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111890363512740748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111890363512740748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111890363512740748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-truth-can-be-hard-to-swallow.html' title='Sometimes the truth can be hard to swallow'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111833687997022541</id><published>2005-06-09T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>I've got bodyguards and you don't...</title><content type='html'>Got &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; bodyguards on Tuesday wor.. The Lawyer, being the typical kaypoh that he is, walked me to the MRT station. Lucky me. Haha. Even got the guy to burn the entire season of Lost for me leh.. Wah, Heaven must be smiling down on me now. My bro wonders what I used to charm all these guys. Aiyoh, simple lar. I got breasts and he doesn't. Haha. Or maybe its my charming personality? The fact that I was the only girl working with 6 guys that made them want to take good care of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure helps to have some of those guys working with me today. Have to turn over the whole of Brunei suite with only Jessica to help. Kaoz. Don't know why Idiot Boy has to go out today of all days. He sure is handy in situations such as this. Walked the whole length of the hotel several times running errands for people. I'm not a runner loh. Start work at 7 am leh. Have to turnover ballroom plus terrace and check 250 bloody glasses for any stains. No N nothing. ~Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did hear a lot of gossip though, hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111833687997022541?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111833687997022541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111833687997022541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111833687997022541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111833687997022541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-got-bodyguards-and-you-dont.html' title='I&apos;ve got bodyguards and you don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111812561162303913</id><published>2005-06-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:39.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Stalker Alert!</title><content type='html'>My Ex (shall be renamed the Stalker) did something totally out of the blue yesterday. Apparently, he doesn't take well to be jilted and insists that I'm lying to him about the real reason for breakup. Apparently, telling him that we are incompatible is not the truth. Well, it's the f**king truth. He keeps insisting that there must be some other reason, it's too fishy, etc. (He must have been brushing up on his horrible English skills)Like I have another BF or something, I only wish! He keeps bomarding me with SMSes throughout the whole day, they can start from 8 am to 2 am lor. I thought, either he has too much time on his hands or he's got it bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after me ignoring him for 5 days, he takes matters into his own hands. He shows up on my doorstep unannounced! Luckily, nobody's at home at the time lor. So nobody answers the door and he SMSes me with the following message: &lt;strong&gt;I know you are inside, pls open the door.&lt;/strong&gt;. Wah lao, scare half to death lor. I thank Jessica for making me leave the house earlier lor. What if I had been inside? ~Shudder~ So I told him to give up and go away. Then he messages back: &lt;strong&gt;I guess u really need me to pay u a visit at your workplace.. I dun wan u to hate me but u gave me no way to go..&lt;/strong&gt; Wah lao! Creep me out even more lor. Whatever happened between us is personal lor, still want to make trouble at my workplace. So I told him in certain terms that if he dares to come near me anywhere, I go to the cops with his SMSes as evidence. (Hey, hey, I got listen in Law class one! Even know one lawyer to help me fight the case. Haha) Then he accuses me of trying to get him arrested! Kaoz, if he had not been doing this, I wouldn't do it lor. Why can't he take the hint and leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to work until midnight yesterday. But we finished earlier so we all left sooner at around 10 plus. Only the four of us were working: Willie, Lawyer, N and me. There was a stretch of road leading to the security counter so we were walking slowly, waiting for 11 pm to punch out. Then I think I saw him sitting in one dark corner like in the horror movies. I thank Jessica again for arranging for me to work with these burly guys. They are all at least half a head taller than me so they look like my bodyguards and make me feel safer. Don't know whether I'm overly paranoid that it's actually the Stalker or just someone else. I basically made Willie walk to the MRT station with me. Have to tell him what happened, of course. Idiot stalker! Now, I have to look for people to accompany me everywhere. I really don't dare to go alone anywhere now. God knows what he'll do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less exciting news: I've been manhandled, strangled and massaged(hurts a whole lot, so it might as well be torture) by Ron. If anyone needs a PPO made against him, it's Idiot Boy. Still dare to call me Barbie Doll! Look good and do nothing only. Hmpf! Although I like the part where people say I look good lar. Please lor, the things they have to carry probably weigh more than me. Like I can carry a 50 kg icebox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111812561162303913?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111812561162303913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111812561162303913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111812561162303913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111812561162303913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/stalker-alert.html' title='Stalker Alert!'/><author><name>Liting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129247107758302167</uri><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-9031801.post-111781125287647375</id><published>2005-06-03T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:54:38.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWP'/><title type='text'>Hate! Hate! Hate!</title><content type='html'>Woke up at the ungodly hour of 5 am today for work. Was thinking to myself, my sacrifice better be worth it. It should be cause N's working also. Literally had to drag myself out of bed lor, my bed was so tempting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was at Sentosa, didn't know that. Thought it was just a simple buffet or something. Turned out to be a Camp Sunshine thing, I think the MM's wife's a Patron there or something. Must be a charity organisation or Home of the Disabled, judging from the people there. The place was f**king hot lor. Can perspire like hell, just doing skirting alone. Somemore we just next to Tanjong beach leh. Can see all the bikini babes and hunks playing volleyball and suntanning, then me have to wear skirt, pantyhose and dress shoes lor. Seriously wanted to drown myself in the water, at least its cooler there. But I think the worst off were the secondary school bands lor, they have to march, play and sometimes dance past us at high noon leh. I sure cannot tahan one lor. Do all that for a few miserable CCA points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting bullied by Ace and that stupid Ron!! Don't know where that idiot boy gets off lah. Give people massage he also want, then complain that I keep doing it wrong. !@#$%^ Kaoz, not many people can enjoy my 'special' massage abilities leh. Still want to complain, I ought to strangle him lor. He so big size, of course cannot feel anything lar. !@#$%^ Then have to be subjected to extra torture by him after work also. Wo De Ming Hao Ku Ar! He can still carry on his nonsense in broadlight on Orchard Road lor. Believe me when I say he has the makings of a abusive husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all men! Can't they take a breakup seriously? Why can they stop calling their ex-girlfriends? I hate to be pestered. I broke up with a guy just because he shows up at my void deck uninvited! Why can't they accept the fact that the girl has moved on? Why can't they take the news with grace and dignity? Why oh why can't he leave me alone? I thought the purpose of breaking up is to discontinue seeing each other with relationship at a strictly platonic level, so why can he stop hounding me? WTF. I shouldn't be subjected to this kind of harassment man. I HATE ALL MEN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9031801-111781125287647375?l=jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/feeds/111781125287647375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031801&amp;postID=111781125287647375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111781125287647375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031801/posts/default/111781125287647375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedsouthpaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/hate-hate-hate.html' title='Hate! Hate! 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