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You have been a great year.</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-As1jPoeI_5w/TvlFpKV2eKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3wKe1cDfylk/s1600/Clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690656177612290210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-As1jPoeI_5w/TvlFpKV2eKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3wKe1cDfylk/s400/Clock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's time to countdown to the New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2011 - it was a good year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We gave out red packets this year because we were married. It was fun. If you don't think how much money goes into these little red packets, you actually get a little kick out of picking nice, cute red packets to give away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I queued for bak-kwa. Yes, I fucking did. Jay was about 3 months plus old. It was raining. I carried him and queued for Lim Chee Guan bak-kwa at Chinatown for a &lt;em&gt;loooooong&lt;/em&gt; time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to Chinatown with Mum on CNY's eve after swearing 98651357 times that I will not set foot there during CNY. There was a little I-wanna-kill-you incident with an uncle who was selling flowers but that's another story for another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The days at BMW were filled with many car launches and events after I went back to work when my maternity leave ended. All these events and socializing somehow helped to remind me that one's social life does not die when one becomes a Mum. Phew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Jay turned One. Oh yes, the little one is One! He has gone from baby that does not move to a baby that is trying to talk, walk and act like he is five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I had a great offer from my ex-boss. And came back to my ex-agency. It's great being back. It feels like I am back home. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sea Cucumber announced that she is getting married next year. Biggest news of the century la. They have been together for more than a decade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I met up with not only my girls but also a girlfriend that has been in Oz for many, many years. Another girlfriend whom we haven't seen in ages joined in the dinner. It's like a huge reunion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I received the best Christmas pressie from Sea Cucumber! Super love the Hello Kitty casing can? Woooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, as I wave goodbye to 2011 and welcome 2012, I would like to thank everyone who have somehow played a part in my life this year. 2011 was great and hopefully 2012 will be better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-4594609817271121171?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You have been a great year." /><author><name>NingNing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651411006493720697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/Sy5m46AhyzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oLT1HZxau-k/S220/Blog.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-As1jPoeI_5w/TvlFpKV2eKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3wKe1cDfylk/s72-c/Clock.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boombablala.blogspot.com/2011/12/bye-2011-you-have-been-great-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BRnw4eip7ImA9Wx9XFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249024929800625891.post-6356781064260750971</id><published>2011-01-07T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:54:17.232+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-07T20:54:17.232+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Libra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Managing expectations" /><title>Managing Expectations - in a marriage</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Someone once told me - Marriage is not about having any (more) expectations. It's about managing expectations - manage your own expectations of your partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I stubbornly turned a deaf ear to that advice. And now I think it is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A girlfriend (a fellow Libran) wrote : "A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;nd I don't think fate is destiny, it's i&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;n our own hands. I don't own people and people don't own me. Marriage can have many phrase, it's just whether I want to step out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Clearly, not only has she reached the stage where she can manage her own expectations; she has come to a point where she no longer let her heart rules her head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wonder, at what point does one realise that she has to manage her expectations. Isn't managing expectations the point where you no longer expect the other to do anymore things for you because you know it didn't happen, it's not happening now and it will never happen? And what happens after one learns how to manage expectations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-6356781064260750971?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to give birth.  ^_^My country gives money for people that pops babies. So why not take the money if I can? 4K is not a small amount.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And as a mum now, I finally understand why people say that kids are every parent's pride and joy. Whenever the world disappoints me, I will take a look at Jay and he will make me feel happy. It's a comfort to know that no matter how fucked up the world is, there is still a little thing that is so innocent. And of course, I feel damn proud whenever I look at his chubby face (and legs....and arms).  *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, here goes......Presenting my little bundle of joy who made his grand entrance to this world on 29 October 2010 : Jay Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiLz5uF_ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3KsqGZyv2KM/s400/First%2Bday.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555343864145247634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Freshly pulled out from inside of me...see the hair is still messy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiL0BsFDlI/AAAAAAAAAiE/nFI6Q9a8--Q/s400/IMG_0321.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555343866284281426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With Great-Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiL0aBHiAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/AYgBLltLkKs/s400/With%2BGrandma.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555343872814974978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With Grandma - who dotes on him to death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiL0lmvCOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HBNR-Tf9e3M/s400/IMG_0330.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555343875925543138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Caught with his cheeky smile at three weeks old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiL1M3jM7I/AAAAAAAAAic/QAfKi4nI9lw/s400/SAM_0182.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555343886465053618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I dance Para Para dance for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiNsMYChII/AAAAAAAAAik/B5LrXw3SL8c/s400/SAM_0194.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555345930737321090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oooohhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiNsg_w2CI/AAAAAAAAAis/TN0hEkeKITQ/s400/SAM_0199.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555345936272644130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People say we have the same eyes but I am quite sure I don't glare at people like him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiNs07gzlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZSw0cHdStWQ/s400/IMG_0337.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555345941623524946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Neh neh pok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Actually, the neh neh is not the focus but his new hairstyle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiNtNJhg9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/yp3yQ1ZPTwk/s400/SAM_0232.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555345948124742610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;First Christmas at Pan Pacific Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TRiNtU9jtdI/AAAAAAAAAjE/CW7zb5iv3io/s400/Jay_Shower_01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555345950222038482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Speechless about this....Jay Jay wants to sleep but I want to bathe him so he did this - sleep while I bathe him.  -.-ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-8878159510498912217?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I know I can do it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can and I will do it a second time if I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can chose not to prioritize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And chose not to respect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I will do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Except you didn't know me well then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Neither do you know me well enough now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I switch off and turn around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I walk and I do not turn back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can repeat a mistake another make.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Except you should know I do not give second chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No matter who, no matter what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No second chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You had two choices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You chose A so don't ask for B when your decision is fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You chose and you shall bear the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And like I always said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Too late - the damage is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't bother trying anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Even if I can, I will not turn around cos there is no point in saying Sorry and making amends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-4421435764069806720?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was almost twenty weeks into the pregnancy before I felt the baby kick. But the kick was so strong that Ray can feel tremors when he puts his hand on my belly. What followed after that was magical and at times, amusing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ray probably felt more excited than me from the first time he saw the foetus on the screen at the doctor's clinic. It was well, a foetus to me but he found it very amazing that it was his baby he is looking at. When we heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time and was told the internal bleeding has cleared and the baby is safe, Ray grinned like an idiot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last month, we went for the 20th week check up and for those who are parents, you will know how detailed this is. The doctor took a screen shot of the face and the other body parts and for the first time, we all saw something very prominent down there - which tells us the baby is a boy. Nothing could described the look on Ray's face. I was a little disappointed cos I was hoping for a girl. But I guess, as long as the baby is healthy, it's okay regardless of the sex it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;These few weeks, we could feel the kicking getting stronger and stronger and of course, more and more movements throughout the day. You think you watching the World Cup is fun? I am having more fun cos I can feel someone doing soccer movements in me. Ray's favorite sentence for now is "Kick, baby, kick!" because he thinks these kicks are funny. Nice husband huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We still have about four months to go before I am due and while sometimes I don't really feel good because of all the hormones, I thank God every now and then because save for a few puking, room spinning episodes and short tempers, I think I have it real easy. And with a husband like Ray, I guess I am luckier than a lot of my girlfriends. Not taking a dig at anyone but I know know why so many of my girlfriends were pissed at not getting enough support from their husbands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess like most first-time parents, we are going to keep ourselves amused by the little one's antics till he is due to arrive in November. As for now, we'll keep our eyes on that belly as we wait for the time to arrive when we can see the belly moves because his movements are huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoy. Because like every other couple, soon these photos will be kept in a part of the store room till one day when the kids ask to see it. Which will be a good fifteen years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMpu7UZ3TI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2-xllYRrW84/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMpu7UZ3TI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2-xllYRrW84/s400/01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ray has concealer and lip gloss on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to write blushing bride but people who knows me knows I don't blush. Buay paiseh, what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ray's friend called this the "sexy hip twist". O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMpyEBNYgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S3rGEPRci24/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMpyEBNYgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S3rGEPRci24/s400/04.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hort Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMpzt8MulI/AAAAAAAAAgg/COHTtQd-zA8/s1600/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMpzt8MulI/AAAAAAAAAgg/COHTtQd-zA8/s400/05.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We have a brilliant photographer, I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And how can we forget Sentosa.....where it all started. &amp;nbsp;^_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp2vj3deI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lY1MwTZa2f8/s1600/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp2vj3deI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lY1MwTZa2f8/s400/08.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We have a photo like that taken that morning when we were leaving.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp3mfLWAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3hJudU7RlIQ/s1600/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp3mfLWAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3hJudU7RlIQ/s400/09.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the oh-too-familiar spot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp4XBuh4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Luz2K66lFwA/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp4XBuh4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Luz2K66lFwA/s400/10.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One last shot at Sentosa before the rain came puring down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp6NsMxpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zQJNrCYE6zY/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp6NsMxpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zQJNrCYE6zY/s400/11.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jill to Ray : Will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ray : "Oooooh...checks out the cleavage!" Of course!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp7ekkiOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/apnmlvEHK0g/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp7ekkiOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/apnmlvEHK0g/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A scene from the Storm Riders. Look at the sky! Weeet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp8Jj1oMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/z2rl3vQR9N4/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/TBMp8Jj1oMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/z2rl3vQR9N4/s400/13.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The black black photo. Can see nothing except the big red thing on my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am just busy. Super busy to blog, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Had to spend the whole of April planning for the wedding and catching up on sleep. Yes, I have to sleep at least eight hours a day or I am very screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Had the wedding in May and right after, jumped back into the sea of work. Two events in the same month, one after the other, so of course, I am busy like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now that we only have one launch in June, I can finally blog. Haiz....I wish I have more time to do the things I love, like blogging, reading, cross-stitch or even cooking. Of course, I wish I can have more time to club, but at four and a half months pregnant and being sleepy 90% of the time, clubbing is no longer on the top of the priority list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, if you are wondering what I have been doing the past two months since the last post.....well, I had gone off to get married, get pregnant and prep myself for a family. Oh yesh, family. You heard right. Come November, we will be welcoming the young one (sex to be revealed shortly). That's why life has became very hectic, for me at least, since I feel like I am battling against time everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The husband said - uh-huh, DoRAYmon has upgraded from boyfriend to husband now - that since I am pregnant now, I will have more things to write about. Oh yes, I do have a lot of comments and things to say but I am too tired at the same time. More than often, I wish I can have a computer which auto types what I am thinking in my head, photoshop the pictures I am thinking of photoshopping in my mind and blog for me when I am too tired to do anything. But this is not happening so I am praying hard that the husband will do the job of the imaginary invincible computer. Which honestly, doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon too. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, to keep this blog alive and earn some diaper moolah in the form of advertising money, I am going to try to blog more. Keyword here is - TRY. Don't leave messages asking why there are no new posts if you don't see anything for say, two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Will upload the wedding photos shortly. In the meantime, here's a shot of me giving my life away. &amp;nbsp;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I am calling it Mad March because well, it was a mad month for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nope, I did not forget that it has been eight months since we got together then. But I was simply too busy and too tired to blog. Of course, I could have done a one-liner, post it up and consider it blogging. But seriously, what's the point of doing a crap job when you can do one perfect one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, if anyone thought I had dropped dead, the truth is I was almost dead. Twenty eight and a half years of my life, this is the first BLOODY time I truly wish I have 48 hours in my life. Yah lah, I did wish for this many hours before when I was single and having a lot of fun out there...but.....moving on.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a good month. I left the PR company I was in after a month and a half, went for a one week holiday in Perth with DoRAYmon, came back and joined a German automaker. New career, new scope of work, new challenges, new fun and the best part? Back with the old boss! Mad love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the big news now - We are getting married! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, you heard right. Wedding is on 2nd May, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the reason why this has been a busy month. Planning a wedding from scratch is fun but when you have a new career on hand and so little time till the big day, a wedding seems like the hardest thing to plan!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But we have been lucky till now cos we had a lot of help and a big sponsorship from a special someone. &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;See, this is the reason why my blog has been left out there in the cold. Almost everyday, there is something to be done - getting the schedules fixed, replying emails, confirming RSVPs, getting the rings etc etc etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;THEN, I realized something. I am damn good at this can? I got everything in place (well, almost) in two weeks. Am I good or what? I am considering, after we have a couple of kids, maybe I can look into doing wedding planning. More time for the family plus it's something I am damn good in lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To all those who have asked - yes, this is the latest news. I am getting married off. After so many long, failed relationships and short, crazy flings, I am finally settling in. A round of applause please. &amp;nbsp; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's really something that I am still coming to terms with. True, I had close brushes with marriages before but this time, this is the the closest time I have come so close to one. Trying on that wedding gown and ring does make a girl feels special. I guess that is the one time when a girl looks into the mirror and realizes (with an uh-oh) that this is the moment on when they will have to take full responsibility of their life. Take charge, make things work and be an adult. Sometimes, it still scares me when I think I am really going to get married. I admit I cringe when I see my single life - the one full of clubbing/ drinking/ smoking/ crazy parties/ irresponsible fun - slowly fading away. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But then, I guess this is life. We grow up, we move on, we grow into the next phase of life. And we pray that whatever comes along is not too fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, while I go back to being busy with my wedding preparations, here are some of the photos we took in Perth. For more photos, it can be viewed on my Facebook (but I guess most have seen by now. :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JO5fw78I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mdO3cbYCDHo/s1600/Perth_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JO5fw78I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mdO3cbYCDHo/s400/Perth_01.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Camwhoring by the O'Neill's pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JQpknHSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/r9WmEG6DvTs/s1600/Perth_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JQpknHSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/r9WmEG6DvTs/s400/Perth_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Samantha and her Taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JSKIwiJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IGc64oCuYbU/s1600/Perth_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JSKIwiJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IGc64oCuYbU/s400/Perth_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cottesloe Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JTZlrNtI/AAAAAAAAAcg/v0inbeQEHTc/s1600/Perth_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JTZlrNtI/AAAAAAAAAcg/v0inbeQEHTc/s400/Perth_04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright - this photo was stupid. Downright stupid. I bought a double scoop ice cream to eat as we strolled along the beach. But then the wind was so strong that my ice cream was melting big time. That plus I did not have something to tie up my hair with. So there was this silly woman eating ice cream with her hair flipping wildly in her face while she tried her darn hardest to push her hair away. And her boyfriend leh? Happily snapping away at her ridiculous moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JU-pdS6I/AAAAAAAAAco/yZjddLxxIYQ/s1600/Perth_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JU-pdS6I/AAAAAAAAAco/yZjddLxxIYQ/s400/Perth_05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ferris wheel at Swan Bell Tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JWEcj9CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/qtVWEUOhg4Y/s1600/Perth_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JWEcj9CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/qtVWEUOhg4Y/s400/Perth_06.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our host - Rory making a toast midway during the BBQ dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JcpjZlGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sBq6aXYQPNo/s1600/Perth_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JcpjZlGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sBq6aXYQPNo/s400/Perth_07.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And hostess, Vanessa talking to her neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jd2QGN_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/h4qQZ1rb-NQ/s1600/Perth_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jd2QGN_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/h4qQZ1rb-NQ/s400/Perth_08.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Walking along Swan River to get to the jetty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JewEUSBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wgzsYAjdGeg/s1600/Perth_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JewEUSBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wgzsYAjdGeg/s400/Perth_09.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I found my family in a random shop at E Shed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JhIOwUbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RnJ3dV-Jwtw/s1600/Perth_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JhIOwUbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RnJ3dV-Jwtw/s400/Perth_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Port Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JiXPQ8qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M3ZN8so8icQ/s1600/Perth_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JiXPQ8qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M3ZN8so8icQ/s400/Perth_11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Little Creatures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63PKwYvcuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5A2tBtjr8JA/s1600/Little+Creatures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63PKwYvcuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5A2tBtjr8JA/s400/Little+Creatures.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Must try beers? Sorry, I can't taste the difference. I AM NOT a beer person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63PNLVftCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iQhG2a9Vt2k/s1600/Perth_Mussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63PNLVftCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iQhG2a9Vt2k/s400/Perth_Mussels.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The must try mussels! Yummylicious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63POWNzHCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tpjVVYhFEGU/s1600/Perth+Kangas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63POWNzHCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tpjVVYhFEGU/s400/Perth+Kangas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And we found another must try - the Kanga skewers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JjrynLII/AAAAAAAAAdg/D9-WKM3tYLw/s1600/Perth_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JjrynLII/AAAAAAAAAdg/D9-WKM3tYLw/s400/Perth_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There he goes....seducing the camera again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jlklq-WI/AAAAAAAAAdo/01uopNk1wNY/s1600/Perth_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jlklq-WI/AAAAAAAAAdo/01uopNk1wNY/s400/Perth_13.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The ferris wheel by Swan Bell Tower at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JmzlFwJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CVWGZJl41gY/s1600/Perth_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JmzlFwJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CVWGZJl41gY/s400/Perth_14.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prevelly Beach - where we lost our camera! &amp;nbsp;*sobs sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JnykbkmI/AAAAAAAAAd4/v9g28EY3yzw/s1600/Perth_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JnykbkmI/AAAAAAAAAd4/v9g28EY3yzw/s400/Perth_15.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is when I thank God for the invention of the iPhone which took beautiful photos in daylight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JpPyfAFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/25t-TzpIqxc/s1600/Perth_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JpPyfAFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/25t-TzpIqxc/s400/Perth_16.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Winery tour - our first winery, Stella Bella Winery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jqi_xdSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oAW58JVGAjY/s1600/Perth_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jqi_xdSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oAW58JVGAjY/s400/Perth_17.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wine, my love. See you in November. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jr4ZDb9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4DJzbFyBJX4/s1600/Perth_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jr4ZDb9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4DJzbFyBJX4/s400/Perth_18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JtU2rmrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/sH-FhPsUPKs/s1600/Perth_19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JtU2rmrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/sH-FhPsUPKs/s400/Perth_19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lunch at Voyager Estate. OMFG - the pork was as soft as the fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JuZc6ZlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZNgPChsxZ9A/s1600/Perth_20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JuZc6ZlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZNgPChsxZ9A/s400/Perth_20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The flower garden in Voyager Estate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JvRYRsLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qfILv2BS8zI/s1600/Perth_21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JvRYRsLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qfILv2BS8zI/s400/Perth_21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The wild safari tour with Neil McLoed. This was when I miss my camera. Because the iPhone can't capture the kangaroos in the dark. &amp;nbsp;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JwEC1pmI/AAAAAAAAAew/tif0aIK5ECo/s1600/Perth_22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JwEC1pmI/AAAAAAAAAew/tif0aIK5ECo/s400/Perth_22.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bye, Margaret River. Back to the O'Neills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jw2rYnFI/AAAAAAAAAe4/mqAQ9AQUkEY/s1600/Perth_23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jw2rYnFI/AAAAAAAAAe4/mqAQ9AQUkEY/s400/Perth_23.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Brunch at Fast Eddy's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jxkis5kI/AAAAAAAAAfA/D4fK6r-4iu0/s1600/Perth_24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jxkis5kI/AAAAAAAAAfA/D4fK6r-4iu0/s400/Perth_24.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Scarborough Beach - check out my shiny arms and legs! And for those who are STUPID enough to ask me - no, mine is not a fake tan. I am born dark skinned. Getting a tan is as simple as snapping my fingers. Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JzKCz8mI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_vl2Ja50H5c/s1600/Perth_25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63JzKCz8mI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_vl2Ja50H5c/s400/Perth_25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jz0E1LTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YBH0BsIRmXc/s1600/Perth_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63Jz0E1LTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YBH0BsIRmXc/s400/Perth_26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Scarborough at sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We then made our way back to Vanessa's to pack up and leave Perth.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63J0ljdV_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cCyzV_kxhLw/s1600/Perth_27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/S63J0ljdV_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cCyzV_kxhLw/s400/Perth_27.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who knows we missed our check in time by five minutes and had to buy fresh new tickets at SGD900 back the next day! KNN. Fuck you, Jetstar! I swear I will never take you budget airlines ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I decided not to blog or tweet while in Perth. Reason being that technology should NOT get in my way of a nice holiday like it used to. My only way of contact was via mobile and Facebook. And I am proud of myself because I FB less than a total of sixty minutes during my one week stay in Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pictures will be up over the next two days cos I am dead tired. We only arrived back yesterday morning and I spent these two days unpacking and doing laundry and etc etc etc. Bleah. Plus I start my new job tomorrow. Ooooh....back to the dream team again. &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Looked up at the calendar and realized - five more FREAKING months to our next vacation?!?! WTH?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am going to book something in between. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, I'll be nice. Here's a photo of us at King's Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The fact that every month passes by so fast means I grow older faster. &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh wait....this is not about me. It's about the cartoon network - DoRAYmon &amp;amp; PikaJill. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, seven months now.......sometimes, I still feel like we are still intoxicated. Since day one when we met. Serious. But intoxicated in a good way. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Too much stuff has been happening, good and bad. Decisions we have to make, career changes, start of new careers, an almost homeless episode - gosh, we are like Chn 56 HK dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank god it's over now. I can finally sit back and relax with a &lt;s&gt;glass of wine&lt;/s&gt; can of sparkling apple juice drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At almost the seventh month, I discovered one more thing. DoRAYmon actually understands me more than I ever thought. With my bitchy attitude, I hate it when people judges me and tries to make me live my life their way. Think what? I am their Barbie doll ah? KNN. But thank god, DoRAYmon is the direct opposite. He has been ULTRA supportive all this while. Whenever I make a decision, he has never bring me down but supported me all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think someone up there really likes me and so, has sent me my angel. &amp;nbsp;^_^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happiest seven months for now and many more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No, I am not letting my blog die a silent death. I was just too busy with stuff - planning for the Perth trip, preparing for CNY, changing job (ah yes, I am changing job) and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And no, DoRAYmon and I are not breaking up. Cartoon network is still going on strong.&amp;nbsp;Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's just a whole load of stuff - family, work and cuckoo matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;First, the happy stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's our seventh month together this Friday! Can't believe it, where has all the time gone to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;14 Feb 2010 is going to be our first Valentine's Day spent together....woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And our first CNY as well. No, no ang pows for any of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are going to Perth in nine days' time! I realized - this is the first time I am taking a flight of more than four hours with a boyfriend. Let's see how&amp;nbsp;much grumpy PikaJill&amp;nbsp;can piss DoRAYmon off on the flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And erm.....a bit too soon but.....in exactly six months from today, we are going to Phuket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I am going to rant now.....you can close this window if you like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stupid doctor said Mama don't need chemo then came back and say she need chemo. KNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dog can't to stay in the house when she has chemo sessions so she have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If Christmas goes, I will go and DoRAYmon will go as well. That makes three of us homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are now really almost homeless and I am looking for a Master bedroom to rent urgently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need a landlord that will okay my dog but I have a feeling this is going to be very tough to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I lost my atm card...no money on me now. I have to go bank and draw it the traditional way. CCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I tendered my resignation at my current company cos I have a FANTASTIC offer at an automaker company and people seems to take advantage of my leaving and&amp;nbsp;is throwing all kind of shit at me. I am not stupid either. I can and I will play stupid and drag&amp;nbsp;their time and make sure they get hell back.&amp;nbsp;People seem to forget I have been in the workforce for 12 years now and I have seen all sort of stuff. I hate politics but if I have to do&amp;nbsp;it, I will do it and screw people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I overspent on shopping AGAIN. Fuck me. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't decide if this year is a good or bad year anymore. Everything seems to be coming in at the same time. Argh....I need a drink. Actually, maybe I should just hop to the Martini Bar at lunch for one drink....&amp;nbsp; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-1525399497321684950?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But then, this is my blog. I can post anything, anytime I like. Lalalalalalala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, these new year resolutions I drafted - I don't intend to stick by them. Those that know me will know I don't react well to rules and regulations. And it means I fail at keeping resolutions. Muahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quit smoking. Laugh bah, you assholes. I know my friends are all evil people and are convinced I will pick up smoking within three months of quitting. Whatever! At least I am trying. Oh wait, quit smoking everyday but I will still be a social smoker. I can never not smoke when I am drinking. It's like eating chicken rice with no chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cut down on drinking or stop altogether. Erm....cut down is doable. Stopping altogether is not. I don't understand why I even write "stop".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chill and take life easy. Enjoy the journey cos most of the time, we don't get to the destination. Well, at least for me, that's the case. People can promise to walk with you till the end but then they can always choose to take a turn in between. Like a friend said - mostly, at the end of the day, you are by yourself. So why not just enjoy the walk while it last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Build up my savings account. Amazingly, this appears year after year. And very coincidentally, every time when I make my resolutions, my account shows double digits. Wahahaha! Ok, seriously, will make an effort to save this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stop biting my right thumb. T, if you are reading this, you better stop laughing! It's a comfort issue. When I get nervous, I bite it unknowingly. Cannot is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Make something out of my career. I still have six years to fulfill my career goals. But why wait six years? I am going to make it happen in three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quit worrying about people. Enough is enough. I do my best, you want to be an asshole/ bitch/ idiot/ retard, go ahead. I came to this world without you and I survived. So, I won't die without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Make an effort to maintain friendships with the people who were with me during my darkest hours. Speaking of which, I better call the Ah Lian for our Oosters drink session soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stop falling asleep about 9pm every night, then wake up at 3/4am, try to find stuff to do and go back to sleep at about 6am and start panicking cos I only have one more hour to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To make my Mama happy, yes, I will go see the god-damn doctor about that thingy on my neck. Knn....it's so near my face. If I have to go for an operation, I will kill myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time for that degree. But I still want to have fun. So maybe after June will be a good time to head back to school. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of which, maybe get a driver's license. Bwahahaha! I am bullshitting here la. I want a chauffeur. Not be a chauffeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stop using perfumes as air fresheners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stop glaring at people who bumps into me on the MRT when it's crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Instead of yelling "Can you all move in?!?!" to people on a crowded bus, smile sweetly, then say "Move it please, assholes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think that's about it. Actually, there's a lot more but they are mostly rubbish resolutions I don't intend to keep so I just deleted them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Actually, I don't think I will keep to most of them so drafting them was probably self entertainment at that time. Oh right, they were drafted because one of the resolutions was to at least blog once a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BrsqBeKAgmXynqlAqyr8JlWB800/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BrsqBeKAgmXynqlAqyr8JlWB800/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoomBabLala/~4/qxWajfXXbEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boombablala.blogspot.com/feeds/4978850703888875736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boombablala.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-am-last-few-who-are-still.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249024929800625891/posts/default/4978850703888875736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249024929800625891/posts/default/4978850703888875736?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoomBabLala/~3/qxWajfXXbEM/i-think-i-am-last-few-who-are-still.html" title="New Year Resolutions" /><author><name>NingNing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651411006493720697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/Sy5m46AhyzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oLT1HZxau-k/S220/Blog.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boombablala.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-am-last-few-who-are-still.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCQH47fSp7ImA9WxBQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249024929800625891.post-7346542956554101055</id><published>2010-01-14T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:22:41.005+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T14:22:41.005+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iPhone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Novena Square" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bejeweled" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Angie the Choice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year resolutions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pandan cake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cafe World" /><title>All the bitchy stuff</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Procrastination mood is in action :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;New Year resolutions - still sitting in draft folder. Should have posted it up last week already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Perth's itinerary - haven't even started on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oz visas - still haven't applied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Travel insurance - still haven't buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hotel for first night in Perth - not booked yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Update iTunes library - lazy to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Random things that I have been doing since 2010 started :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Play Bejeweled on my iPhone and has&amp;nbsp;beaten all high scores that DoRAYmon set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Play Cafe World like mad and is now near level 60 - the last level of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Walk pass the LV boutique at&amp;nbsp;ION&amp;nbsp;whenever I have a chance and dream of the day when I can buy that luggage bag that will cost me a year of my salary. Did I mention the window by my side looks right into the open air area of ION and I see the LV boutique 24/7? No good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Constantly battle the urge to shop online at VS. Or rather all online shopping sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Facebook non-stop. Twitter non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to move my butt. Am procrastinating too much - typical Libran behavior. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Btw, Angie the Choice at Novena Square SUCKS. I bought a pandan cake for Mama yesterday and asked if we can have a plastic knife cos hospitals don't usually give you a knife for cakes and the stupid woman gave a FUCK FACE and said :&amp;nbsp;"We DO NOT give plastic knife for this kind of cake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all, what is with that chee bye face and attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Secondly, pandan cake is not cake ah?!?!?!?! KNN, if you have this kind of standard then you don't sell pandan cakes! Or put up a fucking sign that says : We DO NOT provide plastic forks for the cheap cakes we sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mind you, we didn't buy a slice. We bought a whole round pandan cake ok? No doubt it's only four bucks but it's still a whole cake ok, bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I would have thrown the cake back in her face like what I did to that stupid KFC manager at Woodlands if not because Mama wants pandan cake and we could not get it after searching the whole of Novena Square. Knn...what kind of customer service is this? No wonder your counter was empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just remembered - I should send an email to Angie The Choice and complain. In DoRAYmon's words : "DIE BITCH!" (too bad, you stepped on the wrong tail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And this morning, some China woman who works next door pointed out to me that I have wrinkles around my eyes. Another KNN one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Still try to be generous and ask if I want some eye cream. Thank you bitch, but no thanks. I have&amp;nbsp;a bottle of expensive&amp;nbsp;eye cream (that you probably cannot afford)&amp;nbsp;sitting on my dressing table at home. I am just too lazy to use it. Plus, I am a lot younger than you, I DO NOT NEED INTENSIVE CARE like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If I have wrinkles around my eyes, it's because I am happy and I laugh too much and thus the smiley wrinkles around my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Unlike you who have not much wrinkles around your eyes&amp;nbsp;because you&amp;nbsp;probably has nothing in life to be happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-7346542956554101055?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I remembered it was our last morning in Vietnam when we skipped out for breakfast. Firstly, the breakfast at the hotel sucks and I really didn't want to eat it two days in a row. Secondly, I have been wanting to go sit in a little French-like cafe, have coffee and watch the world go by since we touched down in Ho Chi Minh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, that morning, DoRAYmon told me to wake up earlier so we can go have brekkie before flying home. That was the first, followed by many-to-come moments where I would say I wish I can have something and he makes it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been nearly four months since the Vietnam trip. And exactly&amp;nbsp;six months or half a year (depends on how you like to call it) today&amp;nbsp;since we went official. And many times, during these six months, DoRAYmon has been working his magic to make things happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Things haven't been easy for us all the time. There was a prank email which nearly broke us up, times when we are totally broke (my bad lah, cos I went jobless for three months and wiped out all my savings), news of Mama diagnosed with cancer, career changes which affects the stability we were once familiar with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But we have never backed down. Neither have we argued on how difficult things are at times. I am thankful that God sent me someone who has (and whom I know always will) walk through difficult times with me. Whenever things get a little shitty, I always think of that morning when we sat in the little French cafe in HCM and how we let each other in on thoughts of our projected future. That was the moment when I truly believed that something good is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;DoRAYmon said : Because we are happy, time passes by faster. Because we are happy, it makes the journey easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In reply to this, I say : Because we are happy,&amp;nbsp;we had the most splendid six months. Because we are happy,&amp;nbsp;we are going to have many, many more blocks of splendid sixes coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS : Sixes = six months = many, many&amp;nbsp;six months. Not sixteen kid for his dream&amp;nbsp;DOTA &amp;amp; WOW team.&amp;nbsp; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-2279576987236404205?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A recap of the past year....walk with me and re-live the crazy moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;01 January 2009 - Spent New Year counting down with The Sistahood, their partners, my bro, Michael and a few friends at Luke's crib. That was the first New Year that I actually celebrated with a bunch of people after like six years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;January - Three months since Shawn and I broke up. I decided I need to get up on my feet cos I had sat at the crossroad long enough. This was the breakthrough month as I removed the ring from Shawn that I had worn for five whole years. The necklace that I had really loved and worn since he gave it to me on my 21st birthday was also taken down. The old blog that track what happened during our relationship of six years was also shut down for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;February - Threw a mahjong party and The Sistahood plus a bunch of close friends came over for food and mahjong. It was ages since I organized something like that! Awesome party! Met up with Shawn one last time to cancel the mobile lines and the feeling of how everything-is-over-after-we-part-ways-here washed over me. At that point of time, I felt like a burden has been lifted off me and I can finally walk on into my new journey. Attended Her World's birthday party with AW on Valentine's day and got myself drunk on Moet &amp;amp; Chandon by 5pm. (wtf??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;March - Doctor finally instructed "No alcohol". Didn't really listen but instead of drinking everyday, I cut down the drinking sessions to three/ four a week. An achievement ok?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;April - First time to Batam for a spa weekend with Sea Cucumber! Also, it was this time when I decided to not be so "dao" and accept more people/ friends into my life. Also, around this time, I embraced my title of being "Single" and am proud of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May - Second time to Batam with Sea Cucumber. Attended Pink Dot event at Hong Lim Park with JT &amp;amp; LP. Went out for quite a few dates. Knew DoRAYmon via FB. 29 May - first time DoRAYmon and I met up at Boiler. &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;June - First time I joined a movie night thingy with HY and the girls at Luke's. Got my third tattoo on the back of my neck. Fell very sick for a week - stupid viral infection and gastric flu. Started to spend more time with DoRAYmon while status was unknown. &amp;nbsp;-.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;July - DoRAYmon had a couple of misplaced wallet and key incidents and started staying over. Then we went to Genting. And become a couple officially in Genting (of all places). Then we became "&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;同居蜜友"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ever since. **Happiness**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;August - Attended unofficial pink dot picnic at Botanic Gardens with DoRAYmon, Chris, Terence and Louis. Went to the Smirn-Off event together on National Day where DoRAYmon meets JT. It was HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;September - Spent the first stay-cation at Rasa Sentosa with DoRAYmon a week before Vietnam. Visited Vietnam for the first time with DoRAYmon, Sis and Mao Mao - best holiday ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;October - Left the PR company I was working for after three years. DoRAYmon organized a birthday dinner for me and it was also the first time we celebrated my birthday. Booked our tickets for Perth. First time in my life where I booked a holiday four months in advance! &amp;nbsp;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;November - Accepted the offer at the new company, it's a managerial position! DoRAYmon and I had our first quarrel. Eeyer. Wasn't a very happy month but we survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;December - This is a fucking eventful month. Seriously. Went to Buko Nero (the restaurant that's famous for the months' long wait list) for dinner. Got an email which we have dismissed as a prank email (I can't write details of what happened because of some possible legal issues). Mum got diagnosed with breast cancer. We got couple phones - the iPhone! Well, I got mine myself lah while DoRAYmon's was a Christmas gift from me. DoRAYmon finally met the family, including the grandparents. Mama finally giving us her blessings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AND, a day or rather twenty four hours before the year ended, DoRAYmon said (I know he will probably strangle me for writing this out but I can't help it!) : You are going to be my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wooooo.....weeeee......wooooooot! What can I say? *acts shy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eh...this is not a proposal. No. Really not lah. But it could possibly happen soon. Yes, I am ultra confident in Us. &amp;nbsp;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I saw how the past year began and ended, I realize how drama it looks. It began in the worst possible way but ended in the best scenario ever. When I thought my door was closed for good forever, God decided to send me an angel to turn my fucked up life around and fill it up with a lot of laughter and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't been this happy for a long, long time. Looking at how good this new year is already looking - I start in my new career next week, we have a trip to Australia next month, we have talked about working out something concrete for us when we are back from holidays, we are talking (though vaguely) of vacation plans in the third quarter of the year) - I can't help but look forward to our new year. &amp;nbsp;^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This pretty much sums up my crazy 2009 and gives you an insight into my beautiful 2010. How about you? What have you done for the past year? Are you looking forward to the next year excitedly like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS : I have drafted an entry on my new year resolutions. Oh yeah, I did it again. Some are practical while some are crap which I really don't intend to keep. But I am tired after the mahjong games today and DoRAYmon is nagging at me to go to bed (the nagging has stopped for a few minutes now though...haha) so I guess I will post it up over the next couple of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My answer to her then was : Aiya, playboy then playboy la. No status then no status la. I am not looking for a partner now anyway. Plus you want to match-make me to the Indo-Chinese guy in Batam all the time. I can play around before going for the match-make session mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, Ray and I went to Genting for a weekend and the rest, like they said....is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, while Ray was out, Mama came and have a talk with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama : Are you both getting married? If yes, can get married at end of 2010 or wait till 2011?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : *looking nervous* Why must this kind of date huh? *then got dramatic* And why you want to marry me off so quickly? Six months ago, you want to send me to match-make with some guy and now you want to marry me off?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama : No la. Cos we (Mama, Stepdad and sister) are moving back to Woodlands after your sister's PSLE next year. So, when you guys get married then, there is extra space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : But we are all perfectly fine now mah. Enough rooms mah. No need to move la.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama : Then when you have baby, how? Baby sleep where?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : *wah kao....my mama think until so far* Sleep with me, in my room la. Eh, I thought you say Ray look very flirtatious? You dare to marry me off to him ah? Not scared later he cheat on me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama : You happy can already. If happy, then marry, When not happy, then divorce. Anyway, you so fierce, if he cheat on you, he know he will kena jialat jialat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : *knn* I change already ok?!?! I very good tempered now hor! Very long never "chu" stunts already can???? Fine, so you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DARE&lt;/b&gt; to marry me off to a flirtatious looking guy now la?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama : Whatever la. Whatever makes you happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mama's love - how great it is. In a situation like that, parents will only react two ways. One, insist that that guy is a flirt, and stop you from going out with him or nag till you stop dating him. Second, let you do whatever that makes you happy. If you succeed, they pop champers to celebrate your success. If you fail, they welcome you back into their embraces with a blanket and warm cocoa (in my case, it's a few bottles of wine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember Mama was very strict with me when I was a kid. She used to cane me till I scream and yelp (and black out once which is hilarious everytime we talk about it). But one thing that she did and I always felt that she did right was being very supportive in whatever we do. Even when she knows that chances of succeeding is near zero, she will still let us do what we want. She believes that to know the pain and to avoid getting hurt in future, you need to fall and climb back up yourself first. However, the one thing she will always do is have our backs when we come crying home. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When Ray and I were at the status-unknown stage, many times I had to defend our relationship and my choice. I know a lot of people were not happy then because they felt I deserve better but it was also too late to turn back. Mama questioned our relationship only once and she left it at that. Of course, when we went official, I could see the relief on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, almost six months later, I know Mama has come to accept Ray fully and she is actually not worried about marrying me off to him. *looks amused*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last big thing for this year, I guess, will be that we finally have Mama's blessings. This is really important to me because it means that I will not have to defend Ray and our relationship anymore. Eh....the Empress Dowager has spoken. Who dares to defy her?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am truly blessed. I started 2009 in tears but thirty hours from now, I will bade farewell to it with a huge smile (or Pikachu grin as Ray would have call it).&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pikachu grin :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year because it reminds me that it is nearly year end, I get to attend many parties and not to mention the pressies I receive and it is when I know the new year (definitely a better year) is going to arrive soon. Heeeee......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;This Christmas was near perfect. For the past few years, I always had to attend Christmas parties alone even though I was attached. I always had to decide if it's the family or the boyfriend I want to accompany. Needless to say, the family wins year after year after year. LOL. (however, it's a pain having to decide year after year after year)&amp;nbsp;This Christmas, I no longer have to make such decisions because I have met someone who have the same beliefs as me - we like family gatherings like these (hah!). So instead of deciding who to accompany this year, Ray came with me to Grandma's. Fine, I had it easy with Ray but that's because he loves me enough to come know my family better ok?&amp;nbsp; *smug look*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;This year, we did the gifts exchange before Christmas Day. I decided to give Ray his gift a couple of days earlier cos I know he will want to jailbreak his iPhone (yes, that's his Christmas pressie) so by the time it's all done up, it would have been Christmas Day. And I got my pressie on Christmas Eve. I strongly believe I got my gift earlier by a day because Ray knows I have been snooping around, trying to look for my gift. Oh, did I mention he stupidly said there was a Christmas gift for me a few days before Christmas? I initially thought the pink iPhone cover was the gift but then he said there was something else. And so I snooped. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;But, the gift aside, the best Christmas gift this year were the promises Ray wrote in the card. Yah lah, I know words are cheap but to know that someone can feel so strongly for me at that point of time makes me go gaga. No, I am not showing the contents in the card. Well, maybe one day when I win some awards like XX, then I might write my own love story and show everyone the contents.......but wait long long hor............&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Knowing that he is willing to be with me no matter how tough it is now and is willing to climb every steep uphill climb with me is the best gift for me. Knowing that he will fight for us and our future is the best assurance I can ever asked for. In short, just by being here with me is already the best gift he could have given to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Ray said the other day : "The new year is approaching. It's going to be a new year, a new start for us".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;We do not know what will happen in the future. 2010 is going to be busy, busy, busy for sure as I continue the second leg of my career advancements while Ray embarks on a whole new career. But I know we are going to leave behind all the bad memories (silly prank emails and arguments, or rather that one argument) and move ahead together, as a couple, as a team for a better year. And maybe, if all goes well, I will be blogging about our Christmas next year!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of words, enjoy the pictures as promised.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/SzmcOzdltmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/swPuoqxp3nU/s1600-h/Christmas_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/SzmcOzdltmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/swPuoqxp3nU/s400/Christmas_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas pressies! Can guess who got what for who now?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/SzmcRi6Q7dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CPtcK4I83P8/s1600-h/iphone_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/SzmcRi6Q7dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CPtcK4I83P8/s400/iphone_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;One is mine lah. Not a Christmas pressie though. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But the one on the right is someone's Christmas pressie. Lucky DoRAYmon. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Obvious enough which belongs to who? Oh actually, I sometimes think that Ray kinda like Hello Kitty but is too shy to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ta-dah.....My Christmas pressie!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Think they are just photos? Each of them represent something - the first day we went official at Genting, the first time we went on a holiday to Vietnam and my birthday which we first celebrated together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Effort max to dig them out, have them printed and fitted into frames. Many had thought it was me who did this but no......not me. It was my DoRAYmon.&amp;nbsp; *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, DoRAYmon, welcome to the family.&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Over at Erin's, we decided we need to have a shot with the Christmas tree to commemorate our first Christmas together. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy holidays, all! Catch up in 2010 again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year and all the best to all you lovely readers out there!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Went with Mama to the hospital yesterday and the operation is confirmed for 11th Jan. We still do not know the stage of the cancer but for now, we are crossing fingers and hoping it's at the advance stage. We need a lot of strength to be strong for her and I admit it's getting emotionally strained to stay calm and to act like normal so as not to affect her mood. It's truly a hard time and it sometimes takes every bit of strength in me not to break into tears when I think of how we can easily lose her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's hard but I know God is watching on us from above. In our moments of weakness, I hope he will somehow help us pull through. Anyway, thank you guys for the words of encouragement. It may be just words but for now, it really mean a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's Christmas Eve now as I draft this entry. I was looking forward to this Christmas because last year's was crap. Mama's diagnosis took me by shock and I don't feel festive at all. Oh well, maybe the mood will build up tomorrow morning. Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a wish list actually. But for this year, I am not going to be greedy and I am going to ask for just one thing - all I want for Christmas this year is for Mama to be well and healthy like before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am going to go look at Christmas for an hour or so. Maybe I will start feeling festive. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bye for now or rather till the next entry where you will all get to see what Ray got for me this Christmas. Guarantee you will all go "Aw....." though the effort placed in the gift cannot fight with me (yes, I very yaya one). Full story of how much effort I placed in his gift will accompany the photos. Sit tight and wait ah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas all and God bless you and your loved ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel like getting a tattoo. A fighting fish tattoo that I have been yearning for a long, long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things haven't been well lately. And please, for fuck's sake, stop asking if I am okay. I am not. And seriously, is "I AM NOT okay" the answer you want to hear? If not, shut the fuck up and fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just when the first argument ended and things are looking up, another bomb had to drop. Friend or foe, I wonder what you are exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are a friend, till now, I am still very curious why you are withholding your identity. Why do you want to see your friend hurt if you are &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; a friend? Don't tell me that you are afraid that when we meet up in future, we will feel awkward. This is an excuse, not a reason. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;othing is more awkward than this hoo-ha you have created. I hope you are happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are a foe or psycho bitch, I hope you will burn in hell. Your kids will be born with no assholes and they will choke on fishballs and sotong balls. If you have a son, he will have erectile dysfunction, so bad that he cannot even have a hard-on to PCC. If you have a daughter, she will have no womb. Not only can she never have children, she can forget about having sex. Btw, I will keep on sending porn stuff to your children just to see them suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As for you, I hope you will fall into god-damn holes you come across, have flower pots drop on your head, cars e-braking at you (so you will have many heart attacks) and get cheated on by all your partners. If you think this is a funny prank, let me tell you - this is a fucking sick joke. If you are that free, maybe you should spend more time thinking on how you can contribute to this society instead of doing retarded stuff like that. Oh, but wait, you don't have much brains, do you? How to think like that? Huh? Huh? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry all, especially those of you who are students - this probably all sound very crude but I am super pissed off now. I could have print screen the email I received from someone claiming to be my friend and stick it all onto my blog but for now, I am holding that back because of some reasons, which I will tell when time is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS : Over the years, I realize I have a very foul mouth. Once, over an argument, I told my friend that I hope his dad will die and sure enough, he died in his sleep shortly after. To another friend, I told him I hope his mum will kena kidney disease so that they can all suffer and true enough, that happened. This is one of the reasons why I choose to swear at people with the most unkind words than curse them because my curses do come true. So, whoever you are, I am not taking these back. In fact, I wish you the best of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416116763178160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/SynpgBNF0FI/AAAAAAAAAZw/So4G_sMp8AU/s400/knife+stab.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-30411887401294943?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But if you are not happy, even a second will feel like a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God, until today, I am still asking for time to slow down a little. I can't catch up, it's passing by too fast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As of today, I am STILL amazed at how time flies by. It's a weird feeling cos it seems like we have done a lot. But how much can be done in five months? We seem to have been together for a long time. But it's only five months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A friend said : Settling down always take heaps of effort and I've always believed that if both parties tango together, the dance steps will be in sync after getting used to each other....And after that, one cannot do without each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, me being me, sometimes I refuse to dance and I stand at my spot and whine a lot about how unromantic he has become, how he plays his games more than he looks at me, how he no longer is mushy. But really, I do appreciate all that he has done. Love is fulfilling your love's wishes without them having to make any requests. And I have seen for myself how all I need is to mention something and Ray will go all out to make it happen. The best part - I never have to ask him to do it or even try to drop any hints and viola, wish granted! I guess this is what they mean by "To love is to give".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, Ray and I don't know how to do the Tango. We do it the "Dirty Dancing" way and luckily, we have no problems getting in-sync there. Wahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the TMI but if you don't like it, you can stop reading my blog. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I guess since we are young and flexible right now, we will concentrate on putting lots of effort in synchronizing our dirty dances......till the day when we are old and our bones are brittle, we might just settle for the Tango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409874666244922098" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdOI-283opE/SxO8WKDp2vI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a-5YJLVXuG4/s400/Tango_01.jpg" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 350px; cursor: pointer; height: 252px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249024929800625891-7280829053227227624?l=boombablala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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