<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:50.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie's WoRld</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111826577146916285</id><published>2005-06-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T14:22:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sleepless Nite again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's 4am in the morning...... Urgh! Havent been sleeping well the past few nights.. Don't know what's wrong with me nowadays. Imagine I wake up in the middle of the night, turning and tossing in bed, trying very hard to close my eyes and sleep. But I cant do it... Sigh:( I m probably too overworked myself, having to worry about work all the time. I was on leave on Tuesday. Thought I could just relax and let myself go for a while, without having to think of anything including work. Yet things still remain the same. The moment I went back to work, everything became a mess and I was trying my best to resolve my problems. Was really in a foul mood yesterday. Wanted to  cry mt heart out, but I just remained cool about it. Sob sob....:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whew! It's still hours away... How am i going to outlive this? Feels like banging myself again the wall... Having showered, changed and eaten my breakfast, I m now waiting for the time to pass by so that I can go straight to work. Gonna going to be another busy day for me... Urgh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N yeah a very GOOD MORNING TO YOU GUYS! Muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111826577146916285?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111826577146916285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111826577146916285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111826577146916285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111826577146916285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-sleepless-nite-again.html' title='Another Sleepless Nite again!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111779764568015709</id><published>2005-06-03T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:41:24.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick PIGGIE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I nearly burst out into tears when I reached my office this morning. Was certainly not in the mood to work today. My headache was giving me HELL! I felt as if my head was going to explode soon... Luckily I didn't have much work this morning so managed to see a doctor nearby my office. Getting real impatient, because the queue was SUPER LONG and i was waiting for at least 1 hour man! Although I was granted an MC, I declined and went back to work... If I came back home, I could never set my mind at ease without completing my work Will think about work, work, WORK!!! After the consultation, quickly bought a quick breakfast takeaway. So HungWEE!!! #PIGGIE SOBS LOUDLY#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My headache's acting up again!!!!! Got to have my dinner first before taking my medicine then ZZZzzzzzzzzz!!!! Nitez!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111779764568015709?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111779764568015709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111779764568015709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111779764568015709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111779764568015709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/06/sick-piggie.html' title='Sick PIGGIE!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111762416968197594</id><published>2005-06-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T04:09:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MADDY DAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well well well, really exhausted by the end of the day. My energy has been draining now and then. Workload's getting more and more heavier each day. And geting more and more stressed, even though I try not to think about it. When I come back from work, i still cant get my mind off my job. I even dream of being in the office working madly when I sleep. Am I being too hard on myself? True enough, I've high expectations of myself and I just wanna give it MY BEST SHOT.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;         Oh my my my! I was working till like 7pm last night and waiting for my bus like ages... Worst thing of all, I left my office hurrily, without realizing I left my handphone behind. I couldnt possibly turn back, as I was already on my bus. The moment I got home, I was super TIRED and lay on my bed till this morning. I was growing very agitated, because my headache has been persisting for the past two days. Even Panadol didnt help much though. I had to forego my dinner too.  Sigh! :( Just couldnt think of anything else and slept through the entire night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;         I was rushing my stuff the enitre day and had an argument with that fat colleague of mine. Messed up my work and even asked me to do paperwork on her behalf. She's supposed to shoulder the responsibility herself and not be reliant on others. I just felt like giving her a slap just now, but I kept my cool... Who likes her anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;         I would like to take this chance to apologize to my dear hubby MIKE... I didnt know he smsed me since last nite. Because my mobile was in the office, I didnt even bother to call to let him know and he was worried about me. This morning I had to run many errands and couldnt find time to even call or sms him back.Managed to break free from work for a while in the afternoon during my lunch break. Had an sms chat with him and explained the situation to him. Fortunately he understood everything and forgave me. I'm sorry DARLING! I don't wanna make you cry for nothing... kekeke:P Love ya always!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;        That's all for today... My head still hurts a lot... Urgh!!!! I'm HUNGWEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111762416968197594?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111762416968197594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111762416968197594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111762416968197594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111762416968197594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/06/maddy-day.html' title='A MADDY DAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111547065219932457</id><published>2005-05-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T05:57:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whew!!! it has been a busy week at work for me... Had plenty of paperwork to do and my head has been getting giddy spells the past few days.... It's true I love my job every sec, now and then... I'm too happy for words when I've loads of work to do... Imagine I'm working at least about 8 hours a day and I need to manage my time better. Otherwise the day'll pass by very slowly....:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday I had a bad day at work, with many orders coming from my customers. I ve a female colleague who's really fat!!! She eats, sleeps n loaf on the job sometimes..... Yeah she's a bit playful at times and never seem to take her work seriously... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There were many occasions where she made numerous mistakes and yet yesterday she had me fuming with madness. I told her off in front of my colleagues really. I requested her to check out something for me. I kept reminding her the whole day, yet she didnt carry out my order. My customer was expecting my reply.and I was getting very impatient... I had no choice but to tell her off, otherwise she won't never learn from her mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everybody got winded about how I reprimanded her. Later a worker of mine told me she was crying in the toilet. Was I being too harsh on her? Anyway it was not the first time already. Many of us disliked her, not because she's fat. Get this clear my friends! I have nothing against fat people, because they are humans with feelings too. I just find that she's not mature enough and her poor performance at work has affected most of us. I've never threw my temper at work before, but yesterday was the first time I had to raise my voice. If I hadnt told her off, I bet she wont learn her lesson. You cant afford to be lenient with your subordinate if he or she doesnt repent from the mistakes, otherwise everyone'll suffer as well...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Argh, don't wanna pursue the matter anymore. Since the weekends are here, I should just relax and not mention anything about work RITE? Hehehe, I just got back home after meeting my hubby MIKE for dinner at Jurong Point. Went "touring" around the shopping mall and had so much fun together. Mimi's so nice and SWEET! mUACK MUACK!! We soon called it a night and went home early as he has to work tomorrow morning...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway going to rest now. Nitez and sweet dreams everyone!!! Have a nice weekend!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111547065219932457?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111547065219932457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111547065219932457' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111547065219932457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111547065219932457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/05/urgh.html' title='Urgh!!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111495290943571719</id><published>2005-05-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T06:08:29.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It has almost 3 months since embarking on my new job. Life does seem slightly better after switching back to an ordinary and normal lifestyle which I think I've changed a lot in certain aspects... Well I was just asking myself whether I did the right thing in chooing this present job where I have to account to customers for  their purchasing orders and doing some paperwork as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I do face a lot of pressure whereby I've to run down to the production floor,  making sure my workers sre doing their jobs and processing delivery orders. On the other hand, I do receive complaints from some customers which's really exasperating. A person who doesnt reveal her temper in front of others often, well, i guess it's I just have to stick to  my job without having to complain whatever S*** i'M facing now. Whew!!! In regardless of how much effort I've to put in, esp when I do OT with no extra pay (doing it in my own will), the amount that the company pays is really MEAGRE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Before I started working in this company, I was told that an ex-staff who worked with us before. was struggling with the same salary for 10 years. She was not given any credit for the work she contributed still. Because of this particular reason, she left and chose to work for another branch then.  Analysing this situation, do you guys think my career will end up in " SMOKE"? I chose to take up this job, not because of desperation, but mainly due to a physical defect.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sales was what I used to do in the past, but considering my left hearing problem, I had to lower my standards and making things easier for both myself and others. Sadly to say, I know my colleagues have been trying to put up with my hearing problem. I don't know what else I can do about it, athough the hearing aid isnt helping me much. No! I don't feel inferior about it. I just hate myself that I make mistakes when I misinterpret messages or couldnt hear properly on the phone. As much as I want to do my job well, I guess there are only limitations that I can do for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love has always been something I've always wanted to pursue in my life. In my teenage years, like others everyone seemed to develop crushes on one another. Being the curious one and where the trend in relationships was growing back then,  I myself also developed feelings for some guy, but I don't remember him anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As I age each day,  I also hope to spend my life with someone who's willing to take care of me and setlle down soon. Mike's always been the forgiving and most concerned person in my life. We are almost similar in terms of character and habits.  At first I wasnt really used to it, because we were seeing each other everyday for the 1st 2 months I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Because he has to man many projects and due to heavy workload, we ve reduced to meeting up in the weekends instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;At one time I felt neglected and sometimes too scared to sleep alone at night... I'm still the emotional seeker who tends to keep certain things to herself and loneliness's something which I'm being used to anyway.  On one occasion, I had a "breakdown" attack and contemplated ending the relationship,  as I felt myself cut off from the world.....As if nobody really cares...  After some time I sort out my thinking. Well Mike's words did make some sense though. Whether u r single or married, if you are an working adult, you have to spend at least maybe 8-10 hours in the office fr morning till night...By the time u get home, you still have to have ur dinner, take a shower, maybe read some newspapers plus sleeping time....  In the end, you'll realize  that you don't have much time to do anything else, especially with your loved ones and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not asking that my hubby keeps me company for 24hrs a day. I guess my point is, that I require a lot of attention and doting love, that's all. U can say I m quite reliant on him in this relationship. Hmmm.....All i can say is, as a girlfriend or wife, I have to be understandable about his job and shouldnt grumble about it at all. EveRyone holds a job. wHO DOESNT?  I just need to learn how to manage my time better. wHEN i GET HOME AFTER WORK,  yes I try my best not to think too much ABOUT him sometimes, because I'm super CRAZY about him SERIOUSLY! When a woman's in love, you'll see a radiant glow on her face. That applies to me too. And I'm getting fatter as well. Urgh!! That's why Mike says it's bad:( He gave me a nick called "PIGGIE" but i love it! Cute cute and OINK OINK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hMMM..... Gotta go now. In fact didnt feel like coming back home today. But because my poor darling has fallen sick I had no choice but to drag myself home. Where else could I go anyway? I can't expect more, cos i'm an only lonely soul... Anyway hope Hubby feels better by tomorrow. Poor guy he has to go back to work tomorrow, although it's a public holiday... Sayang sayang hor... :p And to all my friends too, i miss you all. Do drop me a line sometime. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111495290943571719?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111495290943571719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111495290943571719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111495290943571719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111495290943571719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/05/latest-update.html' title='Latest Update!!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111041951847424695</id><published>2005-03-10T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:51:58.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggie on MC today...:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Urgh!!! Didnt feel like going to work today. My headache was still bugging me when I woke up this morning. I struggled to get out of bed and went to see a doctor nearby. While on my way to the clinic, I still bothered to call my office and asked my colleague to rush some work on my behalf. At the same time making calls to my customers to ensure proper work arrangements. Even though I wasnt feeling well, my mind was still hanging around my work where I didnt want any complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here I'm writing my blog, hoping to reflect what'd happen around me today. Hmmm.... So thoughtful of Mimi... Sent me some really cute Froggie pictures to cheer me up, knowing I was sick... Muacks Hubby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, going back to work tomorrow. Hopefully things turn out fine for me. Haiz... I'm looking forward to the weekends anyway. It's the only time I get to relax and see my hubby too..... Urgh!!! My body rotting le.... I'm going back to sleep now... Zzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111041951847424695?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111041951847424695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111041951847424695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111041951847424695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111041951847424695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/03/piggie-on-mc-today.html' title='Piggie on MC today...:('/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111036646874370638</id><published>2005-03-09T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T03:07:48.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an exhausting day it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Urgh!!! The moment I woke up this morning, my head was feeling so heavy that I almost couldnt get out of bed. I have been having headaches for 3 consecutive days... Went to see the doctor the day before, yet the medicine given to me wasnt effective enough. Plus i had lack of appetite and my body was "rotting" too.... Sob sob.... I have no idea what caused this throbbing pain. I thought it was due to lack of sleep, because I have a habit of sleeping late sometimes. But ever since I started working, I sleep early nowadays... Maybe it's just stress??? Mimi was so bad... He thought it was because I didnt have enough XXX....... Isnt he MEAN??!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did think of taking half day off today, but decided against it at the last minute. My colleague had to leave early, as she was having menstrual cramps. With one person less in the office, I simply had to stay put, because I didnt want to inconvenience others, as there was no one else who could take over my duties anyway. Tried as I might, I managed to cope with my work, despite not feeling well. And worse still, my production supervisor also went on MC today. As a result, there was no one to supervise his workers and an error occured at work. In the end, I received a complaint from my customer. Really problematic!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm..... Just as I was having my lunchbreak this afternoon, an idea came across my mind.. Wahahaha:p I m not going to say anything now... Mimi's in for a BIG surprise!!! As for you guys, you'll know sooner or later... Kekeke... Hubby don't bother to ask me anything..... No matter how you pinch or tickle me, you wont be able to get anything out of me!! Lalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111036646874370638?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111036646874370638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111036646874370638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111036646874370638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111036646874370638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-exhausting-day-it-is.html' title='What an exhausting day it is!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111019717174886820</id><published>2005-03-06T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T04:06:11.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met some weirdos today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well I was window shopping with my hubby at Orchard today. As we were hungry, we decided to have our late lunch at Taka's Mcdonalds. While Mimi was away getting food for us, a guy signalled to me whether the seats next to us were taken, so I said "No"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As we were enjoying our food at that time, I noticed something amiss... The guy next to us kept talking to himself, as if there was someone else there. Even the people around us, including my hubby found it puzzling too. I found it amusing at first, but when I saw that weirdo using body language, it was as if he was responding to a ghost. My hair was already standing up and I wanted to get away from that place quickly. I was thinking to myself... "Is the guy being possessed, mentally sick or was he really talking to a spirit next to me?" Leaving soon after, I thought that was the end of it.... When i went into a store which was having a vcd sale, i felt a hot sensation at my back.... I thought it was just heatiness... But when i went to that usual spot after a while later, i could feel that chill once again. It struck me on my mind that something or somebody was following me. I told my hubby about it. He thought i was getting a bit psychic... it was probably due to the reflection of the lights up above me which produced heat. That's why my back was feeling strange lor. Well, maybe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As we were browsing around at HMV on the 1st basement, everyone including us were staring at a young guy, dressed up in red Tee n jeans... Why? U might wonder.... He was singing out aloud while listening to the sampling CD... His singing sounded a bit off-key though. We juz laughed it off.... Wahahaha:P I was just telling Mimi that he probably wanted to end up as the next William Hung...Hey she bangs! She bangs!!! Hey somebody should have called up the Tv station and shoot him in action manz.... I bet Simon Cowell would just ask him to get out of there....Kekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111019717174886820?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111019717174886820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111019717174886820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111019717174886820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111019717174886820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/03/met-some-weirdos-today.html' title='Met some weirdos today!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-111011671499973471</id><published>2005-03-06T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T03:39:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well welll.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well it has really been a long time since and I could hardly afford time to write my blog. Here I'm trying to rephrase what I gotta went thru the past few depressing weeks. Come to think of it, ever since starting on my new job last month, life has been pretty hectic and chaos... It was not easy for me after all, having being jobless for some time. Heaving a sign of relief, I thought it was heaven thanks that allowed me to going back to leading a normal lifestyle again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before that, I was going through numerous interviews from recruitment agencies and resources in the newspapers. Apart from all those nerve-wrecking stuff, I was at my wits ends what I was doing with my life, not even understanding what I wanted for myself. Everyday i was coping myself at home, trying to pass my time away, praying that a job would come my way soon. Growing impatiently and totally intolerably, indeed here i was wasting much of time, with nothing left to do except to wait wait wait....... Alas, when news of my selection for a job came through, it was really a miracle though. That was one of the best things that happened to me. On the other hand, I felt really relieved that I didnt have to rely on my hubby anymore. Well he was providing much financial supprt and I felt bad that he had to go thru this together with me. To put it simply, i didnt like to rely on other people, including my loved ones. As human, it's always better to be independent, because it's part of my responsibility and you learn things the hard way. Sometimes you never know what kinda problems or how much harm you might bring to others. When you realize the mistake, you cant undo it anymore. You just need to learn how to cope with it and tackling a problem with the right solutions.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, I must say it was tough on my first day at work. As in charge of purchasing, I've to do plenty of paperwork to do, liasing with my clients on the phone, checking on my workers to make sure everything in order and processing delivery orders etc..... It took me two days to get everything right on track. Yeah I do make mistakes at work sometimes, but that's pretty normal. Who doesnt anyway? There are times when my customers get on my nerves, expecting too much of this and that. But I keep my cool anyway. When you realize they are talking to you in an uncivilized manner, you just want to tell them to shut up, but you cant... Once you start shooting your mouth off, you are in for a hard time! So far my work's pretty okay... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know I work only 5 days a week. Yet yesterday morning I somehow decided to head back to work, although it was a Saturday. It was merely for a short while though. There was an urgent delivery made on that day. I wanted everything to be in order and making sure that my guys did their job, according to my commands. This customer has made a complaint to me before about an error made a few days ago. If I didnt make a trip down, everything would have gone wrong and I would have to take the blame. Unfortunately while I was out with my hubby that afternoon, i received a call from my customer, telling me that his orders had not arrived yet. I was getting worried about what could have happened at work. I didnt even have my driver's contact number on hand. In the end luckily everything went fine. But certainly tomorrow I'm going to give my workers a gd ticking off le.... hope trouble won't start brewing when I get down to work in the morning. Urgh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-111011671499973471?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/111011671499973471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=111011671499973471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111011671499973471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/111011671499973471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-well-welll.html' title='Well well welll.....'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-110193067701862744</id><published>2004-12-02T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:51:17.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New changes in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmmm..... It's been 3 weeks since I last wrote my blog. I was undergoing through many traumatic changes in my life when i was almost being pushed into the deep pit of "HELL"! It's sad whenever I harp on the past and bad memorieskeep coming back to my mind. There's no way I can let myself go, because I'm going through a difficult phase right now. Many a time I just wanted to end my life  and leave the world without a hinge.... But I did not know how to go about it. Feeling confused and frustrated, I've been having strange dreams and end up crying in sobs. But when I wake up the next morning, i remember the nightmares no more. Even now I keep waking up in the middle of the night, looking at the time and staring blankly in the air  till I fall asleep again. Stress has taken a toil on me. Yes it's a good thing it happened, cos it helps to boost my morale even better and push me to work even harder as well. But then when things get heated up, it can even KILL you! It's not easy surviving in this world and u need plenty of courage and confidence to overcome the odds. Really I ve no idea how long I can pull this longer, but I'm trying..... Yes I m a confident gal, but sometimes it depends on the situation and whether the problem can tackled anot... Having the very few close friends that I've, I don't seek for more attention and I'm glad there's someone here who has been helping me a lot, despite me failing his expectations. I don't know how much I can do MIKKEL... But I'm starting all over again and hope life changes for the better too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-110193067701862744?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/110193067701862744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=110193067701862744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110193067701862744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110193067701862744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-changes-in-my-life.html' title='New changes in my life...'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-110057454474334280</id><published>2004-11-14T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:09:04.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sUper long NIGht!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;We decided to head down to MW again to meet up with my godbros Edward and Johnny. I got a shock when we got there. Ran into many friends of mine whom I didnt expect to see as well like SusAN, Nikki, Dreyz, Desmond, Angel, Alicia, Nigel...... Well everyone was enjoying themselves. A real happening night though. Was dancing most of the time on the small table top, so definitely the guys hardly have a chance to dance with me anyway. Guess MIMI enjoyed himself the most. He danced with so many gals tonight... Juz go and read his blog and u'll find out soon enough... He always think that he's old, but he still has his charms and dances well too. I've great taste in my own choice of guys and I count myself lucky that I've a bf like Hubby who's so: CUTE, HANDSOME, SWEET, KIND, SUPER FRIENDLY n romantiz! Of course I felt jealous when he was dancing with some of the gals. But I put my trust in him, knowing he understands what he's doing. He used to be very "scandalous" in the past... That's why I m worried about him getting out of control and doing silly stuff... Those who know MIMI well should know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ever since dating MiMi I chose to limit the distance between me and my guy friends at MW. I  choose to go there only when He tags along as well. I know he'll feel insecure and worried if I go there alone. With him around I've nothing to fear and since we are an item, he doesnt have to worry about guys wanting to know me and going on dates with them. Yup I'm falling hopelessly in love with MIMI and cant do without him. He's the pillar of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-110057454474334280?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/110057454474334280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=110057454474334280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110057454474334280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110057454474334280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/super-long-night.html' title='a sUper long NIGht!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-110057138433641087</id><published>2004-11-13T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T18:16:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing special..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today's already the 3rd day as part of my long wkend holidays... Hmmm.... hw time flies! Met Hubby @ Jurong Point and we were wearing almost exactly the same outfits. Black top and blue jeans with even khaki accessories. Unlike other days, we were juz being sporty, so didnt want to dress up to the nines... We were heading to my friend Apple's chalet birthday party @ Downtown East, so no point dressing up to impress others...  Went down to Orchard together with Hubby to buy a birthday gift for Apple... Later he accompanied me to purchase a new bra, as the one I was wearing today, felt very uncomfortable. Hehehe....it isnt the first time we went into the lingerie shop anyway. He's never too shy unless i take off his top in public... Juz kidding... Hmmm. u guys should just take a look at him. He has got a nice bod, juz that he has a slight tummy.. Wahahaha:p Anyway stayed at the chalet till 10plus before we headed home. Slept on the train all the way back to Boon Lay.. Felt so tired that we dozed off... Going to bed now.. Damn sleepy already... I must agree that he has a very nice shoulder to sleep on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-110057138433641087?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/110057138433641087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=110057138433641087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110057138433641087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110057138433641087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing special..'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-110029839920967111</id><published>2004-11-12T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:30:36.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of SUrPRISES Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I went to bed ard 2am plus in the morning after logging off my PC and having late supper. I'm not supposed to break any of the 5 basic rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(set by Hubby to "trim" down) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yet I did. I should not be eating at all after 8pm, but I just felt hungry and ate it my way... Who cares??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(But think I should be serious NOW!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Otherwise i'll never be able to cut off all my flab.... As a woman, I just want to look my best and feeling good about myself. Hehehe when i get to trim down my tummy one day, I can start wearing all my short tube tops again.... But I m never too vain like someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Another guy who's worse than my own bro!!====who else?!?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"He" will start showing off his biceps in front of me almost everywhere, maybe every half n hr.... Even while waiting for the train arrival or staring at himself in the transparent doors, he'll pretend to place his hand @ the back of his head, some "muscles" will start popping out.... I know he loves to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;admire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;himself (but he's overdoing it leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;!). &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cant stand him sometimes, but he's &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;HUBBY, so must accept his shortcomings as well.... Even now he's thinking of going back to the gym and work out some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought i'd be able to sleep in longer, but ended waking up ard 9am this morning. I couldnt sleep anymore and started smsing Hubby. He was also up as well.. And the day started off early with me showering and getting ready to meet him @ Jur0ng Point. I didnt know he was already heading to Boon Lay when i called him this afternoon. Trying not to be late, I quickly applied on my makeup and off I went!!! Whoa... he looked fabulous in his black shirt...Oh my he's never looked SO good before till today... MIMI was waiting for me @ Coffeebean drinking coffee then. He'd die without a sip of caffeine so he must ve a cup every breakfast time. Knowing that I dislike the aroma or the taste of coffee, I choose not to kiss him, as i do not wish to end up vommiting on him. Wait he kills me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;We proceeded to the food court upstairs to get a bite.. That was when i realised my appetite was lousy today. Ordered "WU XIANG" and shared it with MIMI, but he almost finished every bit of IT&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. (I'm usually a BIG EATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!!) Later we went to watch "The Forgotten" @ Orchard Cineleisure. Like what Mimi mentioned in his blog, forgetiing about watching it at all. Nt as scary as the "Sixth Sense" or the "Ring". It was more of an experimental or crime-watching show... the storyline was too explicit i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MImi hurt my feelings when he "confessed" the one person he'd love to be "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ACQUAINTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;" with was one of my friends he knew @ MW.I promised him not to be angry with him before he started saying it. But then I knew I was becoming jealous and angry. Instead I pretended to be just fine. Yet MIMI sensed it... Of course it's just a fabrication of a lie he said.... READ ON AND u'll know in a MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the show ended, Hubby said his stomach wasnt feeling well. I was getting abit worried about him and thought I should just let him go home and rest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But he didnt want to, insisting he was alright. Then later he made me promise to do whatever he asked me to do later. I didnt have a chance to find out what he wanted in mind, as he mentioned he wanted to give me a surprise. I thought he wanted to play sum silly prank on me again&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(he loves to bully me, that's y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Walking around in Orchard, he suddenly asked me whether an engagement ring should be worn on the left or right hand. I had no idea about it, so he smsed his buddy MONSTY to enquire about it. I didnt find anything weird about him asking such a question untill later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Realising Monsty was in PERTH, HUBBY smsed 3 other persons on this question and he got the answer in the end. Then as we were walking past a jewellery shop, there was a "Diamond Ring" promotion going on and he asked if the design was nice anot. I thought it looked brilliant but couldnt comment much on it, as i dont fancy jewellery. He actually dragged me in there... I was reluctant to at first, but gave in to him, as he just wanted to find out what my ring size was. So I thought nothing much of it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As usual we went to Terraza Cafe for drinks. After ordering our drinks, Mimi said he needed to use the GENTS so be it. i listened to his I-POD LOR... I was waiting like 10 mins when he smsed me saying he met an ex-poly mate on the way and be coming back soon. Then my stomach started feeling so awful that I needed to use the LADIES as well. Shit! I was having diarrhoea and hoping to relieve myself soon. In an emergency, i smsed MIMI to come back as soon as possible. So he did, there i speeded up the flight of stairs to the toilet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was feeling much better after that. When i tried to probe about meeting his polymate just now, he told me to be quiet and listened TO our song "IN THE END" first. Then when it ended, he just signalled me to put his I-POD into my handbag. As i tried to stuff it in, there was something else inside my accessory. A little box from MEYSON jEWELLERY?? I didnt own anything else beside my cosmetics so that couldnt be mine. I asked MIMI whther it was from him. At first he said no, but later he "proposed" to me. I was in for a big SURPRISE really....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually the thing about his "fantasy", having stomachache and meeting his polymate earlier on were all, but a pretext. He merely wanted to make me worried and anxious, trying to test my reaction.... Yup he planned everything even before we met today. The excuse of going to the gents and seeing a friend... He was actually biding for time to rush down to the jewellery shop to get an engagement ring for me, without hesitation. After enquiring on 3 shops, he managed to get something after all, as he couldnt find a perfect ring size for my fingers, cos they r really slimy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah i've to agree I was a bit shocked but touched by HUbbY did for me. I nearly broke down in tears... He was so sweet and romantic... I m happy not because he bought the ring for me, but his love and sincerity moved me. Hmmm... was he impulsive in "proposing" to me? I'm not too sure. We've been dating for some time... Indeed there's still a long way to go... We are planning for our future so i'm still looking forward to it. Overtime I love HUBBY a lot and wish to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm sure he's able to make me even happier for now.... Anyway wedding bells will probably ring 3 or 4 years down the road, so don't expect anything from me guys now... Hahahaha... story to be continued later... Going to sleep after spending the whole day @ Orchard... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-110029839920967111?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/110029839920967111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=110029839920967111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110029839920967111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110029839920967111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/full-of-surprises-today.html' title='Full of SUrPRISES Today!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-110019489711759348</id><published>2004-11-10T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:41:37.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is having kids such a Chore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just managed to finish reading my book "Irrestible Forces" written by Danielle Steel. The story revolves around a couple Meredith and Steve who've been married for 15 years. Well it's not easy building up a relationship which can last really that long. Anyway they led high-profile careers where Meredith was working as n investment banker n Steve a transplant surgeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;          Being an ambition career woman, Meredith disliked kids and chose to devote all her time to her work, thinking that her job would be jeopardised. She probably developed a phobia of children which might just screw up her life. On the other hand, tried as he might, Steve wanted to have kids badly to complete his family. But somehow the subject often caused the couple to end up in conflicts. Apart from that, they were getting on with each other very well. Although they seldom spend time together, due to their hectic worling lives, they hardly complained about it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;          Soon Meredith had to move to California from New York for an attachment in her company. As for Steve he had no choice, but to stay put as he had better prospects working there. Under unforeseen circumstances, as time passed they began to drift apart, because they were living too far apart from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;         When both parties were @ different places, they committed infidelity behind each other's backs. But their affairs were not made known among them. Don't wish to be too long-winded about the story... Read it and you'll find out for yourself. What I wanna say is, although giving birth isnt easy, but children add a lot of joy in a family and bonds together. Of course it's never too difficult to balance between working life and family.. If a couple's able to work things out, sharing their responsibilties, I'm sure it's gotta be GREAT! hEEhee.. don't ask me anything... I'll only think about having babies maybe 3 or 4 years down the street.... I simply adore kids.. They are so cute!!! Whenever i N mIMI come across babies, i just cant keep my eyes off them... Think Mimi scared scared already!! Wahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-110019489711759348?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/110019489711759348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=110019489711759348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110019489711759348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/110019489711759348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-having-kids-such-chore.html' title='Is having kids such a Chore?'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109988913576690797</id><published>2004-11-07T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:45:35.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I M SO TOUCHED!</title><content type='html'>As usual we set out for lunch at Bugis street for roti prata... We were already feeling hungry, after we woke up from bed. We proceeded for a movie "Ladder 49" at Bugis Junction. A touching story where it tells of a fireman who risks his life saving a victim from a fire and giving up his soul when nothing works to get himself of the building, although (John Travalto) took great measures to minimize the situation.. U guys should watch it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought we were going straight home, but MIMI dragged me along to Orchard instead. Feeling thirsty, we went to Terraza for drinks to quench our thirsts. At this moment of time, he suddenly brought up the idea of marriage. Was he proposing to me? Well marriage was never on the cards just yet, because I felt that we were still "growing up" and wanted to be financially stable first before settling down  a few years down the road.  But he kept insisting that I marry him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To test his sincerity, I actually made him cite 101 reasons why I should marry him, all in less than half an hour I think. As if it wasnt convincing enough, I played a silly prank on him. I made him run around Orchard to get a white or yellow tulip for me in any floral shops in half  an hour's time while waiting for him at the cafe. To make things difficult for him, i even confiscated his handphones so that he had no chances of calling his friends up to enquire on floral shops in Orchard, as there were hardly any around. While waiting for him, i ordered another drink to pass my time. I was worried that MIMI wouldnt make it on time, as time was nearing.... My eyes were everywhere, hoping he'd come back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup he did make it back to the cafe on time with the flower... He was perspiring a lot, having to run everywhere.. Poor guy did I torture him, but I didnt mean to bully him... I have never been so mean to a guy before and was just having some fun. I have always disliked flowers, but chose to keep the tulip somehow. MIMI confessed that it was the first time he ever bought flowers for a gal. He must have looked silly with all the stares he got when he was on the streets, carrying the bouquet in one hand, but he didnt care a bit. Dear I m touched for what you've done for me. Although I agreed to marry you in the future, don't forget there's still another official one....    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109988913576690797?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109988913576690797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109988913576690797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109988913576690797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109988913576690797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-m-so-touched.html' title='I M SO TOUCHED!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109988714349331104</id><published>2004-11-06T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:12:23.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HECK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Damn IT! I didnt sleep the entire morning when I got home from clubbing you know. I was still worried about MIMI and kept asking myself what I've done to upset him... Was still in a confused state of mind. Kept tossing and turning in bed... Even counting sheep didnt help to make me sleep... Just imagine now's already 6 am... Daybreak's approaching.. Dragging myself out of bed, I just stared blankly at the computer screen.... I smsed MIMI later, telling him that I'd meet him ard 2pm at West Mall. Since he was staying in BB, i might as well wait for him and clarify matters once and for all. Otherwise I won't be able to rest my mind. Writing my blog, browsing through friendster, chatting online with my friends... Was getting annoyed with myself now.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Time: 11.45am &lt;/span&gt;I was getting ready to leave my house when MIMI smsed me. And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUNNY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;part was, the first question he asked was: "Dear r u up already? I'M very hungry!" Sounded strange right? I just scratched my head... How could he possibly still act so calmly after what happened this morning? Instead of replying back, i called him up instead to check on him. Yeah he was still in one piece and acting as if nothing happened at all. He had no recollection of what he did, said and happened since last night, cos he was too tired and drunk. He couldnt recall anything. When you are in a drunken stupor, you tend to blurt out everything in the open, not realizing what u say'd hurt the others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;             When i finally met Hubby, i told him everything that took place earlier on. He was even more shoecked than I was when he heard of the incident. I'm declining here to understate what he said anyway. But he really hurt my feelings in the first place, but i no longer hold it against him. Anyway it was partly my fault too. MAYBE i did give him too much pressure. Whatever it is, despite what he did, I still love him.... I m glad everything's back to normal now. Think can sleep well tonight...TO BE CONTINUED.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109988714349331104?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109988714349331104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109988714349331104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109988714349331104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109988714349331104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-heck.html' title='WHAT THE HECK!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109988439783409504</id><published>2004-11-05T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:26:37.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled NITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was a super long friday, dancing the night away with my Hubby @ Madam Wong's Bar. Didnt manage to dance much tonight. as the crowd was getting bigger @ the console. There was a party going on tonight actually. Caught my friend Audrey dancing at the table top. Later did I realize she was already drunk and danced some more, although she could still maintain her composure. But of course there were a few times she nearly lost her balance. Tried as we might, we guys couldnt do anything to get her off the table. Audrey may be big-sized, but she isnt fat. She's a nice gal and has a gold of heart. She's My friend! Don't belittle her, because of her build. She really can dance, despite whatever people say about her. When she couldnt dance anymore, she finally sat down on the table(nt the chairs) and fell asleep there. Guess she was feeling too tired.... Later my friend managed to see her home. Hope she's alright by tomorrow and not having any hangovers.. By the way Audrey told me NIKKI was hospitalised recently for severe abdominal pain. Hope the princess's feeling better now and take care gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;          Yeah I witnessed my Hubby resting his hands on my friend Joanna's waist while i was dancing on the table top, facing my direction towards them. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(But he said he was INNOCENT!)&lt;/span&gt; Well really I wasnt angry or jealous at all. Mimi even admitted a pretty gal with big @@ danced with him on the podium. And he went along with the idea. This time I didnt see anything else and was too preoccupied with my mind. A happening night really, as most of my friends were there. I arrived a bit later so by the time I got there, most of them were already drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;          I happened to see my friend Edmund dancing alone on the platform opposite the stage so went to dance with him for a while. When I tried to catch a glimpse of Hubby, caught his eye but his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;turned "BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;". &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Guess he wasnt pleased that I was dancing with some other guy. But his anger was soon appeased after kissing him a few times at the bar counter when i caught up with him later.. Guess what? Before we headed home, Alec tried to kiss HuBBY on the lips you know... That was just an act of course. He even used his hands to cover Mimi's mouth to make it look REAL! Yucks! So gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;          Now &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the WORST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PART of the Blog..... It was clear to me that MIMI was pissed drunk and he spouted a lot of nonsense which really left me thinking: "Did he mean what he said?" As we got into the cab, sensing that he was feeling sleepy, I told him to rest his head on my shoulder then. Feeling very much awake, my buddy B happened to sms me, telling me about the problems he was facing. That was when Mimi suddenly woke up and asked me who I was smsing, demanding to read my messages. He wanted me to hand over my handphone, but I was reluctant to, as the messages between me and my friend were in confidentiality.. Then he became angry and even shifted his seat near the right rear door of the cab, refusing to listen to my explanation...  When i tried to comfort him, he shrugged away my hands several times and didnt even bid goodbye after I got off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;             Getting worried, I called him later and i could hear him sobbing on the phone. Sensing something amiss, I asked him what was wrong, but he didnt say much. I thought i might have provoked him, but I did nothing really. We were so happy earlier on, yet things turned ugly in the end. As he was feeling drained, I chose to sms him instead. All his replies were so disappointing which really saddened me. He sounded as if he was going to dump me. I was very baffled by the whole episode.... Then we agreed to talk about it again the next day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;             What am I going to do now? Cant get to sleep.. I m so worried about MIMI... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109988439783409504?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109988439783409504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109988439783409504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109988439783409504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109988439783409504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/troubled-nite.html' title='Troubled NITE!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109962801946619476</id><published>2004-11-04T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:13:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HatInG myseLF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i did the most terrible and shocking thing today where I ended up hurting someone so badly today. Not once, but several times... I even made him cry and i hated myself for breaking his heart... It was not done on purpose but the truth was just too devasting for him.. I nearly had to lose him for nothing... I would like to thank him for giving me a 2nd chance and will treaure it well. I aint going to risk losing it once more. Sometimes i may be able to differentiate between rights and wrongs, but when it comes to making decisions, i tend to do things on impulse, without realizing that besides me alone, i may be hurting someone else too.... Yes before i set my mind on something, i always think of what circumstances may surface and sparing a thought for the other parties involved.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Feeling Emotionally Tired, but trying to cope with my Life.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109962801946619476?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109962801946619476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109962801946619476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109962801946619476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109962801946619476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/hating-myself.html' title='HatInG myseLF!!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109940823911775276</id><published>2004-11-02T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T07:10:39.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny happenings today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Whew! My boss treated us to lunch @ Swensens this afternoon, but I had diarrohea later on... It was so bad that I was stoned in the toilet for about half an hour.... Oh my goodness... Maybe it's because I hasnt had western food for ages or food poisoning??? I m feeling much better now anyway. Hahaha:P When we were heading back to the office together, we chanced upon a lady, who was in her mid-30s sucking a pacifier.. Oh can u guys imagine an adult still sucking that? We were amused by her funny sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I remembered a few years ago when i waS stationed at Citilink U2, I got to know this guy called Hasmi. No harm knowing that guy I thought. But then when we met the 2nd time, I knew he had something up his sleeve. Hasmi mentioned that he was an Art student and was engaging in some project where he needed a model to draw some nude pictures.. At that time i realized he was up to no good... I turned him down flatly on the spot, although he kept pestering me to accept the offer. I was totally pissed off by him. We did bumped into each other several times this year, and he has never stopped bringing up the subject. I met him yet again when I knocked off from work. What the heck manz... Hasmi asked if i could spare some time to chat with him. I couldnt wait to get him off my back really... Luckily i ran into a friend and took a lift home from him. He was really psychotic and SICKENING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;           I just couldnt control my laughter when i met MIMI this evening. We were heading home to meet my parents for the first time today. this afternoon he smsed me telling me that he was going to be in black and white attire. But when i saw him, he looked so much different on other days. He was totally dressed in a funny top that reminded me of my dad. Frankly speaking, he was looking so much older than he was. Just couldnt believe my eyes... I was so mean to call him "DADDY". But it was only a joke lah. MiMi said today'd be the last time he would wear that top. If he ever wear such shirts again, i'm going to tear it into pieces for sure.. I thought he had better fashion sense, because ever since I knew him, he was always wearing tees n jeans.. I've always admired his ways of dressing, but i guess today he probably didnt take his "medicine" ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sigh:( tomorrow going to attend some stupid meeting again. Hope we arent going to get another lecture from my boss again... Oink oink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109940823911775276?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109940823911775276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109940823911775276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109940823911775276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109940823911775276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/funny-happenings-today.html' title='Funny happenings today!!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109932791900881606</id><published>2004-11-01T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:51:59.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiring day for ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;wAS up early this morning, vacuuming n mopping the floor and doing the rest of the household chores... Felt so tired even after writing my blogs and updating my friendster profile as well. The day wasnt put to waste anyway. Ever since I started working, i had little time to spare at home, so i had a great time "working out".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;iT just so happened that MIMI was working in Jurong today and tomorrow as well, as he was on course training. We managed to get a bite and movie tonight. After that we went to the rooftop near my house and had a long talk, sharing life stories... the evening felt so romantic.... I just wanna tell Hubby... I know you are facing a lot of pressure at work, but remember this... Life's never without hardships and sufferings. Only when you start to experience them, you'll become even more stronger and wiser. Along the way, you'll realize that there are beatiful things around too. You were never happy before in the past, but having the few close friends you have now, I'm sure they appreciate you and want you to be happy too. No matter what, I'll always be here for you... And be prepared for the "interrogation" tomorrow. Hope you'll get the passing mark from my mum... All the best ha! :)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109932791900881606?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932791900881606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109932791900881606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932791900881606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932791900881606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/11/tiring-day-for-me.html' title='A tiring day for ME!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109932701989134695</id><published>2004-10-31T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:36:59.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STONED THE WHOLE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Good riddance!! I only managed 3 hrs of sleep this morning, ever since I was out clubbing last night.... Someone kept pestering me throughtout the whole night and had to give in... (You know who u r!) hAHAHa went to shop for a t-shirt for hUbby because he just couldnt take the heat anymore. I expected it already. :P He never stop complaining about the heat, ever since he came back from UK.. After that  went out for breakfast+lunch with MIMI @ Bugis before we decided to call it a day. I couldnt even walk anymore, despite dancing so much last night, doing so many twists and turns... I was too lazy and tired to take the train home, so we took a cab instead. I ended dozing off in it and nearly missed the stop at my house..... was sleeping in till eveNing time when I started feeling huingry again... Whenever hunger pangs start, my stomach suffers... GOSH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109932701989134695?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932701989134695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109932701989134695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932701989134695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932701989134695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/10/stoned-whole-day.html' title='STONED THE WHOLE DAY!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109932636479488117</id><published>2004-10-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:26:04.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;hMMM.... I was shocked when i met MIMI.... his attire today was different. You guys should know how humid the weather's nowadays. He wore thick clothing where that should be worn during winter in westernised countries. But he didnt mind a bit untill he was standing under the scorching sun, that he went:"It's so hot!" He looked impressive in his outfit, but he was feeling uncomfortable the whole day. Well he probably wanted to impress the gals i think..... Hubby even wore that to the Halloween party at MW tonight too. Of course he didnt dance much, because he knew he'd be sweating even more than the rest of us toO... HAHAHA:p  Guess he had a great time chilling out with my gang. I didnt know he could click with them so well. Even Eileen commented that he was so COOL and friendly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;          As for me, I was dancing on the table non-stop for three hours straight.. But really i had to maintain my composure while dancing, because my top straps kept falling.. Had to pull them up everytime.. Of course I didnt feel embarrased about it. I was not going to expose anything after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;         And tonight is ever the first time I saw my godbrother Edward dancing manz... Like what MiMI SAID, he was actually doing a "Virgin" dance... He's always drinking at the bar counter. That's why i was amazed he actually danced together with Hubby, Johnny...Those guys were really funny.. But I'm glad they were enjoying themselves so much. It's great to have such nice bunch of friends around.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;OH ya MimI showed me n MMS which featured MOnsty and WENDY @ a Halloween party in MS i think so. They were looking so freaky, yet not looking much different from skeletons.. Wahaha... that was a nice picture gals! Hope no one fainted from seeing too many corpses tonight. Booooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109932636479488117?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932636479488117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109932636479488117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932636479488117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932636479488117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109932450692947773</id><published>2004-10-29T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:55:06.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to meet my dear @ Raffles City Shopping centre after work. Was thinking of where to head for dinner... Then I suddenly thought of dining at Lau Pat where we had satay. Hmmm.... had 15 sticks of satay in all, 5 sticks of chicken/mutton/beef respectively n 6 chicken wings as well... Yummy isnt it? Had a great time pigging out togther of course........ In the midst of our dinner, Nikki smsed me, thinking I wasnt going down to MW, because some of the regulars objected to my presence there. Actually I was reluctant to go down tonight, as I was feeling restless and wasnt in the mood to club. Besides I wanted to spend some time together with MIMI... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;            I'm going to MW less often nowadays. Getting sick of clubbing.. me feeling old already... Cant club too much, although i still love to dance. Maybe some of you are wondering why these things are happening to me. I know there's this particular gal who dislike me a lot. I used to detest her a lot, because she was the one who started all those rumours about me and caused me to lose many friends. It really baffled me how I could have offended her. I m not scared of her or whatever. I just find her behaviour rather odd and she pisses me off. Just because i m popular with the guys doesnt mean anything.. I may flirt, drink and dance with the guys, but never sleep with them. People who choose to believe her words are all &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IDIOTS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well the hatred in my heart's gone. I m immune to all the rumours circulating around me. Whenever I see that gal, i just blink an eye to what's going on obliviously. I treat her like an invisible light and dance away on any other night. I cant be bothered with her anyway. I think she's worse off than me, having a bad reputation in MW. Whatever it is, she's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a SLUT to me....    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330099;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109932450692947773?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932450692947773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109932450692947773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932450692947773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109932450692947773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-sad.html' title='SO SAD!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109929509696585905</id><published>2004-10-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:44:56.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my 26th birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so HAPPY TODaY! I actually planned to celebrate on my own... That's what i always do every year anyway... But today the first time in my life, there was somebody else to spend the day with me. Hubby Mikkel was going to meet me at Jurong East Mrt train platform this afternoon... He's staying in Bukit Batok and me in Boon Lay. We are staying so near to each other, yet so far apart in distance. Anyway he meant to give me a surprise when he spotted me... But i was quick on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;        We were heading to Orchard for lunch firstly, window-shopped around, even had drinks @ our usual Terrazza outside Wisma Atria... We are always there whenever we go 2 Orchard... Mikkel will have his sparkling mineral water(Dunno hw 2 spell it-starting with a big "P") n me, Sweet Iced Tea lor 4 juz $8.15! HAhaha:) In the evening, think we had our dinner @ n Indonesian restaurant in Taka. Love the prawn crackers n the prawn rolls.... I always end up eating more than HubbY does. I m a glutton when it comes to food. Cant resist the temptation manz.... We went to watch a movie after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       It was a lovely evening... Mikkel even did the most unusual thing which really took me aback by surprise... He almost proposed to me outside Orchard Cineleisure, where he even wanted the proposal to be witnessed. But i turned him down, as I felt that it was too sudden. I vowed to myself that i would earn more $$$ 1st before settling down at the age of 30. We agreed to give ourselves more time n building a stronger foundation on our relationship before we can be declared "Husband and Wife" officially in 3 yrs time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;      Thanks for giving me such a Wonderful Birthday Dear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8958366-109929509696585905?l=ngwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/109929509696585905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8958366&amp;postID=109929509696585905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109929509696585905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8958366/posts/default/109929509696585905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwendy.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-my-26th-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my 26th birthday!!!'/><author><name>BarbIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035583449816130020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958366.post-109929031734634192</id><published>2004-10-24T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:25:17.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first BLOG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmmm.....Hi to all my dearest friends! It just came to my mind that I should write a blog 4 myself as well, since it's getting quite popular all over the world.. For one, i m a person who like instilling my thoughts n setting the record straight. Writing based on mine and friends'life encounters tend to give me a different perspective view of life, thus learning from one another.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;PART 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;           I'm beginning to think that life's getting better for me....N much happier of Cos. Coming to think of it, It was the best birthday party I ever had when i was celebrating with a big bumch of friends @ MW last night. In the recent years, I hardly celebrated my birthdays n always doing stuff on my own. I had very few friends around and it soon dawned on me that maybe i m born a loner so most of the time i had to isolate myself from everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;           Heez...I was way getting far 2 early 2 get drunk. Everyone kept tossing drinks to me. Of course I couldnt reject them. At one moment i was feeling elated, because i was so touched my friends came down to celebrate my birthday with me. On the other hand, i was crying so emotionally, cos i felt my world was falling into pieces. But they were there to comfort me n giving me words of encouragement. Sob sob:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha... it was an eventful night for me.  It was really hilarious!!! I had to cut the cake after making my wish. But no knife was available. At first my friend Apple tried using the "thiny" drinking straws to divide the cake, but they were too soft. So Mimi(Mikkel) suggested the tongs instead...It did worked, but the way the cake was cut was really a funny sight. Aiyoo... then never mind.. The best part was, as there was about 1/4 of the cake left, Apple slammed it at my face... Urgh.... Of course I didnt expect it... My makeup was totally smudged.. Oh dear, i actually dressed myself pretty for the night. But I enjoyed myself a great deal and i'm sure the rest had fun as well... Although the whole thing wasnt anticipated, I would like to thank a few for their "role-playing parts"in the party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) Apple:  "SoTonG" was the one who actually comforted me throughout the whole night and i m sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                  to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wetted your shirt with my tears. Just couldnt stop crying...Hehe she even puked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 together with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me outside the ladies... She's a damn good drinker, I must say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) Diane: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Voluptuous Babe......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Haha she spent more than 2 hrs to get herself the perfect dress for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 party you know. Before she arrived, i was busy smsing her, asking her what she was going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 wear or if she's wearing nothing underneath... Juz kidding.... Thanks for getting the cake on my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 behalf babe! Swensens was closing @ 10pm n she nearly couldnt get it on time... Whew!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3) Mikkel: "Mimi"'s the sweetest person I ever met on Earth!!! He took great care of me when I was feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 down n out. And when i was drunk, he made sure i controlled my drinks too. Everywhere I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 was, he was there to help me up. When i was sober enough, i still went up the table top to dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 some more... Can u believe that's ME??? Wahahaha!!! And before things turned ugly, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 cleared away all the drinks before i could break some more glasses! I onli knew abt the ugly mess i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 created after the party ended... Mi really bad HOR?? He was mistaken for my bf in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 when everyone tried to track him down, telling him that I needed help immediately. Cos i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 fainting anytime soon... Sorry for putting you in a spot leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;         I would like to apologise to those who was down @ the party later that night like Audrey, KANE, Nigel, Kelvin, Gary, Eric .....I was too drunk to say anything and only managed a 5-minute thank-you speech...Haiz... I was such a bad host that night, but hope u guys didnt mind my poor sense of entertaining...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Having gone through some turbulent relationships, I realised that I m such a failure, when relationships are concerned. After my last experience, I told myself that was the final straw and enough was enough. I was getting tired of guys. I hate to switch boyfriends now and then. None of them could give me what I wanted in them. One of them was a JERK in my eyes n i dumped him after a month of courtship... Initially i thought I would never find myself another guy again untill recently someone changed my opinion of guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I met Mikkel(Mimi) about 3 mths ago under some unforseen circumstances.. I treated him just like another other normal friend I have. When we started going out for drinks and chatting @ Terraaza(did i spell correctly? It's outside Wisma Atria!), I began to have a clear understanding of him. He's so far the greatest friend i could ever have. We could talk non-stop fr Lingerie stuff to whatever topics that comes to our minds. And I must say he's a good shopping partner... Unlike other guys, he doesnt complain about girls whining n shopping nuts! Mimi's very patient when it comes to stuff like this. Why? Because he loves to shop as well. That day we were touring around in Orchard n bought so much of my stuff. U'll never feel bored with a guy like MIMI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;        Remembering 2 wks ago, I was on the verge of tears when i met him again @ the cafe. I felt so strange that day. It was only untill later, did I realize I had fallen in love with him. It was a unique feeling which I never experienced before. I didnt confess anything untill the day I smsed him when I was celebrating my birthday last week. He also felt the same way as me... It's just that he was afraid of hurting me in the end. The first few times I went out with him, we had so much fun together... Shared with me some really hilarious stories that made me laugh like 'it's never the end of the world".... A wiser n disciplined guy, he's always there to lend me support and encouragement. Giving me advice when i have my own difficulties too. I dont have to feel shy or embarrased, talking to him about my problems or anything... So we thought of giving ourselves a chance to make our relationship work.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;         When we started dating a week ago, it became like a paradise world to me. I felt so loved and this sense of belonging to him made me feel like I could spend the rest of my life together with him. He dotes on me a lot and never fail to make me happy..... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Am i getting too mushy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you Hubby for entering into my life! Hope we'll stay really happy togther... And not forgetting our promise in 2007... Love ya.. 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