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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 07:51:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>cooking</category><category>volunteer</category><category>muffins</category><category>activity</category><category>birthday</category><category>Pets</category><category>dinner</category><category>vacation</category><category>song</category><category>Dog</category><category>gift</category><category>proposal</category><category>Exercise</category><category>our wedding</category><category>cakes</category><category>Laughter</category><category>room</category><category>travel</category><category>dessert</category><category>baking</category><category>feelings</category><category>hobby</category><category>thoughts</category><category>entertainment</category><category>family</category><category>Work</category><category>japan</category><category>Labrador Retriever</category><category>surprises</category><category>Events</category><category>love</category><category>health</category><title>dENiSE's Blogbucket</title><description>Sharing of feelings, thots ( but not totally) of random events</description><link>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/msbigheadonline" /><feedburner:info uri="msbigheadonline" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-6565015851997523507</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T14:26:01.633+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog</category><title>this stray puppy</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SjXnFMiAC3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/AVla2r12Osg/s1600-h/jolie+in+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434209021528946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SjXnFMiAC3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/AVla2r12Osg/s320/jolie+in+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a month since an accident cost a stray puppy her fore limb. She was crying in pain when I saw her hiding under the container office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Yati, Alan &amp;amp; myself) called the SPCA and they advised that we send her for medical treatment. After much discussion, we sent her to Mt Pleasant. We were introduced to Dr Heng who did an x-ray on her. The x-ray showed that her bones are not fractured... but why cant she move her limb? She recommended that this puppy be put on observation for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Dr Heng called.. saying that she need to amputate her. What a shocking news to handle. Should we amputate her or put her to sleep (this is what happen when you send an injuried dog to SPCA). Dr Heng encouraged us to amputate her because the surgery will give her a lease of new life (without dragging the "useless" limb around) however we need to look for a committed care-giver. Dr Heng was helpful as she helped us to look for 1. She introduced "Noahsark" and it was indeed a great recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Yati and me visited this puppy... from the entrance of the clinic I heard a dog crying in pain. Little did I know that it was the stray we knew. Dr Heng confirmed to us that it was her. Me and yati (being so emotional) cried in front of the vet. (hahahaha... how embarrassing). The pup was in pain because she was sterilised too (double the pain!!). Its was so heart - wrenching to hear the cries... its like you hearing a helpless baby crying for some care and love as he just woken up from the surgery pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, everything is a past now and she has found a lovely owner and a home full of warm. I am so happy for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the blog about her.... JOLIE. &lt;a href="http://noahsarkcares.blogspot.com/2009/06/jolies-tale.html"&gt;http://noahsarkcares.blogspot.com/2009/06/jolies-tale.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-6565015851997523507?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/UhAWZu048T8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/UhAWZu048T8/this-stray-puppy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SjXnFMiAC3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/AVla2r12Osg/s72-c/jolie+in+hospital.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-stray-puppy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-2312772017922559414</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T16:56:10.299+08:00</atom:updated><title>Opppsss...</title><description>I am only just a fw weeks shy from the two months annivesary for staying with MIL .. I almost broke her antique iron. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the iron all the way from Penang and have used it for years.... yet me.. only used it for a few times.. it slipped off the edge. luckily its still working. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a steam iron yesterday though. Think its better to use my own then to "destroy" hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-2312772017922559414?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/D0tEAHmFYCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/D0tEAHmFYCM/opppsss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/04/opppsss.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-6539436540900399419</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T09:48:55.230+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><title>Last Goodbye......</title><description>I was trying to get some forty winks while taking the train back last night but I could not get any. The images of my grandmother saying her last good bye to me kept coming up. My paternal grandma, whom i always call "ahma", passed away on January 27. The last time she spoke to me was January 24 ... that was her last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she left us almost 2 months ago, I remember vividly that the whole family was by her bedside during her last moments. We saw her heartbeat at 30 beats/min at one moment and other moment at 180 beats /min. She did not open her eyes to see but I believe she could hear us and feel us. Everyone cried.. including my parents. I have never seen my dad drop a tear before (maybe once during my grandpa's funeral). My mother (whom could not get along with my grandma,, you know.. the mother &amp;amp; daughter-in-law matters...) cried too. It was a heart wenching sight... because my grandma used to be a very strong woman yet she now she's on tubes and oxygen. About 15minutes later, my grandma's heartbeat stopped.. I felt happy for her actually as she ended her life peacefully. We assured her that we will take care of our two unmarried uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the chance to go back home yet... I dont know how it is to see the living room without the bed that my grandma used to sleep on. She has been on that bed shortly after my grandfather passed away in Nov 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.. I hope that she will have a blessed new life with lots of helpful people around her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-6539436540900399419?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/7D9MPlOF7R4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/7D9MPlOF7R4/last-goodbye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-goodbye.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-1306060564888932606</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T08:58:46.859+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>Looking forward to my honeymoon @ MALDIVES!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YIPEE, in less than 2 more weeks, my hubby and I will be heading to Maldives, the paradise on Earth! It will be our 1st and last trip to this place.. because we want to see this beautiful island and yet due to the climate change, Maldives will soon (how soon??? I dont know) be sinking. (source: &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/11/11/maldives.president/index.html"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt;). It is indeed a sad news but what can we do in this industralised age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. lets get back to the original topic. We will arrive in Male (the captial of Maldives) by night. It is estimated to be a 6 hours flight. Maldives is located south of India and it seats on the India Ocean. (Did you spot Maldives on the map?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315067442865678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/ScLprclApxI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Oz8oW5P6vQc/s320/mvnewz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will 1st put up at the Marble Hotel before relocating to Conrad Rangali on the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To reach Conrad, which is located at the Rangali Island, we will be taking the Seaplane to travel another 90km to reach Ari Atoll. So what's our plan there? beside lazing around on the private beach we will either dive, do snorkeling safaris, Island hopping, Night Fishing, local island trips,&lt;br /&gt;Sub Aqua Diving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie... will be there to get lots and lots of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-1306060564888932606?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/WX_3Jqk5OjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/WX_3Jqk5OjQ/looking-forward-to-my-honeymoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/ScLprclApxI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Oz8oW5P6vQc/s72-c/mvnewz.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-forward-to-my-honeymoon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-3799000736544853308</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T08:16:01.742+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Priority Seat</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the meaning of "PRIORITY SEAT"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About a week ago while on the (crowded) train back home (off peak hours), I heard two strangers (1 elderly man &amp;amp; 1 middle age man) quarrelling... over a seat (-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The elderly man was fiecrely pointing at the "Priority seat" signage to the middle age man, demanding that man to give up his seat. That man did give up his seat but said, "ah Pek, I paid for the seat too le~~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The elderly sat down but was obviously furious after hearing such words. He rebuted, "Didn't you see this sign???!!" (point point point) The middle age man replied, "Yes, I saw the sign but you dun have to talk like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually the middle age man wasnt seating on the corner seat. He was seating on the 2nd seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both of them went on and on which created a scene as the ah pek said he wanted to complain to the train operator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the middle age man said, "uncle... if u want priority, tell your sons, daughters, grandson, etc. to buy you a car if not an aeroplane so to bring you around with top priority instead of fighting for a seat in the public. and.. uncle if you keep talking so loudly, be careful of your health. You will get high blood pressure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This comment was funny.. I was giggling after I heard it. Anyhow, the middle age man reached his destination and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Personnally, I felt that the elderly should have asked nicely for someone to give up the seat. He should not have the thinking that he MUST have a seat as he is old. While the middle age man... I felt that his comment on "I have paid for the seat" is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had given up seats for eldery before and fortunately all of them thank me for it which I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-3799000736544853308?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/fbXifdnySxU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/fbXifdnySxU/priority-seat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/02/priority-seat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-6564004290978003227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T14:26:42.082+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events</category><title>Fly fly away on Singapore Flyers</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SXgRk1-r78I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Kw2xU0NUeHw/s1600-h/P1040263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000686636986306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SXgRk1-r78I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Kw2xU0NUeHw/s200/P1040263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SXgQ2P9TWwI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mwhlDxvYJFc/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999886156651266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SXgQ2P9TWwI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mwhlDxvYJFc/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dec 20th - my construction team organised a xmas party which includes a free ride on the Singapore Flyer and dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was my 1st time on the Singapore Flyers... comments? It was a long walk to the capsule.. by the time you reach the capsule.. you need to go thru security check (as usual), a photo shot counter then a long queue. By the time you reach the capsule, the excitement was half gone. hahaha. People say that when you reach the top (which is some 160 m over high) you can see Batam and Malaysia! Interesting.. but I dun seem to see any! is it because of my short-sightedness? :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AFter the ride, we went for a buffet dinner at O'leary's Bar with free flow of wine and beer! sounds good right... but I cant drink alot. sob. We have xmas exchange too! What did I get? I got a family game - BINGO! hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999686373771890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SXgQqntWinI/AAAAAAAAA6I/CuEnl1IbsLE/s320/P1000479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-6564004290978003227?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/L0L028NhRBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/L0L028NhRBc/flyers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SXgRk1-r78I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Kw2xU0NUeHw/s72-c/P1040263.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/01/flyers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-1697503045934821333</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T16:24:51.000+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>My grandmother</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grandmother has been in ill health recently. She was discharged a month ago after we realised that her feet were swollen. However, after the treatment, we felt that she got worst. Worst.. in the sense that she vomits easily. She doesn't like to talk as much and doesnt open her eyelids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 1st time I fed her was several weeks ago.. the feeling was intense. Tears well up because I realised that she wasnt the grandma I used to know. You will no longer hear her complain about the food or complain about our house maid. You will no longer see her chat on the phone because she could not place the receiver on her ears. She has been practically spending most of her time on bed. She did not even realised that its going to be Chinese New Year soon. She could not be bothered to order the clothes. All she said is, "I'm tired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried again last evening when I fed her.. because this time, she could not raise up her head. Her explanation - no strength. I know its useless to cry but that was the way i released my sympathy for her. What I can do best now is to spend more time with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All along, I wished she could hold on till my wedding... but now... if she cant wait, I will not blame her. Actually it is very selfish of me to ask her to wait because she has to bear with the discomfort and tireness. She no longer asked me when is my wedding but it is ok to me because I will be contented enough if she can drink our (my hubby and my) cup of tea during the tea ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-1697503045934821333?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/jstFF0NN4-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/jstFF0NN4-U/my-grandmother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-grandmother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-8082091689441196003</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T11:23:50.981+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">our wedding</category><title>The "Aftermath" of inviting people to my wedding dinner</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend I issued some wedding invitations to my friends. From this experience, I learnt something, "everyone has different ideas so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; take their comments too hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say this? People start to ask you things like&lt;br /&gt;1) How many tables did your "Husband to be" give to your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It is a part of the "dowry system" that Chinese implement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) How much did your "Husband to be" give your mother as a dowry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Did you receive any jewellery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they think that a marriage is a trade?!? Is my mother selling her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;? I felt that we should follow the traditions but not treat this whole event as if I am a sucker. Well, they (those who ask that few questions above) told me that I cannot think like that. Then.. how should I think? Get as many tables from him as possible? Dig out as much $ from him as possible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After this encounter, I now understand 2 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Why many Singaporean men say that local gals are materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ow much another friend of mine, whom just married someone younger and out of her race, have to endure those countless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; she received from her relatives', friends' and even her closest people around her; her parents'. She really chose to marry someone she loves and believes she will have a future with him. Actually, all she wanted was blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people will say that her choice is silly or an act of foolishness... but she said something to me, "You are the main actress thus you understand the most."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-8082091689441196003?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/CGcU350me1E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/CGcU350me1E/aftermath-of-inviting-people-to-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/12/aftermath-of-inviting-people-to-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-6318109770537091729</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 09:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T17:13:22.482+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Laughter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">activity</category><title>Company party @ THE HOUSE</title><description>&lt;div&gt;ah... initially I did not want to go to this event. why? I was too lazy to pull myself to Dempsey Hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the 1st time I attend a company party in Dempsey Hill. The location was casual.. well, very angmo. There are outdoor sittings with buffet spread. &lt;a href="http://www.dempseyhouse.com/"&gt;http://www.dempseyhouse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275488975089535874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/STZNRaizi4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/BDuJIhdV9qg/s320/infrastructure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was glad to make a trip down. Altough I went home empty handed but I had a good time "rubbing shoulders" with my corporate colleagues. I missed them so much!&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/4457282772449213554-6318109770537091729?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/KvhJhAczO_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/KvhJhAczO_Q/company-party-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/STZNRaizi4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/BDuJIhdV9qg/s72-c/infrastructure.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/12/company-party-house.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-2142587328595125568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T10:03:09.621+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">our wedding</category><title>Our wedding</title><description>The auspicious date was selected : Feb 18 2009. Both of us wanted a small scale dinner because we did not want to invite people we hardly contact. We love to share our joy with friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bridal shop - Julia Wedding News&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner venue - Hilton Singapore - Panorama&lt;br /&gt;Solemnisation - Hilton Singapore - Poolside&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding band - Goldheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are down to the details. We wanted to have our own wedding cake however, due to budget constraint, this idea is being scrapped. (Not cheap le... at least $800 for a cake). We are now exploring into personalised wedding favours and cards. I wanted a cosy &amp;amp; intimate wedding.. how how? any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-2142587328595125568?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/mhbIIl4LTy0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/mhbIIl4LTy0/our-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-7305136164426359277</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T09:18:32.729+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">proposal</category><title>THE QUESTION</title><description>My boyfriend proposed when I arrived in Seoul on 27 Sept 2008. Well, Its not that immediately after I reach the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised because I did not expect him to pop out this question so fast. I asked him, "Are you joking?" What a terrible question to ask at that moment.. its like a taking an anti-climax pill. Well, of course I agreed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal was very simple. No flowers and ring!!! hahaha... why no ring? Because he wanted me to chose a ring that I wanted. I did not like solitaire rings cos I find them too "popping out". I am worried that me, being a rough gal, will lose the diamond. I chose Cartier's LOVE edition's ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-7305136164426359277?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/fyPkkRI7usU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/fyPkkRI7usU/question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/11/question.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-6373312234748371402</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T17:34:26.412+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Back to Earth</title><description>Yes!!! Finally I am out of Jurong Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a "shifting of workplace" year for me. Although I am still working for the same company but I have shifted office 4 times!!!&lt;br /&gt;1) From Somerset to Whitehouse (Not the 1 in America, its the one next to the Red Dot Musuem)&lt;br /&gt;2) From Whitehouse to Jurong Island (this is the worst!)&lt;br /&gt;3) From Jurong Island to Shipyard Road Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good in the site office off Shipyard Road. Although it is a little 40ft container, the environment is quieter, less complex and of course, more cosy. The facilities arent too great but I like it just as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-6373312234748371402?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/gAFiLJtoj6I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/gAFiLJtoj6I/back-to-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-earth.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-1943983895590287573</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T09:29:48.643+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>so materialistic</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The people I know are really busy chasing money. They work in an environment where they are allowed to claim overtime. They can start clocking overtime from 630am. Yes, you are right, 630 in the MORNING. One of them reached the carpark at 610 in the morning. My my… I am still at home! When they reached the office, they will be either busy chatting away during normal office time or play solitaire and yet they claim overtime at the end of the day. Don’t they feel tired? Don't they need time for themselves and family? One of them managed to purchase a $130K sports car.. Sponsored by his overtime monies! Imagine the incredible number of hours he must have accumlated. There was another lady who complained that her forehead was full of pimples. Isn’t it obvious that the pimples are the result of her own doings? She simply did not rest enough as she works 12 hours every weekday and 4 hours every sat. That works out to be 60 hours per week! They can chose to knock off early on Fridays and not even report to "work " on Saturdays but they are lured back by MONEY. They seem to be willing to be a slave to money and then splurge on spa, facial and massage. How ironic.Not all are like that though. Some do overtime when their job requires them to (I respect this kind of people), Well, that is the real purpose of the reimbursement of overtime (I suppose) and not for employees to abuse it. However, no one reports such bad behaviours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-1943983895590287573?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/KJOgEFCnq6k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/KJOgEFCnq6k/so-materialistic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-materialistic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-2802244186446490925</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T18:54:08.534+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><title>WONDERFUL Rice Cooker!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SIHFa-4SsiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ImWkSiNmqYc/s1600-h/rice+cooker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224674110072861218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SIHFa-4SsiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ImWkSiNmqYc/s200/rice+cooker.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rice cooker is a great kitchen helper! Ohh... i'm starting to fall in love with it. I explored the options (in the office pantry) within these few weeks. The results - Marvellous! Why am I cooking in the office? Because of my office's remoteness..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 - Chicken Stew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 whole Chicken&lt;/em&gt; - Marinate overnight with the following mixture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                   1 tablespoon of finely chaopped Garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                   2 tablespoon of Oyster Sause, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                   2 teaspoon of Dried Parsley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                   1 teaspoon of white pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vegs                        - 3 skinned &amp;amp; copped potatos, 1 carrot, 2 tomatoes, 2 white onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mix the veg &amp;amp; chicken into the pot with water. Make sure that the water do not flood the mixture. Stew for 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 - Yong Tow Foo Soup (serves 4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Soup - 1 whole chicken BONE (ribs + neck), 3 tablespoon of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ikan bilis, 2 teaspoon of light soya sauce to taste, 2 thinly sliced ginger, 3 tablespoon of soybeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boil in rice cooker for 1 hour. Put in the Yong Tow Foo into the soup 10mins before serving&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/4457282772449213554-2802244186446490925?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/oB1qKYwKwm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/oB1qKYwKwm8/wonderful-rice-cooker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SIHFa-4SsiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ImWkSiNmqYc/s72-c/rice+cooker.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonderful-rice-cooker.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-7860899895227057346</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T18:38:51.764+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>speechless...</title><description>my colleague sat beside me this morning while we were on the way into our site office. The morning chat became an eyeopener when he happily tells me that he got a chinese 33 yrs old local galfirend. Its no big deal right, but hey, he has three grown up children (so you can imagine how "young" he is), married (with his wife working in singapore) and got a belly (he isnt a hunk, after all). He then continued that he, being a St James' member, visits the club regularly with his gal. He proudly add that even with this fling, he manage to reach home everynight "on-time"! His wife needs to work on nightshift occassionally and that's why he get such "freedom". Well, I laugh it off when i heard all his account directly from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best part - his galfriend has a full-time boyfriend who is a businessman. My colleague was so shameless to admit that he is just her part-time boyfriend! He added that his galfriend's full time boyfriend got lots of mistresses in thailand. Why is it that there are so many people busy cheating on their partners? Are human really so lonely and deprived of attention? so messy.. so complicated. I really dont think we need all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-7860899895227057346?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/2FPpkpLjzIM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/2FPpkpLjzIM/speechless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/07/speechless.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-836175839440386548</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T11:54:30.149+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">japan</category><title>Yokoso Japan!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFJHhffbuXI/AAAAAAAAAto/1KOXjayBugk/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211306359535679858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFJHhffbuXI/AAAAAAAAAto/1KOXjayBugk/s200/IMG_0240.JPG" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - After 6hours of flight, I got my foot down on Osaka's international airport. We took the rapid train to Kyoto @ 2000yen. We got this special rate after much help from the local train station crew. He was real helpful. He could stand there for a couple of minutes and try to understand our travelling plans so he could recommend the best "priced" tickets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SGcrihmhUII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/HiYM35LksDo/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217186565467492482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SGcrihmhUII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/HiYM35LksDo/s200/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After settling down in Sunroute hotel (which is a very small room), we head to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gion - a place of night entertainment especially by Geishas. We managed to catch a glimpse of 1 Geisha after we spotted a group of people waiting outside a restaurant armed with cameras. Once she walked out, all of us was busy snapping away. PAPPPARAZI @ work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIioyL8tsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/sYxC5KVhrSI/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211265802883086018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIioyL8tsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/sYxC5KVhrSI/s200/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt; - We woke up 7 in the morning and got ready with our "gears" and we hit the streets to &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt; our way to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kiyomizu-dera Temple (清水寺)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The Buddhist temple was about 30 minutes walk from our hotel. We were greeted with rows of shops selling sweet delicacies. At the end of the street, we saw the wooden temple sitting on a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SE5MiQrXtXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/24e-BVYSzjY/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210185970390381938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SE5MiQrXtXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/24e-BVYSzjY/s200/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its one of the oldest temple in Kyoto. It was very crowded today, filled with many young visitors (mostly students).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SE5Mhl6y1cI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CMxneqGRJEU/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210185958912349634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SE5Mhl6y1cI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CMxneqGRJEU/s200/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SE5Mhl6y1cI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CMxneqGRJEU/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIoIgHuK_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/z2Ytw5Gn1qA/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211271845347470322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIoIgHuK_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/z2Ytw5Gn1qA/s200/IMG_0267.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch (where we had our meal in a small shop. I had Tempura udon while Kwan had Don), we head to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kinkakuji Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; via bus. The single bus trip cost us 220yen per person. That works out to be about $2.30! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We paid an entrance fee of 400 yen each. It was a beautiful garden with trees, pond. The Golden Pavilion temple lives up to its name as its glided with pure gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIisSYFa_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/hcak0RnTmqU/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFJG4jnhTuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ghb4H-AVUfM/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211305656268705506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFJG4jnhTuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ghb4H-AVUfM/s200/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we took another bus to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arashiyama Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a beautiful landscaped area located at the western outskirt of Kyoto.. its an escape + lots fresh air but expect to walk alot to explore the scenic place. The weather was good.. cooling and isnt too humid. Thus it makes the strolling very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIlT7_nFWI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0uOMXX4_J0g/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211268743273321826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIlT7_nFWI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0uOMXX4_J0g/s200/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the bamboo forest within Arashimaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt; - Osaka + Nara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SGcwQXgUxVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3dEX12Hk2BM/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191751077643602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SGcwQXgUxVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3dEX12Hk2BM/s200/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, we took the Japan's subway to Nara. We head to the Nara Central park (where wild deers room around, freely) and the Todaiji Temple (where the Japan's largest Buddha sits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SGcqeKREcjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/jdoY5QoHZyY/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFI7vqD2L1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/56kSxz7E4rM/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293408751398738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFI7vqD2L1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/56kSxz7E4rM/s200/IMG_0297.JPG" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIw_xnCLwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pXOrF1MAzLI/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211281591028035330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFIw_xnCLwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pXOrF1MAzLI/s200/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218992758662522898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2WQzlqaBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ZZbKl7aQAcI/s200/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nara Deer Park&lt;/strong&gt; - as we strolled along the pathway, the deers were so sociable... greedy i mean. What i am holding arent biscuits, they are just tissue papers. They arent stupid, they will walk up to your hand and smell it. I managed to touch their horns and was surprised to know that their horns are rather smooth and soft.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2V2psyLEI/AAAAAAAAAug/XyaQBrNfHlA/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218992309331438658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2V2psyLEI/AAAAAAAAAug/XyaQBrNfHlA/s200/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next we walked to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Todaiji Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Great Eastern Temple). It is also the world's largest wooden temple. I remembered that there is a huge circular column where alot of sutdents where queuing to squeeze though the rat hole. It is believe to bring luck to the person who can manage to crawl though the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2djyW0VnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/iczwkHNG2Fo/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219000781330732658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2djyW0VnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/iczwkHNG2Fo/s200/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Osaka - After much travelling, our hungry stomach lead us to OSAKA! its another big city in Japan. We tried lots of food over there. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2d-JnVQwI/AAAAAAAAAu4/6yiqB1LbQWw/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219001234250613506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SG2d-JnVQwI/AAAAAAAAAu4/6yiqB1LbQWw/s200/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started to rain once we reached the Osaka train station. Not wanting to waste time, we went into a shop to try their omelette. Its very delicious. Its generous with their sauce and cabbage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky Mother Nature was on our side, the rain stopped once we walked out of the shop. We continue our food hunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4457282772449213554-836175839440386548?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/cky3Y8_adVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/cky3Y8_adVU/after-6hours-of-flight-i-got-my-foot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SFJHhffbuXI/AAAAAAAAAto/1KOXjayBugk/s72-c/IMG_0240.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-6hours-of-flight-i-got-my-foot.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-7100869495434696654</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 08:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T16:50:42.711+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dinner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><title>Mass Celebration</title><description>Its not a mass wedding but a mass birthday celebration for the Gemini babies (Wynne, myself, Wendy &amp;amp; Jiahui). Oh yes, very old babies in fact as all of us are turning 29 real soon. AHHHHH \('o')/.... this is our last year celebrating our 20 something birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sumptous dinner @ the Rendenzous Hotel however I was down with gastric. ('~') What a terrible way to response to such a dinner. How can we forget the most important portion: Candle blowing! since its a buffet, we got a plate full of mini cakes and a candle. Each of us making a wish for ourselves :) (what's my wish??? i'm not telling.. hehehehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-7100869495434696654?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/YNONk7de7nU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/YNONk7de7nU/mass-celebration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/06/mass-celebration.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-3335807444601702419</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T16:44:27.397+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dinner</category><title>Our Hot Date</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SEzqqW7NU5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/69PCRljHeQk/s1600-h/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209796882390143890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SEzqqW7NU5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/69PCRljHeQk/s320/IMG_0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are getting ready for our "hot date" tonight at Demphey Hill. Our brave souls made us not reserved any seats in the restaurants as we wanted to take a look around before deciding on the place where we wanted to have our dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demphey Hill isnt as "ulu" as what we thought. It was "walkable" from the main road. We decided to settle in "&lt;strong&gt;Magarita&lt;/strong&gt;". Its a local mexican restaurant. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SEzsPwfcazI/AAAAAAAAArE/9LSmXx75Lq4/s1600-h/Margaritas200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209798624419801906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SEzsPwfcazI/AAAAAAAAArE/9LSmXx75Lq4/s320/Margaritas200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was good. Both of us love the spinach rice. Its delicious but expensive ($4.00 for a small bowl). Any negative comments? Yes... If only they serve still water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-3335807444601702419?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/H_uv_FOFy2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/H_uv_FOFy2I/our-hot-date.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466Upn1Sd6U/SEzqqW7NU5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/69PCRljHeQk/s72-c/IMG_0239.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-hot-date.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-2701475501053766200</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-09T12:58:17.937+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Boycott against expensive products</title><description>I read this article from TODAY WEEKEND with much amaze. I realised that we should not pay tonnes of money to support their CEO to reach the "top earners" spot. You can easily buy a practical and pretty bag with less than $60 yet these people charges thousand of dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of mine who are brand conscious mentioned that its a "status" issue. What status issue is there when you need to save up on your lunch to buy such luxury! What an irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-2701475501053766200?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/JHJLNhfyZ14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/JHJLNhfyZ14/boycott-against-expensive-products.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/05/boycott-against-expensive-products.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-2836755992264959040</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T17:52:31.968+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Welcome to Paradise</title><description>I finally set my foot in Jurong Island. I’m not too enthusiastic about working on this site due &lt;br /&gt;1) the need to wake up at 5 am in the morning (yawn~~)&lt;br /&gt;2) the distance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hopping onto the company bus, we need to go thru the checkpoint. Everyone is rushing thru the “scanners” as if there are some gold bars after the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I reached the site. Well, not quite actually, I need to go thru another barrier to go thru. After this “clocking in”, I got myself a seat in a 23 seater bus. I was reminded by a strict looking safety officer to bucker up and off my handphone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was travelling like a snail (30km/hr) and I did not understand the logic to belt up. To me, there was a double standard as throughout the trip to Jurong East Interchange to Jurong Island, I did not belt up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site office was rather spacious (and open!). The pantry was clean. That’s what I like.. it comes with 2 microwaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day on site is rather slow though as we were generally cropped up in the office. (will get a big tummy sooner or later). Finally, its lunch time! I got my sandwich and after the meal, I hide in the shower area and get my power nap. There is a long bench but its rather dusty. I am happy enuff to have a quiet place to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the office today to get ready for the next day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-2836755992264959040?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/cHrtOzJ9wxc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/cHrtOzJ9wxc/welcome-to-paradise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-paradise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-1159953732470557408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-24T12:57:19.451+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Labrador Retriever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Dash got into a fight</title><description>It was the worst walk I had ever had with Dash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash always love freedom so once I reached a quiet stretch of pavement, I will unleash him (ok, I am breaking the law but you should see how Dash wag his tail when he's unleashed.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Dash saw his fellow mate and ran towards him. The golden retriever did not like Dash, thus they end up growling loudly at each other. Before I could pull Dash away, the golden Retriever pound on Dash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see his sharp teeth biting into dash's skin. As a owner, I cannot bare to see Dash being attacked by a dog which is leashed! I quickly pull out my hand and dragged Dash out of the fight. At that moment, I was so scared and worried as I could see that Dash was losing in the fight. Luckily I managed to pull them apart. The funny thing was i kept apologising to the golden retriever's owner (for it was me who invited the fight... as Dash was unleashed). another weird thing is that the owner did not tried her very best to tame her dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if anyone was hurt. Well, my wrist was bitten by her pet. I looked at Dash briefly and saw that he was ok, I told her that everything is fine. I walked the opposite way. After a few steps, I realised that Dash was bleeding. My heart sank. I quickly made a U-turn so I could go home to nurse him. Dash, being playful, did not want to go back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he's injuried right ear is healing and my wrist, is getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Leash Dash! Beware of that Golden Retriever (they can be very fierce though they have the friendly look)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-1159953732470557408?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/QB-PW8Hxh0A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/QB-PW8Hxh0A/dash-got-into-fight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/04/dash-got-into-fight.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-1427484539527068457</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T08:41:25.080+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Labrador Retriever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Dash was bleeding</title><description>Its tje 1st time in my "nailcutting"history that I cut Dash's nail too deep till it bleed! Dash did not scream in pain though. He just look away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bleeding did not stop till about 2 hours later. I was busy applying anti-septic on his nail and staying by his side to make sure that he would not lick the wound and the medicine as its posionious! (I do not want him to end up in the hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compensate him, I brought him to the Botanical Gardens for a walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-1427484539527068457?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/q21-I0GZ9y8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/q21-I0GZ9y8/dash-was-bleeding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/04/dash-was-bleeding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-5615247866942630676</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T21:08:25.049+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><title>My health is sending a red signal</title><description>Recently, I am down with many problems. Its neither money problems nor "heart" problems.. its health problem. Since last quarter of 2007, I am down with &lt;a href="http://www.nsc.gov.sg/cgi-bin/WB_ContentGen.pl?gid=33&amp;id=187"&gt;Urticaria &lt;/a&gt;(itchy red welts assoicated with swelling). I have been avoiding alcohol, seafood and "yellow" noodles. Last week, I fell down from a step onto the carpetted floor. I got no idea what was in me on that day. I got my left knee bleeding (but not profusely). Till now, its still drooling with some yeloow clear liquid if I stand too long. Well, there was no case of "hero saving beauty". Then, this week, I am down with a swollen eye. my left eye was reddish all because of an ingrowth pimple. ARgghh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-5615247866942630676?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/SiqQ8-sHbCE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/SiqQ8-sHbCE/my-health-is-sending-red-signal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-health-is-sending-red-signal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-6395461816570370275</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T11:12:20.450+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>my secret was out</title><description>who let the cat out  of the bag? Its myself.. because I put some pics of "us" on my blog. Blog is broadcasting to the world what you have been doing. Nothing to hide though, just didnt want my friends to ask too much. But luckily, they didnt ask too much. Looks like its me who worry too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-6395461816570370275?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/6kQlvZCqslA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/6kQlvZCqslA/my-secret-was-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-secret-was-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457282772449213554.post-8415699939548387816</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-10T15:39:59.894+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Work with passion</title><description>So, what is passion? According to Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary, passion can be defined as an object of desire or deep interest, or an intense emotion compelling action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets narrow this defination to only work. Sometimes, there are some colleagues that has passion for what they are doing. They typically exhibit high energy and the ability to put 100% focus on moving something forward no matter what the obstacles are. You know who these people are. Their energy is contagious and most of us are attracted to them like moths to a spotlight because we'd like even a small part of the energy that they exude in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, passion is about doing work that aligns with what my heart desires and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457282772449213554-8415699939548387816?l=missbighead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~4/TB7kEMG3zRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/msbigheadonline/~3/TB7kEMG3zRY/work-with-passion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://missbighead.blogspot.com/2008/03/work-with-passion.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

