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Had my breakfast in my hotel, the variety is awesome, a lot of chinese stuff too. Sad thing was i was sitting alone, and eating alone. its the most boring thing ever. But the food is great. &lt;br /&gt;
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Head to hall and ya, that's my day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Knocked off around 7pm, had dinner and went for foot reflexology, was great. &lt;br /&gt;
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1st day of show tmr, hope things are fine. Gotta get up early tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-8658534410617557447?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Same thing, here alone, on work trip. Checked in my hotel, do a little bit of this and that and head over to hall. Walking distance but its a 15min walk... so far......... Can't possible wear heels and walk, i will cry. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dunno why, didn't have the kind of mood to upload stuff while i was in KL and Cologne, although Cologne is due to the expensive internet. Here, I got time to come back to hotel early, washed up, and sit on the bed and typed it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hotel is great, not much complains about work today, tower is up nicely. Supplier brought me out for dinner, steamboat dinner. Can you believe they serve you during steamboat, pour the food in, cooked the right way, and constand attention on individual table. The kind of pride in their work is so much better than those in Singapore. Its quite an experience. :) Steamboat place is call: 海底捞, quite a few branches in Shanghai I heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And just headed back to hotel early. Needed more rest today, woke up so damn early for the flight. Flight was ok, but the aircrew weren't attentive enough. O well... Not everyday is a good day right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1st day in Shanghai, so far so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-1570146361632725758?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We spent his BD at his house, doing the car, shopping and feasting. Simple and nice... Although I complained it was boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv8vq8VNBnM/TizqDkLDi8I/AAAAAAAAEfo/RNSBFD6ZKjo/s1600/IMG_4837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv8vq8VNBnM/TizqDkLDi8I/AAAAAAAAEfo/RNSBFD6ZKjo/s320/IMG_4837.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The past week was really tiring. I don't know why but work was kind of tearing me apart, with all the little little things that was picked on. I felt so dumb in every single way. There were meetings after meetings which were so not constructive and were not comprehensive for me. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I cancelled a few meet ups and left the one on Friday coz i can sleep in on Sat. We went to Brewerkz, it was so nice. :) The beer i meant. Maybe its coz its the end of the work week and i was really happy the dratful week was finally over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It is always nice to chill with the 2 of them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWBZrGVQdy4/Tizqn8R5phI/AAAAAAAAEf0/Wj7DK4EZxRU/s1600/224463_10150724633940486_893815485_20080757_1440929_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWBZrGVQdy4/Tizqn8R5phI/AAAAAAAAEf0/Wj7DK4EZxRU/s320/224463_10150724633940486_893815485_20080757_1440929_n.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Preps for Phuket once my colleague returns from his leave. I'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why? Having my dream came true?! Hahaha!!! Firstly, its the thought of paying the monthly installment (although i'm paying 1/4 of it only) and the parking and the interior. Hahahaha!!! I need a freaking reverse camera which caused somewhere between $200 to a few thousands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just bought the season parking and because my house already got 2 vehicles (Papa and 2kor ones), I cannot get the open carpark at my place, I could only be given the multi storey carpark some 5min walk away, and it caused $90......... Sigh......... Darling bought the coupons and cash card which costs $50. Soon, he will be bringing it for car wash and the rest of the ja ba lang stuff. Good thing he was smart enough to get the dealer to put full tank of petrol, otherwise, its another cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FYI, its an OPC, means I could only use it from 7am to 7pm and full days on Sat and Sun. Bf&amp;nbsp;gonna sell off his J-plate car soon! Then our Fit will go into JB! Yeah! No more season parking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5jLGJuRQJA/Tgqba0jemWI/AAAAAAAAEfI/3yH0zD6KJoA/s1600/IMG_4127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5jLGJuRQJA/Tgqba0jemWI/AAAAAAAAEfI/3yH0zD6KJoA/s320/IMG_4127.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some will think its stupid to buy a S-plate car and put it in JB but the thing is my lovely bf loves his home country, and his family, so he always travels back home after work (about 40min drive/ride), and once he receives his PR status which is estimated to be known by the end of the year, he can't drive a J plate anymore, so his main means of transport will be his bike and the S plate car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His usual practice is ride bike during weekdays (saves money and less hassle on the traffic) and drives during weekends, so he's gonna maintain that with the Fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Many plans ahead, difficult journey but we're slowly getting there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-6292830504463429106?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, the organizer who is from NZ is a very nice and friendly guy. He brought Russian Vodka to our office early 10am. And offered us to drink a small sip early in the morning. The alcohol is not too bad, very smooth to the throat and you can feel the dryness shortly after. &lt;br /&gt;
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Its called the &lt;em&gt;Russian Standard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-6302552129337852712?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ok9RjFPbZ-v06FxqigZPAERKfPQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ok9RjFPbZ-v06FxqigZPAERKfPQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pNvd/~4/zv4yDBXphyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://applegloryoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6302552129337852712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10102677&amp;postID=6302552129337852712" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10102677/posts/default/6302552129337852712?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10102677/posts/default/6302552129337852712?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pNvd/~3/zv4yDBXphyE/russian-standard.html" title="Russian Standard" /><author><name>Our marks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/S2vMiACI87I/AAAAAAAADtw/-IrRMc1H7gQ/s1600-R/IMAG0069.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STti-3mXrOE/Tgk1Wd2UqxI/AAAAAAAAEfE/W--xf9jXwEU/s72-c/023.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://applegloryoflove.blogspot.com/2011/06/russian-standard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDQXkzfSp7ImA9WhZaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10102677.post-669177386166351655</id><published>2011-06-27T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:27:50.785+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T11:27:50.785+08:00</app:edited><title>听你说 - 郁可唯&amp;林凡</title><content type="html">我挺开心你为努力生活。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
和你们分享要的每一秒钟。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
如果难过你的肩膀最辽阔。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
你帮我带走乌云满布的天空。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
如果生活少了有你陪我。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我整天开着手机也感到失落。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
因为我们都最想看到彼此灿烂的笑容。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我懂星座却没有人想我，&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
真的喜欢一个人安静的自由。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我做的梦我坚持做到最后。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
就算我爬到云端也继续做梦。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我唱的歌只希望能快乐。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
其它我也不想要想的太多。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
因为我们都最想，拥有自己最真的感动。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们同时拥有一个真心的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
要日出日落，因为有梦，所以更认真生活。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们真实拥有一片美好的的天空。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
不能常联络却更紧握我们交换的美梦。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
只想听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我懂星座却没有人想我，&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
真的喜欢一个人安静的自由。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我做的梦我坚持做到最后。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
就算我爬到云端也继续做梦。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我唱的歌只希望能快乐。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
其它我也不想要想的太多。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
因为我们都最想，拥有自己最真的感动。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们同时拥有一个真心的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
要日出日落，因为有梦，所以更认真生活。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们真实拥有一片美好的的天空。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
不能常联络却更紧握我们交换的美梦。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
只想听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们同时拥有一个真心的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们同时拥有一个真心的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
要日出日落，因为有梦，所以更认真生活。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们同时拥有一个真心的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
要日出日落，因为有梦，所以更认真生活。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我们真实拥有一片美好的的天空。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
听你说，听你说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
不能常联络却更紧握我们交换的美梦。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
只想听你说……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-669177386166351655?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not going with Mr Hoo, not XT but with Ling Hui. Wahahahah!!! Its the last week of her holiday and ta da, we decided to go to Thailand, Phuket!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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We have booked ourselves 2 Tiger Airways tix with 15kg baggage and a Twin room at Sugar Palm Grand Hillside which reviews are not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijOOa8Sx93U/TgKceClWD7I/AAAAAAAAEfA/obGWG2Kyh8M/s1600/pic1-sugar-palm-grand-hillside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijOOa8Sx93U/TgKceClWD7I/AAAAAAAAEfA/obGWG2Kyh8M/s1600/pic1-sugar-palm-grand-hillside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hotelthailand.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait for August to come!!! I'm gonna have lots of sun, sand and ALCOHOL!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think this break is necessary after so long. Don't wanna regret not going anywhere for some fun. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-6411809820555760435?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I met up with Ting and Hui one of the nights before my birthday and Hui took us to this place called 15min Cafe. Pretty impressive servers they have - dun even need a pen and paper to write down the orders, they just memorise everything. &lt;br /&gt;
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We were all damn hungry when we arrived and yes, we over-ordered and were forcing our stomach to take in more. Ting, the usual cheater, never eat her share of food! Hahahaaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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We met Leoric Mok. Hee~ Our primary school classmate. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Gonna say this again, the 3 of us, been through pretty much since our Primary school days, on and off, friends and not, until today, we've come to realise how much we have played a part in each others' life, not a lot, but that part, its enough. &lt;br /&gt;
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To&amp;nbsp;my beloved Wang Xueting and Toh Ling Hui, thanks for being a part of my life. A decade and counting... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLLyy9GjOOk/Tf6ttzE3o1I/AAAAAAAAEek/Hfoj-JNsrZU/s1600/231090_10150604526185486_893815485_18818434_1244034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLLyy9GjOOk/Tf6ttzE3o1I/AAAAAAAAEek/Hfoj-JNsrZU/s320/231090_10150604526185486_893815485_18818434_1244034_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On my birthday morning, apart from all the rush from hospital and home, I saw a big pink box on my table at home. My 2kor and his gf bought a simple pressie for me. Etude House fragrance. Its quite nice, works on the hair too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--y0Epo5C-eQ/Tf6u33GA3_I/AAAAAAAAEes/ZvMJUQAItPo/s1600/64887_157532504269392_156132414409401_351020_3690567_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--y0Epo5C-eQ/Tf6u33GA3_I/AAAAAAAAEes/ZvMJUQAItPo/s1600/64887_157532504269392_156132414409401_351020_3690567_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--y0Epo5C-eQ/Tf6u33GA3_I/AAAAAAAAEes/ZvMJUQAItPo/s320/64887_157532504269392_156132414409401_351020_3690567_n.jpg" width="243px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A quick meet up with Wen and Joan for our long awaited ice cream date! Hahaa!!! We had dinner at Tonkichi or something like that and headed to Cold Stone Creamery at Orchard Central! Hee~ I had this ice cream for the 1st time at Dubai, and the servers were throwing the ice creams everywhere, playing plenty of tricks with it. To have it again in Singapore, its different, with my Poly pals, even more different. Thanks, girls!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bsO5anwB6wg/Tf6xs4bhC0I/AAAAAAAAEe0/wtUBaQqY9ro/s1600/255170_10150654580510486_893815485_19286821_8125534_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bsO5anwB6wg/Tf6xs4bhC0I/AAAAAAAAEe0/wtUBaQqY9ro/s320/255170_10150654580510486_893815485_19286821_8125534_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿With aiai, our usual birthday treats to each other. How cute, we are getting very rountine already. We had Suki Sushi buffet and OMG, they got everything on the menu!!!! hahaha!!! We were like feasting on raw meat and eggs and raw meat and eggs... Hahahaha!!! Loves Ai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBa_AdYsXr4/Tf6tud0yENI/AAAAAAAAEeo/ZXHqPxuI0Yc/s1600/254480_10150269809874085_771744084_8996450_8241721_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBa_AdYsXr4/Tf6tud0yENI/AAAAAAAAEeo/ZXHqPxuI0Yc/s320/254480_10150269809874085_771744084_8996450_8241721_n.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Something's missing huh? I did celebrate with my darling on my birthday itself. But because I spent most of the day in the hospital that day, we only had a simple dinner at Vivocity. We had Brotzeit. Ordered plenty of sausages and salad and wedges... I rmbed i was sick then, coughing and coughing... Then Darling and I went shopping in Vivo. I bought a pair of heels from Mitju as a birhday gift for myself. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not photos taken because there was no mood for it. But I'm glad, it was all enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy 23rd Ms Teo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking a train to work and out of no where, there's just this familiarity there, and I couldn't help but remember her presence. &lt;br /&gt;
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I never thought I could be so affected by Ah Mah's passing. Back then, i will think about the time when my parents had to go, and I always feel that I won't be too much affected but now, even when its Ah mah, that feeling is so strong. When she was in the hospital, i was still telling myself that this is life cycle and we have to accept it but my first reaction when i was told ah mah left, was nothing but tears... &lt;br /&gt;
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I find those feelings lingering in me so fascinating, so weird in a way. But, life must go on. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, those memories keep coming back, but ah mah will never come back. She was a strong woman, from when the time i had memory of her, she brought up her kids well, and she was very strict towards many things. But now that she is gone, we must not let those things pull us back, she won't want us to do that either. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;And I will never forget that last journey we walked through with you.. That butterfly that linger on the van with your casket, I hope it was Ah Gong holding your hand... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So... As life goes back to being normal again, I went back to work, back in office, colleagues were preparing for SFE. Really exhausted. That weekend, it was 12-13 hours daily for 5 days. Although we have our free time but ya, it was still real tiring with people continuously coming back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;
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Work has become very routine, after 1.5yrs... I kept getting "arrowed" for no reason, sometimes over minor issues, and it definitely doesn't help when my colleague decided not to help. I know, this kind of thing, its always better to not bother. I understand that. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know everywhere got this kind of problem. but when pay isn't really much and had to put up with such craps, it just gets tougher. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I'm gonna do my best! And we'll see how everything goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With Ah mah's passing, it also meant plenty of changes. Old people say no celebration of any sort for i'm not sure how long, that includes wedding. But Da kor had already paid his deposit for his banquet for October this year. I'm not sure what is their decision now but the last I heard was postponing to next year, any time later, they will forfeit their deposit which is like so scheming lor!&lt;br /&gt;
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With Da kor's wedding, many things are gonna happen or change at home. Their BTO will only come in 2 to 3 years time, so after their wedding, they decided to move into our house, which kind of meant that 2kor and i had to share a room. 2kor dun like the idea mostly because we're all grown up, and I'm a girl and he is also already married. Too&amp;nbsp;much inconvenience, so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;
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From my point of view, it really doesn't matter, because even if that happens, its gonna be for 1 or 2 years only, but its kind of&amp;nbsp;a very big thing for my 2kor. &lt;br /&gt;
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I thought of moving out, but this is not as feasible or easy as I thought. &lt;br /&gt;
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After plenty of brainstorming and arguements between many people in my family, my 2kor&amp;amp; his wife decided to move out. They wanted to buy a resale at first but after calculation felt its not possible, then going back and forth, back and forth..................... they finally decided to move to my 2sao's mother's place for 1year. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, its not exactly that bad but from certain point, its not good at all. I shall not go into too much details.&lt;br /&gt;
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When kids grow old and are not financially that rich, really have many such problem. Especially for a family like ours. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was also quite a good choice although with much disappointment previously about the ROM matter but because the original date was pushed back, ah mah's matter didn't clash with anything. Otherwise, it would have. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, Mr Hoo and I came to a consensus of saving up plenty of money before we do anything else. But due to his nationality, a lot of things need to put into consideration. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, our 1st step, to sell off his J-plate, and get a S-plate car, something afforadable and convenient and of course to his family's liking (complain: although they are not paying anything for it). We've been slowly sourcing for a good car since a couple of weeks ago, it really has been a tedious process. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Our 2nd step, signed our life off to each other but this has to wait for at least after 49 days after ah mah's passing. Then, get papa's good agreement then we'll head to the newly renovated ROM to do the necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGxz1oWWBUQ/Te8xz0M74II/AAAAAAAAEeI/d5efprzC2kU/s1600/IMG_1983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGxz1oWWBUQ/Te8xz0M74II/AAAAAAAAEeI/d5efprzC2kU/s320/IMG_1983.jpg" t8="true" width="263px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup, I had the&amp;nbsp;proposal ring sat in my room for quite a while now. And have yet to review our engagement ring, which he kept in secret.&amp;nbsp;Hee~&lt;br /&gt;
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After that,&amp;nbsp;we'll&amp;nbsp;save plenty of money to get ready for our house and our wedding.&amp;nbsp;Look out for BTO&amp;nbsp;along the way or check out on resale. We'll see la.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the time I'm&amp;nbsp;25 and he's 37, we will&amp;nbsp;officially become husband&amp;amp;wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope nothing will go wrong because all these while, he has really been a good boyfriend, not the best, but a good one, and that's enough for me,&amp;nbsp;coz the good&amp;nbsp;will go&amp;nbsp;a long long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;When there&amp;nbsp;is really nothing more left in store,&amp;nbsp;the heart stops holding faith... It takes&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;one thing,&amp;nbsp;one earth-shaking&amp;nbsp;incident to give one a whole new&amp;nbsp;perspective of life...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never knew it would come so soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I was left with was those memories we used to share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every single bit of smiles I ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the bad Hokkiens I tried to bring across&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the Hacks sweet that was always on the kitchen table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tiles I ran when&amp;nbsp;I was so little back in the Clementi Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I had no cousins, just my brothers, just our family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You saw us grew up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You played a part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times when you came to my place and helped with the house work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When papa mama quarrelled, you always scream at them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was performing on stage, you were there watching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first ever plane ride, you were with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always look forward to say "gong xi fa cai" during Chinese New Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those times when you'd scold me when mama complain to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we grew up, and we frequent your place lesser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It still feels the same when you smile and held my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ai Ping ah" you would called out and I will smile back at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times when we visited Ah gong's grave, when you would teared but stayed strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always choose and pick your food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you complain about your son's wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most times when you dote on your grandchildren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times when you were strong while waiting to be treated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stayed strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;papa always asked me to give you a call before I take off to any countries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We always say the same thing, you'd ask me to take care, I'd ask you to rest plenty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were so sick but you still recognized me, you still held my hand, you still waved goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those images of you flashing right in front of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so vividly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those last moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times I stayed awake to finish this journey with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those images playing over and over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to accept the fact that you are gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more calls to tell you I'm flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more scoldings from you when I do wrong things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more "Ah mah, rest plenty"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah mah, I thought you will be fine... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you will spend more times with us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm glad you left painless, you left without struggle... 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The shows were all good, but as usual, tiring and hectic. Dubai was pretty stressful but revisiting those places i've been to 1 year ago was really like, "hey, i'm back, things are the same!" but of coz, there're some stuff which were different already. Its nice to go back there, with new colleagues and counterparts. New explorations, new experiences. I went to Dubai Mall again, where the huge aquarium was, and it cracked the last time i was there, and saw the musical fountain, was so beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had quite a few meals of TGIF and many photo shoots with my colleague and boss. And I met a scandal again! Hee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some pics to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HnipgeoNfRc/TcoyULq6GSI/AAAAAAAAEdI/JNk216i7tXs/s1600/188983_10150114409952361_734032360_6372837_7101880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HnipgeoNfRc/TcoyULq6GSI/AAAAAAAAEdI/JNk216i7tXs/s320/188983_10150114409952361_734032360_6372837_7101880_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then i was in Seoul. Gotten sick after the 1st day of landing, it was terrible. Seoul was 12 degree and below and everyday, its just so cold, too cold for me. The cold caught up with me and bugged me till I landed in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dear bff, better known as Hui joined me on this journey, but she had a much much better time than me, which I'm really happy for her. Afterall, i'm there to work, and she's there for holiday! She went out walking alone, PROUD of her, *clapS* We had quite some good food, spent money and just shop!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its really a shoppers' paradise, would love to go again, for leisure the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Great exhibitors with great feedbacks about the show, so i'm glad. Just pissed off by the contractor but I shall not penalised them on what someone else did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, Seoul is great, if not for the fact that i was sick, it would've been way better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbQd8nGNBAY/Tcoyjr-EDjI/AAAAAAAAEdY/7IlC9ZeheM4/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbQd8nGNBAY/Tcoyjr-EDjI/AAAAAAAAEdY/7IlC9ZeheM4/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-45v9VxaNIjg/Tcoyz5hnOdI/AAAAAAAAEdo/2XigOzVjv0M/s1600/DSC_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45v9VxaNIjg/Tcoyz5hnOdI/AAAAAAAAEdo/2XigOzVjv0M/s320/DSC_0473.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿And as life settles back in Singapore, there was the Election which was something everyone had to talk about. Many views and many perspective but its over, and life has to go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-5268505567300840051?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm flying off to Seoul this weekend. Thinking about the trips i've been to ever since i joined the association. I feel really lucky and at the same time, not. Seeing all the real things happening around me, starting to lose that skill of survival. And dishearten by the facts surfacing everywhere. The government that I respected started to show their flaws, and its painful to see that. &lt;br /&gt;
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Loving all the trips, taking each like a milestone reached but i dun think i can do this for long. Nothing really to be envious of, its just as hard as staying in Singapore doing the same thing over and over. Yet, i am telling myself to JIA YOU and have fun with all of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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My friends aren't doing well in love, neither am i. Seeing those breakups hurts just as much, thinking back and recalling how they've loved but no longer doing so now. Its funny how people changed that fast, how those ideals suddenly switched tracks and how one has to put up with it and carry on with life. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think i can do that. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Eddie Hoo has been lousy and like my work, i'm trying to put them at the back of my head and ignore them for a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Smile, World. It'll be very much better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-1916765711143371926?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Was busy the last week covering duties for one of my colleague because he was overseas for work. Was at Pines for 1.5 days, and it kind of sux. The whole thing planned was turned upside down, the association incurred more expenses for the entire thing. I had to be shouted at for something stupid, and feeling awfully down throughout the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;
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In love, eddie has decided to not do anything at the moment, all the effort i've put in has gone to waste and somehow, its my fault. Because i wanted a proper ROM ceremony, because i couldn't leave in Msia after marriage, because he is the only son, because i am the only daughter.... Seems like i'm a selfish bitch who is forcing him to do everything he never wanted. &lt;br /&gt;
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In family, kept feeling that i'm being short changed because of my brothers. They really get what they wanted, really, everyone is on their side, but they feel like everything is in a mess. They are lucky, they can have everything they want, but me? Nobody seem to be looking out for wad i want. &lt;br /&gt;
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See... Life is in a mess, everything is going down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-3137164873295995900?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One thing i'm glad is, I don't feel tired doing the things I do, i don't complain that i'm too tired to do something (except when i've got period), I actually wanna do the things i wanna do. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I've just returned from Dubai, after an extremely busy late Dec - Feb, I can finally breathe a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some updates perhaps? &lt;br /&gt;
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My last trip for 2010 was Shanghai, again for work. Shanghai is really quite a nice place, although its unfamiliar to me, but the hotel staff made the 1st impression. I was kind of cheated by the cab driver before that though but well, its only S$5, and i was really too tired to count. Anyway, the hotel, I stayed at Radisson, it was really a nice big white room. Like the sight from the hotel too! hOhO! &lt;br /&gt;
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Although i was kind of alone the entire trip but dun really feel too lonely. I had good food, and i got pecked on the cheek by a Spanish lady. Hee~ And I shopped the centre by myself, and bought many many Pocky! hahahaha!!! And, Mr Choo happened to be in Shanghai too and we took the same flight back to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;
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And my pretty sisters (Ting and Hui) and suave darling came to pick me up from the airport together with Ruth picking up her hubby. &lt;br /&gt;
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Shanghai was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Once I return, was busy with CNY luncheon, Dec was ok, pretty quiet but the prep for Dubai was horrible. Really, emails were FLYING everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;
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Busy busy till CNY, and i had an awesome CNY, thought not very much prepared for it. Usual stuff, visiting and eating and meeting up with friends and i played mj with my colleague and ex-supplier, how NICE! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back from CNY, it was the luncheon which made me sick. After the 10th day of CNY, i fell sick, and that was 1 week before my trip to Dubai. I went to the doctors, and got plenty of pills and rested.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was of coz, Valentine's in the midst, sick, i still tried to celebrate with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was Dubai. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dubai was great last year, and this year, its not as bad, though there were quite a few unhappy moments, but well, LOOK OPEN! &lt;br /&gt;
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And I got another scandal there, just like last year. Really funny! Hee~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now that i'm back, I have many plans ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. My 2kor's solemnization&lt;br /&gt;
2.&amp;nbsp;4 Seminars/talks in March&lt;br /&gt;
3. Biz trip in April&lt;br /&gt;
4. Local Show in May&lt;br /&gt;
5. Biz trip in June&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and MOST IMPORTANTLY, my solemnization!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyone can help me source for a nice, cosy and private venue??? Hahahahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Many things up ahead and I will do my best to take them ALL ON!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-19177001842729312?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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K, maybe the term is not familiar to most, the nature of my job - Trade fair, perhaps this will help a little. Anyway, 40 companies and just the 2 of us and another 2 we hired (BlEh!), a bit of challenge but, will enjoy myself! I will not let a teeny bits of work affect my mood overseas! I'm looking forward to EXPENSIVE FOOD and plenty of Coffee BEAN's Kopi! Hee~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Work won't affect my mood but my boyfriend does. Sigh.... Our Anniversary lies on 26 Feb but I'm already there fighting fire with the 40 companies... :( Anniversary didn't mean a lot for us in previous years because we don't usually celebrate, perhaps a dinner and I'll always hand make something for darling but this year, i thought its a bit more important and different from the previous because the chance of us signing the contract is high which means this will be last time we are celebrating Anniversary as dating couples, so it kind of mean something to me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sigh.... &lt;br /&gt;
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Plus my period date is round the corner, emotions are here and there. So, I asked darling to accompany everyday since last Saturday. Good thing CNY is over, and he can leave early, and he kept his promise this time round. :) &lt;br /&gt;
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Pepperlunch dinner, Wang Jiao's Crispy chicken wings, Mcdonald (shared), Tang Shi Fu, shopping in JUSCO, shopping in IMM, Dinner at JE, watched DVD in shop... are some of the simple things we did...Simple and enough. &lt;br /&gt;
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At home, I've been watching TV, drinking Liang Cha, drinking home made soups and slacking whenever possible. Having small talks with bros and their gfs, packing my room, finding a comfort spot and dozed off. Hahaha! Truth is, i just recovered from flu, plenty of rest are vital. &lt;br /&gt;
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At work, plenty of things to do, and the schedule is almost full up until June, haha! Feels so pack. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, tonight, gonna give darling a pretty gift I bought, already gave him the one i made. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;And the paths merged into one... Still, with you by my side...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-3879464896145310152?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
我们已经够多烦恼了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
为什么当我已经准备好咽下这一切，你却要去跟他说？难到你的最终目标也是象他们，要把我们拆散？你忍心吗？&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
也许你可以，毕竟，你们认为的将会成为事实因为你们认为！&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sick and tired of all your craps! Wadever you say is wad u feel, u are just playing mind games with me and my boyfriend. I know you too well, and that's the very reason why it hurts so badly in my heart... &lt;br /&gt;
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My rational mind is running out of balance and I swear I will leave. I dun want to face a group of hypocrites even my brothers even their wife to be! The care that you are giving is way too much for me to comprehend and I will comprehend no more. I will take off because that is for my own good. &lt;br /&gt;
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My family are all that matters to me, and if you all choose not to believe me anymore, there's no more reason for me to be here. I dun care wad my aunty my grandma my uncle says, all that natters are you. But apparently I lost faith. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-5089905069450626229?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I ended a happy day with my Darling, I came home, took my bath and my ma told me how THEY felt that my bf was cheating my money, worse, cheating my MA's money too......... And it gets better, my brother has to come in and put a knife into everything. &lt;br /&gt;
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Right. The 1st year with Eddie Hoo, had to do so much just to make my family believe he's real, and he's real towards me. And at the same time, I saw that he is real towards everything and know what kind of guy he really is. Since then, it was umpteen times of convincing others to see things from my shoes, to see things from his shoes and eventually, having people finally giving us their blessings, envy of this relationship, and accepting the fact that this is it. &lt;br /&gt;
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What others say, it doesn't matter to me. What my family says, matter a lot. But they never know how much their words weigh and they just swing it across, expecting me to comprehend but most of the times, I had to swallow them hard and digest it. Even if I don't, i kept it to myself, tried so hard not to let anyone know. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After Eddie came out on his own, there were so much difficulties. I was WARNED not to use my name to do his business, we had to go through so much boundaries - the law, the venue, the money etc. But we were lucky, we met Amy, she helped unconditionally (k, perhaps to help her business too), and assist in so much. Even after that, Eddie had to work so hard, sometimes till 12am, just to earn enough to cover the rental, the products, the utilities, the insurance, the car, the bike, his family and himself. Its so freaking much, but he's still trying. So many times he wanted to just quit, give it up and let it go, but I kept persuading him to go on, to just give it another shot... It was so tough and it still is but I am ready to help whenever he needs it. &lt;br /&gt;
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My mama started to see how hardworking he is, and starts to finally accepting him, and you know how much that meant to me? A lot.... So much more than life alone. &lt;br /&gt;
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But... They have to come in and tell tales and start badmouthing the man I love, start giving him names, start accusing him... No... All those hard works he put in, I put in, its not worthy of your trust? NO?! Tell me, how much money is it worth to find someone you love, who is working so FUCKING hard just to LET all you FUCKING people see that HE IS WORTHY of ME! And please, for goodness sake, look at my family, HOW FUCKING RICH do you think you ARE to look down on someone who worked from SCRATCH to have what he has today?! NO, you do not have the right to say bad things to someone like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sick to the stomach just thinking about how you discriminate him. No, I'm not blinded by love. I still know how to differentiate right from wrong, and I can see it with my own eyes how hard he works, and how stress he is.... &lt;br /&gt;
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He had a choice. He don't have to be so hardworking, he can just make-do with the measely pay he used to had, but he took 1 HUGE step just to prove to you that he is worthy of me.... &lt;br /&gt;
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"As you grow older, you see more. And those sweet little things become so unimportant...." How do you expect me to read that? To become materialistic??? No, I know my league. I know where I stand. I am not the best, I am just another girl who is Ok in her studies, who landed a good job, and fell in love with someone average. Its not money that I love, its him that I love. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm lucky, I have all the support from my friends, from ALL of my FRIENDS. But is that enough? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I told myself to ignore all the comments from you but sometimes, when it travels to my ear, I get chills. I'm so afraid of my family.... You dare not come straight to me and ask and understand, you had to make assumptions. You had to believe yourself more than me. Do you even know me? What? I only see you like 10 times or something a year? Do you EVEN know ME?! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, you don't. &lt;br /&gt;
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Its a pity... I dun need your blessing because I have all of them from my friends, I don't need it from you. And if my mother believes me, that's enough for me. Even if she decides not to, i'm fine with it too. I live my life, the way I want it to be. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Its been 4 years and it wasn't enough to prove anything to you. So be it. Its none of anyone's business. I'm happy the way I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-6229126791824535572?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I heard over the radio that EARTH is already in contact with ALIENS! OMG! Find it so scary, do they seriously have big eyes, big head and advance technology or are they like Transformer? I hope they are like transformers... Heh. Ok, am dreaming... &lt;br /&gt;
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Well well, 2010 seems to pass by so very quickly. I don't quite rmb much of the happenings throughout the year, any achievements? Hmm.... Travelling many countries counted? Heh! I need to plan my 2011 properly from now on. &lt;br /&gt;
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Much to achieve this year too. I've got more responsibility on hand now, after 1 full year and getting my 13th month bonus, I odd to be more conscientious. HAahahAhA! That's not the reason la! Because I kind of like my job. Although the association can be really in a mess sometimes, its the people that makes the place nice to work in. There's bound to be unahppy times, but i guess everywhere is like that. Well, make&amp;nbsp;a change! &lt;br /&gt;
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2011 also marks the end of checking the "Single" box. If nothing goes wrong, Darling and I will sign that contract this year. Hahahaha! Well, a little unprepared but nothing can be nicely planned i guess. And step by step we'll take. We need to save up for house, for wedding, for car (optional), for ehhh... I think that's it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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And, I also wanna enrol myself into a degree course by this year. I'm hoping to do it by 3rd quarter of the year, so I can have the luxury of the Dec period (not so busy) but dunno will have class or not. HAhaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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SO, i got work, love and studies to accomplish this year. Did it sum up? &lt;br /&gt;
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JIA YOU TEO AI PING! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY 2011!!!!&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/10102677-4983923875955988875?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since my very last update on Ruth and Hui Ge's wedding, I also attended BT Kor's wedding before i set off for France. Really got a lot of weddings this year and I tried to attend those when I'm available for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BT kor's wedding was a good gathering with some of the oldest OHS peeps back then. You know, OHS was a big part of my life, growing up there really thought me a lot. I picked up a lot of things from there and a lot of great people I met. ﻿&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/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQHowQ9PI/AAAAAAAAEVw/m3bomOPUfTk/s1600/73425_441987753601_703633601_5309388_5270505_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQHowQ9PI/AAAAAAAAEVw/m3bomOPUfTk/s320/73425_441987753601_703633601_5309388_5270505_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then it was roughly 2 weeks in Paris. I was really sick before we set off for the trip and it didn't help when it was so damn cold there. The 15 hours flight kind of shortened to say 8 hours because half the time, i was in concussion mode, after drinking 10ml worth of cough syrup, fever pills, flu pills and headache pills. A heat pad was on my stomach through the entire flight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I must say, that rest onboard really helped me recover from the 1 week long sickness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then it was work and Paris and the strike. :(﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtPsXX1bsI/AAAAAAAAEVk/RpmtlTYM6ys/s1600/IMG_3200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtPsXX1bsI/AAAAAAAAEVk/RpmtlTYM6ys/s320/IMG_3200.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtP13GynTI/AAAAAAAAEVo/mCs59pekuZA/s1600/IMG_3144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtP13GynTI/AAAAAAAAEVo/mCs59pekuZA/s320/IMG_3144.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After my return from Paris, I had a busy 2 weeks dealing with local show and some loose ends for the coming trip. And then, i took off to Shanghai again while my colleague took off right away to Macau. The journey to Shanghai was really vague, I didn't get the best seat and I had be to squeezed with minimal space and again, I slept through it coz i was so freaking lack of sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the time, I was by myself. I didn't walk on my own too much, but was glad i had the company of a few bosses during one of the nights, contractor took me to dinner, organiser also took me to dinner, and the rest of it, i was by myself, in my hotel room, watching HBO (thank god there's HBO and MTV). Opps! I did walk on my own a bit near the hotel, shopping in the supermarket. HA!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't get picture of Hui Ge, we took the same flight back from Shanghai, he came to pick me up coz his company allows him to hire a chauffeur and the few hours flight was shortened with him chatting with me, and the 2 hour long movie "3 idiots" made me laugh and cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess the happiest part of this trip was, I came home happy. My girls; Ting and Hui, gave me a HUGE surprise popping up at the airport during my arrival and my darling came to pick me up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I took a day off and rested after this chaotic 2 trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to a Burmese restaurant with Darling for a good treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQ5hJbx4I/AAAAAAAAEWI/H0qyLXkcblk/s1600/IMG_3711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQ5hJbx4I/AAAAAAAAEWI/H0qyLXkcblk/s320/IMG_3711.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQ8r1jY5I/AAAAAAAAEWM/U_b8zaZYGhA/s1600/IMG_3718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQ8r1jY5I/AAAAAAAAEWM/U_b8zaZYGhA/s320/IMG_3718.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was Steven's BD. Can't believe how fast time flies. I still feel so new in this association but its already been a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQ_IkHarI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/tp4Qe54a2vo/s1600/IMG_3725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtQ_IkHarI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/tp4Qe54a2vo/s320/IMG_3725.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In between, somewhere, Darling bought his new bike. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRBAdSqpI/AAAAAAAAEWU/ITDHU2p-bd4/s1600/IMG_3726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRBAdSqpI/AAAAAAAAEWU/ITDHU2p-bd4/s320/IMG_3726.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We&amp;nbsp;had our annual Asia Pacific Food Expo, and i'm telling you, it was a dramatic year. There's no more senior to look up to, we're on our own and i can say, i'm on my own. Half hearted in all the things i've done, i have to admit i'm really bad at multi tasking. The overseas shows drove me almost mad and concurrently dealing with the local show, i was nearly out of breath but i'm glad i didn't have to take charge of too many things. But its times like these that i hope Feliz and Jesscy were around to guide me through but that's no longer possible. &lt;br /&gt;
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The show ended dramatically too. &lt;br /&gt;
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On the Sunday after the show ended, its the BIG walk from Marang trail to Hort park organized by the association. It was a little bit scary being involved in the Ops but i'm glad i pulled through safely. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Knowing my busy schedule at work and i admit i've been giving time only to my boyfriend and my family, i neglected my friends. And I tried to organize a meet up finally, after everything settled down a little 1 week before Christmas. Its been 1 million years!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtROSxAY5I/AAAAAAAAEWk/Lt-W8KcXbrE/s1600/IMG_3857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtROSxAY5I/AAAAAAAAEWk/Lt-W8KcXbrE/s320/IMG_3857.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRSWo1zeI/AAAAAAAAEWs/SM0WPXh7ejQ/s1600/IMG_3875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRSWo1zeI/AAAAAAAAEWs/SM0WPXh7ejQ/s320/IMG_3875.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I went out with mama one of the Wednesday knowing ya, i haven't been going out with her for a while. It was a day long of shopping with her in Chinatown and then we went to Darling's shop and I gave mama a good hair wash. Hee~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRcx-BSII/AAAAAAAAEW0/o9_ErP4MqG4/s1600/IMG_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRcx-BSII/AAAAAAAAEW0/o9_ErP4MqG4/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Met up with my Aiai last week too. Our always simple catch-ups together. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRUdXK5kI/AAAAAAAAEWw/r7OL7Nr3fAg/s1600/IMG_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRUdXK5kI/AAAAAAAAEWw/r7OL7Nr3fAg/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then with my baby forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRe5D613I/AAAAAAAAEW4/uC3zm9ZTjuo/s1600/IMG_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRe5D613I/AAAAAAAAEW4/uC3zm9ZTjuo/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wedding lunch of Mr Wong's son, our entire association were instructed to arrive on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRgrM2tkI/AAAAAAAAEW8/XWWVhAIQzhs/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRgrM2tkI/AAAAAAAAEW8/XWWVhAIQzhs/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRi51nrsI/AAAAAAAAEXA/N_xvpqsZeUU/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRi51nrsI/AAAAAAAAEXA/N_xvpqsZeUU/s320/IMG_0052.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My day ended on 26 Dec with my lovely boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRj_ENekI/AAAAAAAAEXE/w_KIiaLsOVA/s1600/IMG_0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SikiHJEn0Uc/TRtRj_ENekI/AAAAAAAAEXE/w_KIiaLsOVA/s320/IMG_0060.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Today, its 28 Dec 10. 2010 is coming to an end. Its been a really swift year. I never thought I would travel so much in a year, 8 times, that about 3/4 of the year. I really really appreciate everything i've learnt so far at work, its really an eye opener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;My relationship with Eddie has been really rocky this year, I don't know how many people actually knows but i tried to keep it well. I guess his shop and my work contributed to all the unnecessary fights, but we're trying. We know we still love each other... Very much. And soon, its time for us to settle down. Old enough? I think so. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;And I guess 2011 will be a much much better year, extremely good year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;PS: I can't help thinking about what the Tarot card reader said about my life during our last CNY luncheon. It was casual but it seems like, everything she said, is slowly revealing. This is scary... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-5228900702151178441?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The truth that can never be untold. I'm sorry Darling for causing the pain in your heart, I should've just sleep through with it... Darling, can you hold my hand again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-2927505454395749890?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wad I've always been doing seems unrecorded and unreal. I forgot the importance of looking throug my answers and confirming my thoughts. So, this is the price to pay for growing up. When time is so scarce we can barely grip on to life. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many things I want to do but so lil strength and enthusiasm to do. But time is running out, before I knew it, 2010 is already coming to it's end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dreams of those days are slowly but surely losing it's place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have plenty of dreams, and I hope to fulfill at least 1 in my life. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's time I return to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-6789565913710499751?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Busy&amp;nbsp;period is finally over. When&amp;nbsp;I think back, its actually pretty fulfilling, when you know nothing and slowly picked things up. It takes time and effort to know&amp;nbsp;everything, and i still&amp;nbsp;have a long distance to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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My boyfriend and I&amp;nbsp;have been fine recently, I am&amp;nbsp;doing my best to give in and I can see, he is doing the same.&amp;nbsp;An improvement&amp;nbsp;I presumed. I&amp;nbsp;guess i pushed this relationship too much, and made it so tensed for myself and for him sometimes and his lack of "bother-ness"&amp;nbsp;drives&amp;nbsp;the same relationshipt to the brink. But when i&amp;nbsp;broke&amp;nbsp;to him my thoughts, my&amp;nbsp;willingness to give this up, if need be brought him back.&amp;nbsp;At least now, I feel he thinks for me as well. And I, decided I shall not bother much anymore because there are too many other things in life to smile and laugh about than to be crying everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we are fine, better than ever! I am looking forward to next year, Darling, with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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His shop isn't doing too good.&amp;nbsp;I, too, decided to withdrew from any&amp;nbsp;decision or comments towards the rest of the&amp;nbsp;shop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recent happenings caused too much trouble to me. I dun judge, and&amp;nbsp;i hate to be judged. And when I do pass my judgement towards somebody, I will always say, that's my opinion. Apparently others don't think that way, others will assume that my opinion stands for someone else's opinion, and start to be bias against myself and the others. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't pull pple in for no reason. The only reason somebody else comes into the picture is because you associate them with me. In this instance, look at my boyfriend and me as 2 individual person, with our own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its irritating when you see everybody putting in 100% effort to do things while&amp;nbsp;others are&amp;nbsp;not.&amp;nbsp;And for those that did not, they&amp;nbsp;talk too much, but do too little and they&amp;nbsp;push blames to other people and the turn the table around and point fingers at others. And out of no where, I become a victim.&lt;br /&gt;
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The services rendered FOC to me is reciprocated with services FOC for you.&amp;nbsp;Yet the services rendered by me is FOC and need not be reciprocated with anything&amp;nbsp;only because I was free and I had the interest to do&amp;nbsp;it. Nobody is taking this for granted? I think everybody are.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the past 3 months, while I was away, while i was freaking busy,&amp;nbsp;where were the updates?&amp;nbsp;No updates.&amp;nbsp;It doesn't bother me, it really doesn't but when you start saying things like as if i'm not doing my job, I get frustrated and feels unjustified because to begin with, that is not my job.&lt;br /&gt;
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It meant no harm but I guess its too much for others to take. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mix feeling about this trip. Preparation work seems so vague, but i hope everything will be ok. My luggage is damn heavy coz of the brochures which i chose to carry myself instead of freighting over coz I know its too late already. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope pavilion will be fine &amp;lt;- work term so dun worry if u dun understand. Suddenly miss my ex colleagues because they are forever so zai, and me, i still feel so weak in this area. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Its sad to know the truth when everything seems so perfect... Now that I know, what can I do to follow? I wish we were like before, when nothing matters more than the two of us... Reality does take its toll on people don't they? I made my promise... My days away from home, I hope you will be happy, I hope it will be a good time for us to think through everything... My heart will always be with you, Darling... I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10102677-7875562196227999104?l=applegloryoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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