<?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-6438303</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:22:40.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bits of Life: The Missy G style</title><subtitle type='html'>Open for opinions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>315</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115908413031575162</id><published>2006-09-24T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:48:50.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The closure needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm making it official. This blog has finally reached it's due date for a good closure. It has been a great few years and there were many memories both happy and sad. But that doesn't mean I'm gng to stop blogging. I have started my new blog but i'm not gng to put the link here. For those who wants my new link, you can come ask me. If not, thank you for being my reader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115908413031575162?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115908413031575162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115908413031575162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/09/closure-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115742136536735670</id><published>2006-09-05T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:56:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Devil Wears Prada-- LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I watched Devil Wears Prada last night and I loved it! It's a fairly simple storyline, and quite typical in fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nerd girl wants to pursue journalism, needed that big break, joined biggest Fashion magazine in USA, became assistant of some really ATAS female Fashionista/power woman boss, did badly, learnt and excel fabulously, had a great makeover, moved up the ladder, neglected family and friends, lost bf, met new handsome cool man, only to realise this job was not meant for her and she didn't want to pursue it anymore. Quit in a most gungho way and pursue the dream job she wanted, but of course with the help of her ex boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No doubt the story is inspirational, in terms of working hard to make a good impression, work hard to do a good job. But the best part of the show was the fashion. The attires and the styles are amazing!!!!!! It's like a Vogue magazine in a movie. The every detail in accessories, style, coats, etc... matches amazingly. But somehow I feel, you can only find this in the States and Europe. I seriously doubt this will happen in Singapore. I dunno if our fashion mags actually have people dress smartly and fashionably to work every day. Will they be in their heels everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I love the show. I'm inspired to actually want to dress like her but of course work like her to impress the bosses. Of course, I would want to balance family, friends and relationship too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go watch the show!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115742136536735670?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115742136536735670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115742136536735670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/09/devil-wears-prada-love-it-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115691730600657800</id><published>2006-08-30T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:55:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally I have the time to update on my new job and what had happened over the past week. First day at work has been alright, before stepping into my new office I was tasked to head down for product training. And this is even before my proper HR orientation. So I went down not knowing anyone. It was quite a culture shock for me, totally different from my previous workplace. Oh well. Anyway, the workload is quite heavy and I kinda like that, at least I would stop feeling bored and struggling to find things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My projects for the rest of the year are pretty much fixed and it'll be busy busy busy from now till then. There's the comex show this weekend, a brainstorming session at genting next weekend, followed by more product trainings and lastly, preparation for SITEX 2006 and the Funan show this coming Dec. In between, there are the ads to deal with. Honestly, I do feel excited.. hah.. i feel like a kid. I really welcome the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, nuff said about work, it's barely a week here, more updates to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In terms of my personal life, I have a new addition to my family. Nope, my mum aint pregnant. But, we've adopted a dog! hahah. Finally and long awaited. Actually this came unexpectedly, in the past it has always been kevin and I wanting a dog, and kevin was desperately trying to buy or adopt one for me. But my mum was picky and pretty demanding on the terms and conditions of adopting a dog. But anyway, this time round, this lobang was my mum's! 2 lobangs in fact. The one we chose is a 5 year old male Bichon. All white and fluffy. It's pretty obediant and can do some small tricks, like sit and shake hands. But of coz there are problems too, such as it has terrible bad breathe, really smelly and it needs some toilet training. It keeps shitting and peeing at the wrong places. My dad is pretty pissed of with it. Other than that, he's pretty adorable. And I think he has a fetish for towels. He loves to pull it down from the hanger and run around with it. Also, he keeps spinning each time someone moves. It's really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, this is my first time owning a dog, other times were just housing the dogs until their owners come back. Guess there's alot to learn. But I always look forward to return home and see my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BTW... my dog's name is BUDDY! ahha.... we usually care for my family friend's dog too and her name is Holly. So when Holly comes over in Dec, I'll have buddy holly in my house! heheh... i think weezer's Buddy Holly song can be their theme song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, I shld head back to work. Pics of buddy will be uploaded soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115691730600657800?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115691730600657800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115691730600657800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-job-finally-i-have-time-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115626359870443269</id><published>2006-08-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:19:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It hasn't sink in yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday was my 'last day' with SIF. On Thursday, I'll embark on my new job, a new environment, new people to meet, new job scope, new responsibilities and new stress. Honestly, as much excited i shld be, I'm not. It hasn't sink in yet that I'm no longer with SIF. I don't have that luxury to spend a week or more to just relax and be all rejuvenated to start my new work. Rather, the 2 days rest is not enough, I still feel drained and I still have some emails to clear and more people to tell about my departure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to end my chapter with SIF on a good and complete note. I have to make sure the relevant people get the relevant emails and information. This definately is stressing me out and not letting me enjoy my last day of freedom before i end up a working jail bird again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well.... bear with it then I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right now I want my rest and 'me' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115626359870443269?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115626359870443269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115626359870443269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-hasnt-sink-in-yet-yesterday-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115442675141451500</id><published>2006-08-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:05:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mood...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The mood now is good yet bad. I'm leaving my company and joining a new one in like 24 days from now, I shd be happy and looking forward to the leaves I can clear. Take a short break, wake up late and enjoy the peaceful afternoon. But nope, I have work to do and it's high level stress work. Just the week before I leave I have to manage a visit programme and it ends 19 August. My last day at work is 21 Aug (PM) onwards. But oh well, I guess it's my last service I can contribute to my soon to be ex company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway.... moving on, I'm looking forward to my weekend trip to Batam. A short holiday for me to just relax and enjoy the spa and massages. I think I need it before a week of stress. No shopping for me, since I think there's nothing much in Batam to buy except snacks? Heh.. holiday!!! ahah I would love to go to Msia too, since it's the great malaysia sale now.. but oh well no leave and tme to go.. some other time then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay... time to leave work!! argh.. i need to start my training on my next 10km run (SHEARES BRIDGE RUN)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115442675141451500?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115442675141451500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115442675141451500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/08/mood.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115384636081479185</id><published>2006-07-26T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:52:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The deed is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is official and it has happened. I have officially resigned from my company and moving to something better. It was nerve-wrecking to tender, since its my first time, but it definately feels good doing it after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... soon i'll be closing this chapter of my short career life and opening up a new one and hopefully a much better one. I can see my career path a little clearer now, on where I can move on to in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Opportunities only come a few times and u need to grab hold of it. That's what I did and I'm glad i did. Coz because of this move, did i see what shit hole i was in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad of what I've done and I look forward to a brighter future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115384636081479185?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115384636081479185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115384636081479185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/07/deed-is-done-it-is-official-and-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115346062124606062</id><published>2006-07-21T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:43:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For fun again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT RING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5years 6 months and 1 week... and counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a New Balance sports shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU DROPPED YOUR CELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cant rem... less than 10 times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last Sunday, ran 10km at the Shape Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Currently macs French Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful by James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;West side of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTEND(ED):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boon Lay Sec School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. FAVORITE MALL (S): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Er... by default... TANGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. LONGEST JOB HELD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hhaa er.... 1year 5 months plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahha no la... where got so bo liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. LAST WEDDING ATTENDED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A friend's church wedding last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. FIRST FRIENDS YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kevin, Tara, Pris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. LAST TIME YOU ATTENDED CHURCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last sunday for mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Burger King!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE HEARD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er.... cant rem actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er... no particular place. Eat everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23. CAN YOU COOK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. and it's edible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24. WHAT DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25. BEST KISSER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaah me! opps..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;26. MOST DISLIKED FOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;27. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im too forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;28. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My thunder thighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;29. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm... 9am to 1am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;30. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Holland Opus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;31. CAN YOU SING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I keeep in tune... is that considered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;32. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woah.... cant rem... too long ago. But I know the one I'm going to watch.... ROBBIE WILLIAMS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;33. LAST KISS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha er..... last weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;34. LAST MOVIE RENTED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont rent movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;35. THING YOU NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;36. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For now... Melbourne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;37. DO YOU LIKE CHINESE FOOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya of coz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;38. HOW BIG IS YOUR BED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Super single. Big enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;39. IS YOUR ROOM CLEAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er.... semi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;40. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;41. DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No way! never touched a stick before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No.42. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES ON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of coz with la... so cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;43. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My pillows, blankets and occasional bolster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;44. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ye. Mine did. But it's stil not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ZERO. I'm a law abiding citizen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;46. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pancakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;47. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope! I feel high after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;48. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;scrambled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;49. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope. Cant be bothered abt the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;50. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kevin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;51. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er.... secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;52. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The girl sitting next to me has pink hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;53. MCDONALDS OR BURGER KING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just said... BURGER KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;54. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hUH? wats the relation? Pillows for comfort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;55. WHAT ARE YOU HEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Class 95 fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;56. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC OR SONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're beautiful... You're beautiful... it's true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;57. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;58. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SWIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;59. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ferraro Roche Gelato at Lygon street, Melbourne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;60. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep. I'm usually the navigator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;61. TELL US A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm quite blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;62. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep.. of coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;63. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In singapore.. it's Summer all yr round. In Melbourne, SPRING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;64. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er... cant rem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;65. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7.50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;66. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;67. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said... i never kena before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;68. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fatty and skinny. I had hamsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;69. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL OR OVERRATED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cool! Jonny depp made it cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;70. WHAT IS THE THIRD LETTER OF YOUR NAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115346062124606062?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115346062124606062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115346062124606062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-fun-again.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115312842153761695</id><published>2006-07-17T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:27:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHAPE RUN 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I survived! Barely actually. With the lack in preparing for the run, coupled with a few muscle strains, I managed to complete the 10km run. The experience was thrilling and amazing. The sense achievement was great, I would have never imagined to clear that 10km mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unfortunate thing was that I walked a fair bit in the race, the heat was too much, plus I had blisters and a sore left calve. But I did tell myself, no matter what, at the 6km mark I have to run all the way back and I did. My timing was acceptable; wasn't expecting too much of it. But I definately would want to beat my timing at the upcoming Standard Chartered Run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must say there are alot of healthy and fit ladies out there. Such overwhelming response and there were a few who leisurely walked the entire stretch. Also, a big shout out to all the older ladies, you women are amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, my entire body is aching but I think it's worth it. More 10 kms to come!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115312842153761695?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115312842153761695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115312842153761695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/07/shape-run-2006-i-survived-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115232801317410713</id><published>2006-07-08T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:06:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What happens now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since my last post on job hunt, there have been a few progressions and to many it would be considered positive progressions. But, though some would be happy for me, I am not happy and contented at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I have an offer. Possibly two offers in a week. But both are something I don't quite wanna be in unless i have no other choice. You know the settle for it since you wouldn't know when you have such a chance again. But is it because the package is good that I shld move to an industry that would most prob seal my fate in my career and never do what i wanna do from the very beginning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shld I allow the fact that i have some people breathing down my neck telling me to leave my company now just to earn more $$. There have been a few changes in the organisation that I actually wouldn't mind "tahaning" till next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's the hope of a pay readjustments and a change in job titles to match my work experience. Also, the upcoming projects which would beef up my portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still i think i should be more patient to get something I want to work as or to work in a place which will lead me to where I would like to end up ultimately. The thing is this, if the offers came in when i first started work, maaybe i would accept it, but we're talking about 2nd career mover here, a move i dont want to regret and then leave in 6 months if i dont like tthe job. Too much at risk here. I think i need to know what i want and just seek that, rather than settle for something for the sake of settling for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At this moment, I really like to think I am correct in my thinking and that being patient is a good thing here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you think I'm doing the right thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115232801317410713?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115232801317410713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115232801317410713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-happens-now-since-my-last-post-on.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115131412552753006</id><published>2006-06-26T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:28:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Hunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know patience is a virtue, but this is one virtue I dont possess at the moment. I feel too desperate to want a new job to even want to be patient. Ive been contemplating to leave my current company. I'm bored at work and I want to move on. I want to feel useful; at the moment I feel useless. Sitting by my computer wishing time to pass faster or wishing for people to email me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to work.... not sit ard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Job hunt hasn't been all that great. I've sent countless of resumes and still no phone calls. I really wonder why no one is calling me, am I really tat bad? Can't be right? The ones that i want them to call... dont call... the one that i dont quite want.. calls. ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To improve my chances, i've been seeking help online, such as writing the best cover letter and resume. I've made drastic changes and still gng to work on improving that CV. Basically.. i felt this way 1 odd yr ago when i was fresh from uni, but then... luck was better. Now.... nope... coz i dont have the relevant work experience. ARgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why is it so hard to find a suitable job for me... something that i would love to do....!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115131412552753006?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115131412552753006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115131412552753006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/06/job-hunt-i-know-patience-is-virtue-but.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115077058142173400</id><published>2006-06-20T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:29:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;World Cup 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since the World Cup started 2 weeks ago, everynight seemed really exciting. I don't dare claim I'm a huge soccer fan, but I think I appreciate a good soccer game, with all the tactics and attacks each country plays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's even more exciting when you have stacks on the matches as well. Nope, I didn't bet with Singapore Pools but yes for other sorts of betting. I have betted $130 for 2 separate bets and I want to win! Hahha! The country I betted on to win is Germany. I think they stand a good chance and with the added home ground advantage but there are a few threats out there (Argentina, Spain, Holland and Brazil). So... keeping my fingers crossed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, moving on to the body challenge. It's a flop! I must be the worst self motivator on earth! And now, it doesnt help that i've hurt my left knee joint and calve.  Once i start running.. my whole leg turns numb. So I've stopped running those 5-6km runs and just stuck to yoga and body balance, hoping to stretch those strained muscles.  Yoga is really good, stretches you everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well... I'm sleepy now and it's 10.30am only. I dunno how I survive work everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you comment on this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. i’ll respond with something random about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. i’ll challenge you to try something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. i’ll pick a color that i associate with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. i’ll tell you something i like about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. i’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. i’ll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. i’ll ask you something i’ve always wanted to ask you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. if i do this for you, you must post this on yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115077058142173400?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115077058142173400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115077058142173400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-2006-since-world-cup-started.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115035436550837019</id><published>2006-06-15T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:52:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My 20 Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got this from Diana's blog too. And Yes, like her... I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Instructions: Before you read the post, name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. List those names down in any order, before answering the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Tara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Mavis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Gracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Pris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Jenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. Darryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. Yilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. Charmaine Wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. Cheryl Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. Keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. Pearle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. Alvina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20. Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. How did you meet number 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This one is rather funny. My bf knows her, coz from same poly, and he knew she was in Monash studying, so wanted us to meet up. But we never quite made an appointment to do so. But i would see a familiar face at the kickboxing class but never knew it was her. Until I joined the Singapore association, did I then found out it was her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. What would you do if you had never met Number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm... Interesting.  let's see... I would have still lead the same life, but perhaps be with a different guy and have a different job? But then again, I wouldnt know how to find good lobangs and good places to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahah!! then number 8 will be damm pissed off. But I really don't see any possibilty of them together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm. Maybe? Both seem to have similar personalities. But too bad, both are happily attached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Describe no.3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's actually an ex-colleague. Very friendly and chatty person. Someone who loves the finest things in life. She's one person who's great with any type of people. Definately the party conversationalist. Great with her work too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Do you think No.8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm... i think attractive wouldn't be the word to use. But I would say he has a good fashion style. He has presence, so perhaps that makes him stand out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Tell me something about No.7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's in love with his new car. Actually I would say he's shy with strangers, but really a great company among friends. Lots of my female friends always find him attractive, especially coz he's bald and eurasian. Very accomodating person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Do you know anything about no.12's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm. His dad works in Tuas, dealing with aluminium i think. His mum is with a magazine co, as a PA i think. He's their only son and child and they live at west coast. Currently, the father is attending RCIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. What is no.18's favorite pastime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hhaah..... i would say being the entertainer that she is. I dont really know her very well, but most of the time I see her, she's always so hyper, hoping around. Really the life of the party. As for other things, I think she's a sporty person. I've heard she's into Curling, you know the one that 2 people use brooms on ice and sweeping for a ball to move to a certain spot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10.What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ha! hmmm...... say no..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. What language does 15 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;English and Chinese I think. I've never heard her speak any dialects before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. How old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good old 25 years. He shld be going through some quarter life crisis now. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. When was the last time u talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Er... last Saturday at the boring England-paraguay game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. Who's 2's favorite singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it's a tie between Jay Chou and Michael Buble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. Would you date number 4? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I was a guy, i would love too.  She's our mass comm Ms Body Beautiful! Plus she's a really fun-loving and nice person. Who wouldn't like...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. What's 10's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually I forgot. opps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't. I'm straight. But again, if I'm a guy... i wouldn't mind as well. She makes a really good gf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. What schools did 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it was TKGS for sec sch, (forgot JC), NUS, and Warwick University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. Where does 6 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;far! Yio Chu Kang area. Landed property.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; 20. What's your favorite thing about number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her bubbly nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115035436550837019?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115035436550837019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115035436550837019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-20-friends-i-got-this-from-dianas.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-115018215521348369</id><published>2006-06-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:02:35.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Love Story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took this off from Diana's blog. It's rather long but worth the read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal carstopped in front of our one-roomflat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid. I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream oflove. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayedmy wife.. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorced, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out.Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast.When Iwoke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one months time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, HeNing, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudlyand thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, shehasto face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as strangers. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy isholdingmummyin his arms. His words brought me a sense ofpain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to thedoor, Iwalked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate womancarefully for a long time. I found she was not young anymore.There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She picked her dresses while I waited to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one.Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out is now an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom,through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came backto our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I jumped into the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-115018215521348369?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115018215521348369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/115018215521348369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-story.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114948001749204328</id><published>2006-06-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:00:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired and lethargic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's really frustrating, especially on a Monday, that I am feeling so tired and lethargic. I really think it's the lack of rest over the weekend. I think this working thing is taking a toil on me, I guess not having to do much at the moment is quite tiring too. Just sitting here trying to find work to do and look busy is itself a tiring thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, shan't be bothered too much abt this, I just want Monday to end soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My weekend was not too bad, here's a short recap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday: Grease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup, it was a last min decision and it was quite a steal. Kevin had gotten some cheap tics off the auction page. Unfortunately, the show wasn't as great as I thought it would be. First off, the show was held at Indoor Stadium, and you might imagine that there would be a big stage, since it had so much space, but nope, it was a small stage with really limited stage props. Apart from good singing and the best of grease songs, the rest were really disappointing. The storyline was choppy and inconsistent. There was no focus and it really didnt do justice to the movie. Do shows which have movie adaptations always do so badly when acted in broadway? I heard West Side Story wasn't all that good too. It didn't follow the movie well too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday: Seventeen Summer Hunk Beach party and Settlers Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kev and I headed to Sentosa to attend the Seventeen Summer Hunk Beach party. Jared, Jenson, Hao and Chia were there too. This was Janice's event, and so thought headed there to lend support. I have to say the hunks arent all that good looking or not Jon Jonnson standard la. Aint the surfer dude standards. But nevertheless there were a couple of not bad looking ones. Maybe coz im older than them, so not much appeal. Nevertheless, it was still fun. I have a terrible sun burn too, didnt put enough sun block. Anyway, pics to come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That very night, we met again to go Settlers Cafe for more boardgames. We found another new game and we decided to go Guys vs Girls. We had to do a few things, Charades, Ask Yes/No questions, Say on a subject topic for 30 secs continously, guess the correct meaning, and describle a word taboo style. It was a good night of fun, as usual we played till closing time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday: Zouk Flea Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Started the day really late, went down to Zion Road for the Nasi Padang; it was to celebrate kelly's bday. Kevin got her a Mahjong set. Sigh, looking at it makes me want to play Mahjong. Right after lunch, headed to Zouk for the flea market. This time, it's a bigger flea market. They opened up Phuture. More independent designers showcasing their works. Quite good bargains but most are still rather expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, looking at how my weekend went, it was obvious I didnt enter my gym at all. I think i'm killing myself here, for being so ill discipline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114948001749204328?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114948001749204328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114948001749204328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/06/tired-and-lethargic.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114904591408077917</id><published>2006-05-31T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:25:14.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise Regime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to admit. I have been slacking alot and not living up my challenge I gave to myself a couple of months back. Damm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looks like my dreams of losing that 4kg, 1 dress size, 2 inches off, are all gone and out into the land of wishful thinking. But, not all hope is gone. I am still trying to train for the 10 km SHAPE RUN. It's not very far off, exactly 1.5 months to go. My plan and I need to be really disciplined is to go gym 4 times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;31 May - Spin class by RAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;01 June - 5 km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;03 June - Spin Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;05 June - 5km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;07 June - Spin Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;08 June - 6 km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11 June -  6km run + Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13 June - 6 Km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15 June - 6 Km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17 June - Body Combat/Pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19 June - 8km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21 June - Spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22 June - 8 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25 June - Spin Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;27 June - 8 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;28 June - Spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;01 July - 8km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;03 July - 8 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;05 July - Spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;06 July - 10 Km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;08 July - 10 Km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10 July - 10km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11 July - 10 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13 July - 10 Km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16 July - SHAPE RUN!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So how? Possible? I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Training starts today! Spin class by Ram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114904591408077917?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114904591408077917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114904591408077917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/05/exercise-regime.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114898382110921572</id><published>2006-05-30T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:10:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jobs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been applying quite a bit the past few days. Really hoping I get at least a couple of phone calls. I had a conversation with a colleague today and shared with her how I felt abt the organisation and management. For a moment not too long ago, we thought something good will turn out from what was happening. But now, we still don't see results, infact, what we got was a tyrant of a lady boss. How do you deal with really bad-tempered lady bosses? I really dunno how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm slightly deluded by all these happenings. In just a yr, I've felt the unhappiness in this company growing from bad to worst, and I'm feeling it. I sense fear in myself and all because of that lady boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont think all bosses out there are as bad as mine. The thought of the male boss resigning would have made things better, but now.. it seems worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont want to say i regret being in this company, because the work itself is quite good and interesting, but the management of it all is just such a failure. My ex colleagues said it right, I joined in a bad time. I think back and wonder, if I had been more patient would I be a happier person at work now? If I didnt take up the initial temp job first, would I have gotten a much better job elsewhere? Nevermind about the pay and the no increment; but unhappiness in an organisation is bad enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still pissed over that 2 months termination policy. I feel trapped and forced to stay on. At this stage, no one is gng to headhunt me, no one is gng to pay big bucks to buy me over. I'm still no doubt considered a fresh grad with just a 1 yr and a half working experience. I really do feel a little disheartened and unmotivated. For the past 6 months, things are just not looking the way it should have been or promised to be. An email came by to say "no increment for the financial yr of 05/06 coz there was no proper workplan" yet the last line of the email wrote, "your contributions has made the organisation scale new heights, thank you for your hard work." Isn't this a joke, a damm bad one i must say. What an email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel I'm not moving forward, not learning what I want to learn. I actually crave to be busy most of the time. I want to feel the stress, at least I know I'm working and not just surfing or chit chatting or just feeling plain tired at the butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well...., nuff said. Just needed to vent out my frustrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At least Im not doing some bird flu project my other newer colleagues are made to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114898382110921572?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114898382110921572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114898382110921572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/05/jobs.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114883650514372830</id><published>2006-05-29T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:15:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lessons learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. NEVER BLEACH YOUR HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. DON'T TRUST HAIR SALONS WHO ARE NOT FAMOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. NEVER DO A TWO TONE WITH THE HIGHLIGHTS ULTRA LIGHTER THAN THE BASE COLOUR. SLIGHTLY CLOSER IS GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. DONT TRY TO BE SO VAIN. IT HURTS WHEN GO WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARGH!! ANOTHER BAD MOVE FROM ME.. MY HAIR IS TOO BRIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114883650514372830?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114883650514372830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114883650514372830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/05/lessons-learnt.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114724655901143837</id><published>2006-05-10T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:35:59.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE MY HAIRSTYLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DUNNO WHY I EVEN LET IT HAPPENED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOOK 10 YRS OLDERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114724655901143837?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114724655901143837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114724655901143837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-my-hairstyle-i-dunno-why-i-even.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114699818381692900</id><published>2006-05-07T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:36:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not smooth..... at ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What happens when work suddenly takes a bad turn and things are just not gng right at all? PANIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's what I'm feeling now... PANIC and STRESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First time.... first time this is happening for me. It's such a learning experience for me. But learning aside, its more important to solve the problem. I'm glad to know I have contacts who are able to help me out during this short period of time. But I honestly dread heading back to work, because I really dont want to face my new boss. Fear is really the only word I can gather from this. Man... I gotta live with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For now.... I just wanna 'enjoy' the last few hrs of Sunday before a hellish week ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God! I need your guidance and help now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114699818381692900?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114699818381692900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114699818381692900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114672216604714742</id><published>2006-05-04T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:56:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAPE Run 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In conjunction with my Body for Life Challenge, (which btw is quite difficult to follow) I've decided to participate for the SHAPE Run 06 happening on 16 July 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My challenge/aim: To run the full 10 km. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The furthest I've ran is 8km and that was 3 years ago in Melbourne where Alvina, Masako and I participated in a run. That itself was really my challenge, because I was never a long distance jogger. But anyway, I had plans to participate in the Standard Chartered run, so i guess this July event will be a prelude to the next run. I have to start training now, 5km to me is already very painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope with this to motivate me, I'll be able to fulfill my body for life challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHAPE Run is a women-only event. More info pls log on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shape.com.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.shape.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114672216604714742?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114672216604714742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114672216604714742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/05/shape-run-2006-in-conjunction-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114619810812364613</id><published>2006-04-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:21:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Frustration all over!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm really not in the best of moods today. I attribute it to mood swings. But honestly, it is through this feeling that I really feel I dare to say things coz im in just a heck care mode now. Okay let's start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel frustrated when I also have to keep listening to everyone and all their opinions. And when it comes to me saying things, some would look disinterested or think whatever I say are is nonsense, or simply just wanna move on to something else. Hello.... SHOW SOME RESPECT CAN! I mean seriously, as much as i want to play a listening ear, there are times i rather people listen to me! Goodness, do I look like i don't have any worries or concerns at all??? Talk about caring for others. Why bother when no one bothers abt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel frustrated when I keep getting coerced into doing something or going for something. I realise I've been always out or doing something that i have no ME TIME! I need a break from everyone... I need to just stay at home or be somewhere by myself for some self-rejuvenation. I know I'm young and all the energy in the world, but I think it's self healing to just spend some ME TIME. It's either there's this place to go too, this party to attend, this church event or meeting to go. I seem to have to fit what i wanna do according to these things, which is frustrating me a hell lot! It doesn't help that I dont quite get the weekends to myself too. Ya that's what happens when ya in a relationship, you have to be out on a WEEKEND! It doesnt help that my BF LOVES TO CLUB TOO! argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel frustrated when I dont get the due recognition I deserve. At work, I have a boss who see pass me as just a girl with no work experience and just a degree. I've been taken off projects and given to either the seniors or some undeserving souls. I feel i'm not proving my true capabilities and given task I want to do. Now that he's gng, perhaps things might change. Also, for others, a simple thing such as an idea i have can be taken from someone and others would praise this person or agree with this person, simple because he/she is more outspoken than me. Do i really look like a blardy push over?? I'm too nice that's why! I shld not keep wanting to claim credit, it's just too proud of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel frustrated that I cannot make my own decisions and that I will tend to regret any other decisions I make. I feel I am not strong enough to say NO AND SORRY I CANNOT. Perhaps I dont want to disappoint. It's just taking a toil on me and people say why am i like that, why can't i join them or go or something. I don't have time for myself is simply because of YOU ALL! argh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take tonight for example. I have planned to watch this show at the esplanade with Kevin at 9.30pm. Then came this sms from him at 8ish am today, telling me his aunt wants to go to the wake, and coz he wants to take the car, he will send her there and back. Okay, fine. Go along then. Later, a friend asked what time we heading to zouk tonight, queue starts at 9pm. (my bf loves zouk, anything to do with it, he'll go) Apparently, he wanted to try his luck to rush down and get a chop before heading to esplanade. This is where it frustrates me. We have a show to catch at 9.30pm and they have a no late seating policy, so no matter what 9.30pm is the latest. But no, our dear friend actually wanted to go and try and get tat chop and thinks we can get to esplanade like in 5 mins? It's a freaking friday! Jams aplenty especially at the esplanade side! I just dont like to rush for something that I've planned 2-3 weeks back. I hate it when I have to accomodate to all these last min additions. I just dont quite understand why can I take my time to go to the esplanade without having to worry about rushing. I hate this feeling, but it simply shows i have to freaking accomodate to everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My conclusion is this: No one bothers and cares about how I feel. No one understands me and my reason. No one including my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;get out of my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114619810812364613?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114619810812364613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114619810812364613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/frustration-all-over-im-really-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114610947499674601</id><published>2006-04-27T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:45:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News.... Good and Bad News.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day i dont think I can quite forget. It was a day of news, both good and bad. Let's start with the bad news or what I shld say SAD news. Ard 10ish in the morning, a friend msned me and broke the news that a friend's mum just passed away. Shock is just a small word that described my feelings when I read it. I couldn't believe it. It was a long battle with cancer, liver cancer to be exact. There were signs of recovering but it striked again and this time it was too late. Though I dont know the mum well enough, she did come across as someone really nice and accomodating, sweet and at peace. The loss will indeed be great, but I'm glad to see the family holding on strong for her and for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you Auntie, for you are with HIM in the Kingdom of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the other news. I also dunno whether to call it good news, but perhaps news which most of my colleagues been waiting to hear. My immediate boss has resigned. He called for a meeting yesterday to announce his decision. He said it was mixed feelings and that he felt he needed something else to motivate him. Well, I do think his worth in the company is dwindling down. Personally, he really needs to move to a new environment. It will do him some good. See more of the world out there and realise that Life is much more than just him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we kinda knew tis will happen, but did not anticipate it to be so soon. My colleagues and I were even talkin abt it during lunch. He broke the news after lunch. Well, I've only been in the organisation for like a yr odd, I have heard stories about him and I've experienced a little of it. He is someone not easy to work with, coz he's a micro manager. But that's history now. The future of my department is somewhat blurred now. With us being unsure what is our new direction. It doesn't quite help when the organisation itself is gng through a transformation. It is definately going to be a trying period for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that because my boss is such a bad leader, that it contributed to my decision to leave. But now that he's leaving, will I still want to leave? Perhaps the morale will be upped and I won't leave just yet. But then again, i really dun want to be stucked in events for life. I guess I'll start deciding again after my Melbourne event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate decisions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114610947499674601?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114610947499674601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114610947499674601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/news.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114550277422743975</id><published>2006-04-20T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:12:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body for Life starts today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First meal was Ham Sandwich (wholemeal bread)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be visiting the gym for cycle class later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks like a good start for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114550277422743975?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114550277422743975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114550277422743975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/body-for-life-starts-today-first-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114542004072380514</id><published>2006-04-19T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:14:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body for Life Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was at the gym on Monday and was reading this article of a housewife who has put on the pounds since her delivery of her 3rd child. She didn't like how her body turned out; fat and flabby. She looked haggard. Last yr, GNC and Urban supplement had a contest on who can lose the weight and stay trim in 4 weeks. This housewife won and she is a Planet Fitness gym member. How she achieved it? One word and that's Motivation. Of course she had professional help to guide her, but it was her motivation or will power to want to lose the weight and stay trim and fit. Now, she's looking great, all toned and fit, and definately happier and younger looking. Basically, she looks great!! She worked hard, visiting the gym everyday, watching her diet, pushing herself to conquer the stairmaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I read with awe. I really want to be like her. I'm younger and therefore it should be easier for me. But I just dont quite have that sort of motivation. I look around me, among my peers, my colleagues, strangers on the roads and everyone looks just right, no flabby arms, no wiggling bottoms, no big round faces and no tummies to show. It's been almost a yr since i joined the gym and still i see no results. I have no lost weight, I look bigger coz of the muscles, I still feel lethargic... etc. Why have i not achieve positive results? I guess one good reason would be I'm not motivated at all! I still snack on chocolates, chips, fries, ice-cream. I only gym about twice a week on an average. It doesn't help that I sit on my big bum every weekday from 9am to 6pm. Of coz it also doesn't help that no one in Junction 8 sells healthy food such as sandwiches or soup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, I'm ranting on too much. I feel something must be done. I have to get rid of the weight i put on when I was in Melbourne. I need to stop feeling hungry and greedy all the time. I shld stop all these! I need to up my gym routine, attend more body pump and combat classes. I need to be and stay motivated. One thing the housewife taught me was how she pushed herself to the limit and to give that extra push to ya body. She said no matter how painful and torturous the stairmaster was, she told herself, just one more step to go. I need to adopt this "I can do it" attitude. If given a chance and the monetary ability, I would hire a personal trainer to guide me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To help me stay motivated and achieve my goals, I have managed to find guiding tools. This website, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itrain.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.itrain.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; , is a downloadable mp3 trainer that performs the role as a personal trainer, assisting you on how to tackle the treadmill, cycling machine, stairmaster, weights and dance. It is rather affordable if you take up the 1 yr plan or the monthly plans. I might give this a shot, especially for treadmill and stairmaster. Besides increasing my gym visits, I need to change my eating habits. I'm not eating enough fruits and taking in too much carbohydrates. I need to stop feeling hungry so frequently too. I must stop being tempted. I read in the recent 8days mag on this 5 meals a day diet. This is how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9am - breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;noon - Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3pm - a snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6pm - dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9pm - snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;midnight - sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Each meal should not be above a certain calorie intake and the portion has to remain small. By doing this, you prevent your body from feeling hungry, more so this help to increase the metabolism rate. If you leave your body to hunger, it will slow the metabolism rate as it goes into starvation mode. If I were to follow this routine, my meals should look like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9am - a bowl of cereal/ wholemeal bread with tuna/ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;noon- soup noodle or rice with veg/meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3pm - a bowl of grapes/fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6pm - less rice, more veg/fish/ lean meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9pm - yogurt/fruits/ a bar of chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The idea of this is to maintain a certain amount of calorie intake, so that you will not take in more calories than expected for the day. The above plan looks wholesome and healthy, but the unfortunate thing is that in Singapore, this is really quite impossible. How do you resist dishes like Char Kway Teow, Chicken/duck/roasted pork rice, lor mee, wanton mee, satay, mee goreng, roti prata? Of coz, there will be the occassional late night suppers of bak ku teh, nasi lemak, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See the dilemma now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nevertheless, I'll try to strive to achieve something. I should start a Body for Life challenge on myself. Yup... I shall do that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My goal: to lose 5 kg in 4months = 1 dress size, 2 inches off my waist line, a toner body, a healthier body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall start from tomorrow, 20 April 2006. Leaves me with today with all that useless, senseless snacking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, you will be my witness. By 20 August 2006, I should and will achieve my goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My strategy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- To gym 3-4 times a week. No more excuses of it being far or classes are boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will participate in classes, run on the threadmill for 30 mins at least,  climb the stairmaster for 20 mins at least, and weights training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- To eat a balanced diet. I will introduce fruits to my every meal. Drink more water and try to maintain a 5 meal diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- To sleep early (no more 2am nights on weekdays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Stay out of late night supper as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Reduce alcohol intake and no weekly drinking sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think the beginning weeks will be tough, but this will train my will power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I look forward to my challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114542004072380514?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114542004072380514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114542004072380514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/body-for-life-challenge-i-was-at-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114528948195054747</id><published>2006-04-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:58:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm Singaporean!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As of today, Monday, 17 April 2006, I am officially a SINGAPOREAN! Like finally!! I waited 23 years of my life for this. I can finally tell others that I am Singaporean and carry Pink IC and no longer need to explain why I carrY a Blue IC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now.... will i get to VOTE, since GE is approaching soon? But I dont think my GRC has any opposition. I missed out on the progress package too. But oh well, I wouldn't have gotten alot anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm still awaiting for my PINK IC and passport, I would need to wait abt 2-3months time to take them because I would need to recite the National Pledge and sing the National Anthem with a few hundred people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back to work tomorrow. Sian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114528948195054747?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114528948195054747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114528948195054747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-singaporean-as-of-today-monday-17.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114483584289598249</id><published>2006-04-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:57:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally another long weekend ahead. This Friday is Good Friday and so it's a public holiday which means NO WORK! The joy of each working person. I'm going to use this holiday period to really rest well and sleep enough, of which both i'm seriously lacking off. Better yet, I'm on leave on Monday to finish off my citizenship application. To those who do not know yet, my application for Singapore Citizenship has been approved and next Monday I shall take my Oath. Give it one more week, I will be a true blue Singaporean (about time!). To those who also don't know, I'm actually Malaysian, but no I was not born in Malaysia, my birth hospital is Mount Alvernia. It's because my parents are both Malaysian and Singaporean PR, that I was given the Malaysian status. So now that I've finished my studies, got a job, I finally applied for my citizenship. So at the moment, I'm citizenless, I dont belong to Malaysia anymore and not fully accepted into Singapore. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things are moving pretty slowly in the office, but it'll pick up soon with a couple of projects coming up. The organisation has been going through some phase in it's lifecycle and everyone is just waiting to hear the direction we're movin towards too. But one thing I'm quite certain is that I'm really ready to leave this company, it dawned upon me a couple weeks back when i realised this isn't what I want to do and I should leave as soon as I can before i become so out of touch that in 5 yrs time, I become useless. At the moment, I will still hang on here, but I've been searching and hoping to get something soon. Been praying hard for a change. I have to make better decisions next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, about time to leave already. 6pm is my favourite time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114483584289598249?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114483584289598249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114483584289598249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-weekend-finally-another-long.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114417024384823934</id><published>2006-04-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:04:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; FCUK: Style vs Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/fcuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114417024384823934?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114417024384823934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114417024384823934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/fcuk-style-vs-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114412603368277215</id><published>2006-04-04T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:49:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melbourne. Commonwealth Games. Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have the time to blog about my trip. Actually, it is gng to be a little long but heck, bear with me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I started our trip early in the morning, 4.30am to be exact. We roamed ard Changi Airport T2 anxiously awaiting our first return to Melbourne after our studies. Our flight there by Austrian Air was not too bad, it wasn't a full flight and so we had more than even seat space for our 7 hrs flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of Melbourne airport without much difficulty, and waited for Jiarong, Rachael and Kelvin to pick us up. We felt we never left Melbourne at all. Everything still looks the same and feels the same. We headed straight to Lygon street for dinner, had my favourite gelato for dessert and ended up in Crown to satisfy some other's gambling habits. We ended our night early and headed to Peter's place (kevin's ex housemate) in Moorabin. Finally met his wife, Melinda too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day at Camberwell Market. The place really never change a bit. The same old vendors are still there, just an occasional new ones sprouting around. Luckily for me, I didn't buy much except for a vintage tube dress which cost only $35. Went down town to meet Sarah for Sunday Mass followed by lunch at Mekong. That place still doesn't impress me much though. After lunch, we collected our rented car at Thrifty. By a stroke of good luck or blessing, we were upgraded from a Mitsubishi Lancer to a Mitsubishi 380 at the lancer price. You'll never drive a 3.8l car in Singapore. The car was huge and spacious. Love it! We went to pick Sam, rae and elaine and headed to the new DFO Essendon. It's as big as the Moorabin DFO but i reckon had better outlets. Kevin and I went a little crazy at DFO, we bought quite a no. of things, we had some great buys at FCUK, Gant, Dotti, Industrie, etc. The damaged done for the day was quite bad actually. For dinner, we met up with Kevin's family friends, afterwhich we proceeded to Jiarong's place for a night of Poker. Met Danny that night too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kevin and I headed to Olinda for our 2 days stay at this not too bad Cottage. The lady of the cottage, Helen, was really a nice lady. She single-handedly mainted the place. The cottage was part of an old nunnery. Helen bought this place and renovated it into a b&amp;b with two cottages of each side and she residing in the middle of the two cottages. Her service was impeccable. Making sure we were comfortable. It's always great to head up to Mt. Dandenong. Of coz we had our Pies. Nothing beats the pies up there! Sam, Rae, their friend Elaine, Tarn and her bf Dave joined us for Tea and scones at Miss Marple's Tea Room. Delicious. We ended our night watching our rented DVDs infront of a flaming fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen made us a really delicious Aussie Brekkie. Afterwhich, we headed to Healsville Sanctuary to see some Australian wildlife. Spent almost the entire afternoon there. Headed back for an early dinner at Credo for some simple aussie meal of fish and chips and pasta before we returned to watch more DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to return to Melbourne. Met up with Kevin's ex classmates for lunch at Caufield. We headed back to Seng Heng for their fried garlic chicken/pork with rice. Kevin had a tour of the campus again with two new additions, the new IT building and the multi storey carpark. We said our goodbyes and headed to Queen Vic night market. Bought some stuff and had a pretty good australian outback meal of Crocodile, emu, camel and Kangaroo meat. My favourite was the Camel meat, it was pretty tender. At night, we headed to Jiarong's place for Sam's 'SURPRISE' bday party. Our dear friend had to work on his bday, however, he kinda knew abt it when he heard a few of us fussing over the candles and the cake. But nevertheless i'm sure he had a great time. To kick off the birthday for him, we ended up in Crown. Cant' remember if he won $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and was almost late for lunch appt with kevin's FSV classmate's at Chapel Street. It was shopping after lunch. I really missed Chapel Street and all it has to offer. Each boutique is just so unique. And Yes, I finally bought something from Greville Street. My damages of the day were a pair of Grab jeans, a pair of Joe's Jeans, 1 mini skirt from an australian designer, and a QBF top. Kevin bought more, he bought a few shirts from several labels Tang and Co carries.&lt;br /&gt;The night was spent at Carilyn and Evangeline's new apartment on Elizabeth Street. It was their housewarming. Jeremy was invited as well and we had a good time meeting new friends and playing pictionary. We went for late night drinks at the Melbourne Supperclub where Tarn's bf works at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was spent shopping at Bridge road and Smith street. The shopping wasn't that great cept for a few good buys from Adidas, Nike and a couple more shops. By evening, we headed to the Melbourne Exhibition Centre for the Badminton Semi Finals. Because it was more of an Australian games, we didn't quite know whether Singapore made it even to the Semi-finals. Luckily for us, we managed to catch the ladies doubles semi-finals between Singapore and England. Singapore won. The interesting matches were actually from malaysia. They are really world class and as a Malaysian (then) I was proud to see them win Australia. After the games, we met up with Claire and Clifton at Greco's in Crown. It was nice to see them again and catch up. We spent about 3 hours chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Together with Sarah, Carilyn, Evan, Rachael, Jiarong, Kelvin, Si Tian and Yong Si, we took an hr's drive to Mornington Peninsula to pick strawberries.  The place is called Sunny Ridge. It's a small place but the strawberries were really delicious and sweet. I plucked the big ones and kevin plucked the smaller ones. Bought some jams and had the strawberry icecream. Yums. Headed to the beachside for fish &amp; chips. Headed back to Melbourne late afternoon to shop at DFO Moorabin. Again, bought more tops and belts. At night was spent eating at Greasy Joe's at St Kilda. Meal was good, burger was big, but I couldn't finish. The night ended with clubbing at Room 680. I finally after so long danced in Room 680. The place looks like an old warehouse, music was not bad, but the crowd could have been better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;26 March 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We went for the Table Tennis finals. We were in time to catch the ladies singles finals (SIN vs SIN). Lin Jiawei looked listless while playing. I could see her frustrations and irritation while playing the game. Zhang Xueling was obviously too good for her. The 7 rounds were exciting, but unfortunately Lin Jiawei didn't looked too happy winning silver. Too bad, better luck next time. The better matches were actually the Men's singles bronze match, between Wales and Nigeria. Obviously, we have not heard these 2 countries being good at table tennis, but these 2 put up a great fight and displayed a great game. The drama that enfolded during the match when Wales was winning really did a drastic turn for the Nigerian. Thanks to his broken bat, he pushed himself and came round to win the entire match. The India vs Australia match was pretty exciting too, of coz with the home crowd supporting the australian, he did put up a good game but still not as good as India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We met Peter, Pan and Christine for dinner at this steakhouse at Toorak Rd. Not too bad, but as usual it's too much. The rest of the night was spent packing the luggages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;27 March 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our final day to do any last minute shopping. We headed to the city to make final purchases for our family members. I also took this day to do some work for an upcoming event in May. In the evening, we met up with Carilyn, Evan, Sarah, Tarn and Dave for a game of pictionary, followed by dinner at Victoria Street. Left early to meet Sam, Rae, Kelvin, Si Tian to play poker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;28 March 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last day of the holiday. Did our final packing before heading to the city to return the car. Had lunch at Crown, followed by a last game of poker for Kevin. Arrived at the airport a lil late, the queue was extremely long. Everyone was returning after the commonwealth games. Reached Singapore at 10.45pm.  Back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There you have it. My summary of the 10 days I was in Melbourne. I should be heading back in May again but it would be for work. For Kevin, it could be a while later till he visits the place. Though the visit was pretty tight and tiring, it was nevertheless fruitful and enjoyable. A big shout out to Sam, Kelvin, Jiarong, Rachael, Rae, Carilyn, Sarah, Evan and Tarn for making our trip enjoyable and fun. Thank you for the company and I hope you enjoyed our company too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114412603368277215?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114412603368277215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114412603368277215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/melbourne.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114399875987480055</id><published>2006-04-03T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:25:59.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Melbourne 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pictorial of the trip, will post the entry tomorrow. Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/mel%202006-part1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/mel2006-part2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/mel2006-part3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/mel%202006-strawberry%20farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114399875987480055?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114399875987480055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114399875987480055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/04/melbourne-2006-this-is-pictorial-of.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114183304947587180</id><published>2006-03-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:50:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This week doesn't seem all that right for me. It's like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed everyday. It doesn't help that I'm not feeling all that well, with an irritating dry cough haunting me each every hour. It comes with an occassionally sore throat too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, work doesn't look all that good these days. I'm feeling the stress because of the amount of work waiting for me to do. One of my colleague has left and since I'm working with 2 major projects with her, I'm currently the only in charge of it. Till the next change in workplan, I'm really swamped with a lot to do. Though not everything is happening at the same time, but it's the bits and pieces of everything that irritates me. I don't quite know how to prioritise which to do first. Worst of all, I received bad news today about a certain project which meant to happen in late April or early May. It might now be postponed to late July. What frustrates me is the other party I'm working with. I feel a sense of stubborness in the other party, which doesn't quite wanna listen to what i have to say and suggest. Moreover, another person which I would like to rely on for leadership isn't all that co-operative too. I've been greatly affected by that. And since then, it affected my entire day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what is affecting me most would be the fact that a few more of my colleagues are planning to leave. They had enough of the company and feel it is time to leave. Each is planning to leave almost about the same time. Therefore, leaving me and just a few more colleagues to handle the team. Yes, we are hiring, but there's no leadership. This may sound like an escalated promotion for me, but it's not something I'm looking forward to, because honestly, I'm not confident to take up the position. I'm still learning and I want to learn more first before i take on a greater responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually thinking abt my job, I feel this isn't the job for me. Events planning and management is fine, but it's the policy writing that is killing me. Anyway, when one starts to dread gng to work means it's time to move on. I am feeling that. Also, I think it's the management, particularly, my boss who is a micro-manager who happens to be very old-school too. I feel the pressure... the unnecessary pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well... this entry is for me to vent my frustrations. 10 more days to Melbourne. Maybe that will lift my spirits a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114183304947587180?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114183304947587180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114183304947587180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-feeling-it.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114135776169756047</id><published>2006-03-03T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:49:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Days to Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay.. in a way I am looking forward to my long holiday at Melbourne. Why Melbourne AGAIN is because Kevin bought a couple of Commonwealth Games fixtures tickets (Table Tennis and Badminton). And so... we are counting down the days to return back to a very memorable place for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's gng to be exciting, there'll be a cultural festival in conjunction with the Commonwealth Games, day trips to the mountains, shopping, dining and more SHOPPING! Not to mention the magnificant Crown Casino awaits us too. Only pity is that most of my Melbourne pals are back in SG. Kevin's friends are still around but I guess it's a little different since I never really hanged with them. But there are still some people left and I really hope to meet them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, we have done up our itinery for the trip. We have allocated certain days just for shopping and this time.... i am gng to get something from Greville Street. I must and I will! Of coz we will be dining at our favourite restaurants and cafes, mmmmm, lygon st's  gelato, st kilda cakes.... etc etc etc.  We will be heading back to Olinda for a couple nights stay and to visit the parks and enjoy the pies and devonshire tea with scones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;While I look forward to my long holiday, I am not looking forward to the amount of work that awaits me when I return to the office. Just immediately the next day after I touch down, I have 4 days of meetings with several agencies, a website to work on, and a conference in April (guess where, Melbourne!) I dread it really. But too bad, I took my leave long ago, and no way is my boss making me cancel that, unless he reimburse my airfare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For the time being.. i shall spend lesser, eat lesser and work harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114135776169756047?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114135776169756047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114135776169756047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/03/15-days-to-melbourne-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114066721285712179</id><published>2006-02-23T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:00:12.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think im at one of those moments when you feel a little aimless in life. It's like u reflected on the past year and looking ahead in the new year, what have I achieved and what I want to achieve this year. By next month, it would be my 1 yr anniversary working full time. I wonder if the past yr had been fruitful and exciting or just mundane and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wonder what would 2006 be like for me. I dont think this is one of those new yr resolution entries. I'm a bit too late for that, but I do wonder if 2006 would be a good year for me. I wonder if I would still be working at SIF or somewhere else. I wonder if I would really make full use of my time and do something worthwhile like community service or join a new activity. I wonder if I would make the correct decisions. I really wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think life is gng to pass me by really fast and I'm not sure if I can catch up with it fully. Imagine, in 6 yrs I'll be 30 years old. Doesn't seem far away from now.  I wonder in 6 years would I have achieved something great in my life. Would I scale that corporate ladder and be successful, would I remain happy, would I even be in Singapore, would I be married? 6 years.... seems too short to achieve greatness. At the way I'm leading my life, I think i'm no where near in achieving anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would it be the time to start on a 5 yr plan, starting this year? For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. To be a manager by the age of 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. To earn a certain amount by 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. To be happily married by 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. To own my fav car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. To have travelled to some exotic destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. To have served the community through volunteer works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. To have lead a healthly lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. To have attained a Masters degree in Business or something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. To have a group of very close buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. To be contented in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looking at it... I dont sound very adventurous. I dont even know what I want and that's scary. At 23 moving on 24.... I feel I'm still a teenager clueless about my achievements in life. I wonder if it's still too early to worry about such things, or do I really have to start and plan my life till 30 at least. And after 30... I'll plan my next 10 years till 40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Financially, I should have a 5 years plan. I've been having thoughts on whether I should invest my CPF $$ . My mum is into it and it seems to be lucrative, kevin is interested and has decided to invest. I wonder if I should? I'm not that sort of person who's really into stocks and shares etc... but thinking ahead for my future... I should pluck up the courage and start young. Not that I want to dabble in shares now, but perhaps start educating myself on these various possibilites. Looking at what I'm getting paid and how I'm spending my $$, in 5 yrs i would still be a poor woman comparatively. It's a scary thought to look ahead and see the amount you need to save to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) Buy a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2) Buy a HDB/Condo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) Marry and start a Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4) Kid's education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5) Bills, Bills and Bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6) Retirement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7) Others (holidays, misc expenses, shopping, maintenance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gosh. Dont you think it's starting to get a little scarier and frightening to see how close we are to such realities in life. To think I'm beginning to adjust to becoming a young adult in my almost mid 20s, where I have to start thinking about my life in the 30s. Mid 20s is gng to be a short transitional period. It's gng to be tough.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114066721285712179?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114066721285712179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114066721285712179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114014136485066084</id><published>2006-02-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:56:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS not IN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hah it's 9.52 am and the mood in the office is GOOD! That's because the BOSS is not in. He's on a 7 days leave and he's somewhere over some ocean on his way to Eastern Europe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone came in late and we're just chit chatting our way in the office. Heh... ooo happiness. So from today to the 27th... the mood is gng to be excellent. I might just recover from my cough today! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lalallalallalllallala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114014136485066084?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114014136485066084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114014136485066084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/boss-not-in-hah-its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-114014085334884454</id><published>2006-02-17T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:47:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just for fun: Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, I got this from Debbie, it's just one of those perception test, where one thinks of me as what sort of a person, in terms of charateristics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So... be nice.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=missyg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=missyg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-114014085334884454?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114014085334884454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/114014085334884454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-for-fun-personality-test-okay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113999796590223840</id><published>2006-02-15T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:54:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's day - Our 5th year Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was our 5th year anniversary and also the internationally, commercially known Valentine's Day. 5 years together is indeed a long time. Half a decade. Imagine that. In 5 years, so much has happened, and it is a feat to still remain together for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It all started as a friendship that to me would not have developed to a relationship. But subsequently, after much interaction with him, feelings grew and soon you know it on Vday itself after receiving that long long letter and a little chit chat abt feelings, we got together at abt 9.30pm i think. And from then onwards, the ride has been interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We went through the army period, where the bf is in the army, and gf is studying. We went through the separation, where gf went to melbourne to study, and bf stayed on to work, we went through a yr together alone without families ard, where bf came over to melbourne to study masters and be with the gf. We went through separation again, where gf went back to sg for good, and bf stayed on to finish studies.Now we are going through our next milestone, our career, where both gf and bf are trying to carve out a successful career. In 5 years, all these happened. Of coz we had our disagreements, our quarrels, our fair share of wanting to end the relationship, but somehow we managed to pull through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These 5 yrs have indeed been an experience for me. I've learnt plenty from this and I grew up with this relationship. I hope that could be many more lessons to learn, life lessons that is. I hope I had been a good gf to him as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night, we celebrated our anniversary at Wild Rocket locate at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Hangout@Mt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hangout@Mt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Emily. Nice place, rather romantic too. As dinner was at 9pm, we had coffee at Coffeebean Boat Quay and exchanged presents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From Him: 1 Bouquet of handmade roses sent to my house, 2 Balinese Dresses, 1 Puma belt, 1 Fashion Assassin Black dress , Tiffany and Co ring and dinner at Wild Rocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For Him: 1 Photo montage with an attached card, 1 Pansonic MP3 player, and a choice weekend stay at either a SPA or Farm stay when we are in Melbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will post pics of the night later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Bf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's to a good start to our next yr together. Thank God for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/vdaymontage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113999796590223840?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113999796590223840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113999796590223840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-our-5th-year.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113999678910505277</id><published>2006-02-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:58:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was an eye opener to be in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Though it was only a short weekend work trip, what I saw was enough to have left an impression on me. The place is really different from Singapore; no tall buildings, traffic is madness, dusty, and old looking. It's what you see at old Malaysian towns. Lots of people walking around, lots of motorbikes, a lot of roadside food stalls, plenty of garment factories, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was there on a work trip to meet some cambodians my company had engaged before and the singaporeans living in Phnom Penh. It was more of a networking session. The Singapore Ambassador attended as well. Thought that reception was the main reason for the trip, it was the other programme that really made a difference for me. The 2nd day of the trip, my boss and I tagged along with the cambodians and their friends to this rural village called Ang Kor Borei - Takeo Province. It's about 3 hours drive away from the city, and it's located at the border of Vietnam and Cambodia. The purpose of the trip was to visit a primary school and distribute stationaries to over 450 primary students (grade 1 to 7). This school is located by the riverside, and unfortunately is standing at a location which floods for 6 months. And so, for these 6 months, the school children are unable to attend school. This left them 6 months for studies only, which to every educational standard is not enough. And so, the flood season has ended and now it's time to start school again. And so as a form of encouragement, the cambodians who have formed a NGO, decided to raise some funds to pay stationaries for these kids, so that they can start the new school year on the right note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was such a sight when I arrived at the school. The condition was definately bad. Bad lightings in the classrooms, dirty desks/chairs, most kids were in filty clothing and most had no slippers to wear. It was this moment, that I felt so blessed to have what I have now or being provided for. These kids have nothing to their possesion and yet most look so happy and contented. You should see the smile on their faces after collection their stationaries. Such delight was priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am glad and honoured to have participated in this project, because no way will you ever see such a thing in Singapore or even in Malaysia. Not even when you're a tourist in some 3rd world country. You have to be at the place to experience it. There's still so much more we can do for these kids. Such as providing clean uniforms, a pair of slippers or school shoes, lights for the classroom, and new furnitures. I salute the cambodians who took their precious time off to work on something that serves its community. How many of us are willing to volunteer such time and effort for our own? not many....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel inspired to wanting to help, in watever big or small ways i can. If everyone helps a little, the world would definately be a better place... a much better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/cambodia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113999678910505277?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113999678910505277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113999678910505277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/cambodia-it-was-eye-opener-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113952852618963101</id><published>2006-02-10T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T07:42:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before Cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep.. am at T2 typing this short entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In about 1 hrs time, i'll be making my way to Phnom Penh, Cambodia for my first ever work trip. Honestly, I am a bit nervous since this is the first time going to Cambodia, first time planning my own event overseas, first time flying with the boss.. etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just hope everything will run smoothly, I pray hard that it will! I think more imptly, I pray hard I can get along with the boss. I never really had this much interaction time with him and so perhaps the nervousness too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But oh well, need to be brave... Anyway, it's a short trip, I'll be back by Sunday afternoon. But it will seem a rather long weekend for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope to post pics when I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113952852618963101?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113952852618963101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113952852618963101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/before-cambodia-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113904797093905951</id><published>2006-02-04T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:12:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pics of CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/cny06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113904797093905951?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113904797093905951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113904797093905951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/pics-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113876454444054731</id><published>2006-02-01T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:29:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's my year this year, yup the DOG year. According to the 'feng shui' master on the Mediacorp CNY show, this yr aint a good year for Dogs. I think the funniest line was that he encouraged those born in the yr of the dog to bath more. ahah... that sounded just weird. I'm not sure if it's because this year is the fire dog yr and so we need to keep bathing to keep cool? Anyway, it's best not to believe such things; well at least for me I don't believe at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CNY 2006 has been a rather relax affair compared to past years. Things doesnt seem all that rushed and stressful. As usual, my family and I went back to Malaysia since my paternal grandparents are staying there. And so it's the time of the year that I get a chance to meet my entire family. It's a little different from the past especially since all my cousins have grown up. But there is this little cousin of mine (2 yrs old) who is bringing the joy and laughter in the house. I will post pics of him later. Wat's nice of CNY eve is seeing my neighbours playing with firecrackers. Em still quite clueless where they buy the firecrackers from. Malaysia banned it for several yrs, but somehow everyone is still playing with firecrackers. It would be nice to play with fireworks again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, like i was saying, CNY was a little quiet. Not many relatives came over to visit, I guess because of the long break, some have decided to come on day 3 when i'm already not around. Even till today I have difficulty remembering who's who, which ones are my cousins. But all of them seem to remember me. Heh... it's a good thing I guess. But of coz I received the same comments from them, "wah so big already ah. wah really look like ya mother, like sisters like that, wah when you getting married ah." the usuals. However, it's nice to see them, and seeing them making the effort to talk to me. I was kinda expecting to see some of my other cousins who are actually in Singapore, but they were unable to come because their father is hospitalised. it doesn't matter, some other time i guess.  Of coz there's no CNY if there's no gambling. Just found out from my dad that my grandfather knows how to play mahjong since he was in primary school! I also found out my cousin and aunt knows how to play too! Wat was lacking was the mahjong table. But we have agreed that for the next CNY, we will play mahjong haha. But for this year, we will still stick to black jack. The kids have always enjoyed blackjack. Some of them really do have the luck, every card always turn out so nice. This year, the adults joined in too and so it was more exciting to win their money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 3 of CNY, it was time to head back to Singapore. Evening was the time to meet my maternal grandparents and relatives from mum side. It was nice to meet them again too, only thing is I dont quite click with my younger cousins. I think it's the age gap; i'm the oldest, followed by my bro who's 17, and the next in line is primary 4, followed by primary 3, 2 and babies. I've always clicked better with my aunts and uncles. Again, CNY dinner was a rather quiet affair. After dinner, a few came over to my house for a little chitchat. I went to Zouk that night too for Paul Van Dyke. I was glad I went at 9.30pm coz at 11.00pm, the queue was freaking long! They had to stop people from coming in too. The dancefloor was crowded, and everyone was just pushing around. Luckily, the music was good and so it wasn't all that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now.... i'm back in the office and it feels like a monday. How nice if i could take these 3 days leave. I think it would have been worth it. Unfortunately, I blew 7 days leave in march already. Oh well, just gng to slack my way today, since boss aint around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, will post pics up later......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113876454444054731?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113876454444054731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113876454444054731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-chinese-new-year-its-my-year.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113642762175967099</id><published>2006-01-05T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T10:20:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Man Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For men to take note.. for the ladies to make sure ya man is really not a gay in the making...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Thou shall not rent the movie Chocolate.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Under no circumstances may 2 men share an umbrella.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be   legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. When you are queried by a buddy's wife, girlfriend, mother,   father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker,   you need not and should not provide any useful information   whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny   his very existence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Unless he murdered someone in your immediate family, you   must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent   without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is   allowed to call BULLSHIT. (Exception: When trying to pick up   a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister   is off-limits forever.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy   who's running late is 5 minutes. For a girl, you are required   to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on   the classic 1-10 babe scale.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Complaining about the brand of free beer in a buddies   refrigerator is forbidden. You may gripe if the temperature   is unsuitable.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. No man is ever required to buy a birthday present for   another man. In fact, even remembering a friends birthday is   strictly optional and slightly gay.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe that   your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should   you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex   with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at   your bachelor party.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. Before dating a buddy's "ex", you are required to ask his   permission and he in return is required to grant it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated   as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the   ability to pick a buffalo wing clean.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem--you didn't   see nothin'.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. The universal compensation for buddies who help you move   is beer.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. A man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend's cat.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sports event,   you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you   may never ask who's playing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her   whiny friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead   only if you'll be able to warn your buddy and give him time   to prepare excuses about joining the priesthood.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. It is permissible to consume a fruity chick drink only   when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered   by a topless supermodel... and it's free.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20. Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman   must remain sober enough to fight.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22. If a buddy is outnumbered, out manned, or too drunk to   fight, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the   last 24 hours his actions have caused you to think, "What this   guy needs is a good ass-whoopin", then you may sit back and   enjoy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23. Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while weight   lifting:          "Yeah, baby, push it!"          "C'mon, give me one more! Harder!"          "Another set and we can hit the showers."          "Nice ass, are you a Sagittarius?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice   of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you better be   referring to his beer.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;26. Never join your girlfriend/wife in dissing a buddy, except   when she's withholding sex pending your response.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;27. Never talk to a man in the bathroom unless you're on equal   footing: either both urinating or both waiting in line. In all   other situations, a nod is all the conversation you need.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;28. If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car,   you may not join him...too gay.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113642762175967099?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113642762175967099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113642762175967099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-code-for-men-to-take-note.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113637017413895935</id><published>2006-01-04T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:22:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to decide on my future now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HR communicated some new policies for the new year and it's not good news. Well at least towards the Employees benefit and welfare, it's really bad news. I have been contemplating whether I want to make another career move this year or next yr and it seems it more sense to do it this year than next yr because HR introduced the 2 months termination notice and reduced the no of days carried forward has been reduced from 21 days to 7 days leave. So we such policies, I think it makes more sense for me to quit this year than early next yr.  Sigh.... maybe it's a sign for me to move on. The management isn't all that good anyway and with HR becoming what it is now.... I feel... yea.. maybe i really shld move on. I never expect to make another life changing decision so soon, but perhaps it's better to be this early than later. Oh well.... I'll pray hard for a better job. At the way I see things now, I most prob try to leave in August and hope that some company will be willing to wait for me. I wonder if any company is willing to wait 2 months for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113637017413895935?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113637017413895935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113637017413895935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-decide-on-my-future-now.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113610542952710623</id><published>2006-01-01T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:25:41.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye 2005.. hello 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 01012006. Day one of 2006. Actually it doesn't feel all so special or different. It just feels like any other day. Perhaps now since ya working, you dont quite feel it.. coz to us working people.. it's the same everyday. Just work, work and work. Boring! ha! anyway... this year I spent my NYE @ Ministry of Sound. Let's just say I have mixed feelings for the night. I think the music was great! Darren Emerson rocks and so were the other djs of the night. The rooms were really cool and beautiful, especially the PURE room. I love the white beds and cushions, and of coz the constant change of lights. Studio 54 was nice too, with its dance floor just like Saturday Night fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i am very,very,very disappointed with how MOS managed crowd control. I think they shld learn a thing or two from Zouk. Because not only the queue was freaky long, but there was only ONE entrance to MOS. Zouk has 3, MOS 1. That's not good when you have hundreds of people queuing to go in. Not only that, their VIP/guestlist and re-entry area seriously need some rework. Zouk, you can just walk in with ya re-entry pass, for MOS, you have to wait. Wtf! We had to squeeze our way in, and shout to the bouncers to tell them we are the ones with the re-entry passes. Some idiots infront weren't and so the bouncers assumed the entire row are people who trying to get in free. Anyway, after 15 mins of screaming and shouting... kev and i managed to get in. Anyway, I dont think i wanna go MOS on special occassions. It's just madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I did have my fun and I guess so did everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/NYE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/NYE-MOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/nye-mos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/nye-mos4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/mos5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some thoughts about 2005. Too much happened in 2005. Both in Singapore and in other countries. Again natural disaster (Katrina, earthquakes) happened, we have the NKF saga which is still on-going, sg has our very own 'ray charles/stevie wonder', the hanging of the Australian vietnamese guy, Singapore did well in the Sea Games, and of coz a better economy pick up. To me, these arent' really the highlights of my 2005. My highlight would be my first ever FULL TIME Job. The year I really kinda grew up and be independent (financially). The year that I know I'm enslaved to the working world for life. Through my job, I've learnt new things and how to handle situations and definately people. I know how it feels to have a boss who is terrible and at the same time to have colleagues that I can get along very well with. 2005 was my embarkment to my career, 2006 might be the yr I truly find something I like to do ( or so i really hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 2005 was truly a yr many would never forget, because so many things happened. I feel that 2006 will be a good year, I just kinda feel the vibes about it being good. I wish everyone a great 2006, let us try to make 2006 as a beautiful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113610542952710623?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113610542952710623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113610542952710623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113579162932310508</id><published>2005-12-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:40:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pics.. pics... MORE PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hey ho! I've pics for X'mas. More updates later.. i'll let the pics do the talking for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/x%27mas01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/x%27mas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/x%3Bmas03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/x%27mas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113579162932310508?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113579162932310508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113579162932310508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/12/pics.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113530630987661027</id><published>2005-12-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:51:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X'mas and thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This Sunday is X'mas and i dont really feel it. Perhaps as you grow older, the less excited you get over such festive period. But then again, it might be the surroundings. Christmas isn't just about santa claus, presents, the christmas tree.. i think it's definately much more than that. The day Christ entered our lives as Baby Jesus, of coz there must be a greater meaning in Christmas. Perhaps it's the things i see around me that makes me feel X'mas isn't anywhere near. I dunno if it's just us being in Singapore or it's happening everywhere too, I feel sometimes people become the nastiest during festive periods. All that stress about presents, the lack of time or $$, being bothered whether people like the presents or not, what value shld u put on a present for someone. You go orchard road and u see hordes of people , but none u could see the spirit of Christmas. There's no Christmas atmosphere. This yr is just different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont quite feel it in my workplace too. Well, half of my dept is on leave. Those left are still nice but it's the boss. The boss killed it all. I wonder if he knows the true meaning of Christmas at all. The either of giving rather than restricting. He's one guy the whole dept really dislike. He calls himself a christian too.  I shall not discrimate further. But is actions and words... oh well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I shld be in a happier mood today since Company declared half day @ work. At least welfare knows we need this short little break too. I'll be on long weekend, so yep.. i believe I'll be a happier person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back to work now. Sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113530630987661027?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113530630987661027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113530630987661027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-and-thoughts-this-sunday-is-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113431927030843043</id><published>2005-12-12T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:41:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Zoukout 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have much time now to update abt the night at zoukout. But here are some pictures of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/zoukout.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113431927030843043?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113431927030843043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113431927030843043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/12/zoukout-2005-i-dont-really-have-much.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113342361176922768</id><published>2005-12-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:53:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Songs I'm into at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One good thing about having a MP3 player ard is that you get to listen to the songs u really love or dig at the moment. Kinda wanna share what songs i'm really into at the moment and surprisingly it ain't really RNB or hip hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First up: &lt;strong&gt;The Killers "Mr Brightside"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first time i heard this song was actually months ago when INXS was looking for their Lead singer, and one of the contestants did an unplugged for this song and it sounded so good. I saw the Killer's performances for the VMAs too, and it was fantastic. Thanks to YOUtube I found their MTV. Enjoy peeps, I simply love the tune to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzBCQwvaoVw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzBCQwvaoVw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next up has been around for a couple of years, but i still love the beat to this song and it helps with my gym workout: &lt;strong&gt;White Stripes: Seven Nation Army&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcTleYjsNRk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcTleYjsNRk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This song is currently being played on the radio stations and it's actually kinda catchy. The MTV is quite raunchy too. Check out &lt;strong&gt;The Sugababes: Push the Button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FU-_0IMokM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FU-_0IMokM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One more: &lt;strong&gt;Green Day: When September Ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im not much of a Green Day Fan but this song is actually quite nice. Most Live bands in Singapore are able to do a good job singing this too. Most memorable one would be at wala wala when the band sang when September ended and October came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALwvH-Bdj0U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALwvH-Bdj0U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113342361176922768?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113342361176922768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113342361176922768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/12/songs-im-into-at-moment-one-good-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113316684546216075</id><published>2005-11-28T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:50:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things are looking a little better for the coming weeks. At least I have some plans for the month of December. I think 2005 has passed by very fast, in lightening speed, and I think it's gng to go faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work has been the same as the past few months, a little boring but things are picking up quite a bit. There's a camp from 12-16 and it's a stay in camp. I'll be part of that camp, and so that whole week I'll be busy. Not that I wanna loook forward to that, but at least there's something to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of coz the other factors that contribute to a better december are the no. of activities available over the next few weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FEMALE Gorgeous Top 50 finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will be there to cheer on my colleague and partying again. But of coz i'll limit the alcohol intake. Haha learnt my lesson already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Levis Fashion Parade at Fort Canning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Freestylers are back. The last time I saw them was at 3 yrs ago? At some beer event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oi! Sleeping Beauty The Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is one of the present Kevin gave me for my bday. Came as a surprise because I thought we wont be watching any of the musicals happening now. I wanted to watch it last time, but missed the early bird specials. So this came as a surprise. Will be watching it next sat. It's gng to be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zoukout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup, it's back again. Time to tone up for that swimsuit. Hah... Hope the night will be fun. I guess the company seems good enough to make the night great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julius and Pauline's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is one of the couples from my RCIA group and it's their weekend. Right after the camp, on that very weekend, they will be exchanging vows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;X'mas 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah... the time of giving again. I like this season the most, 2nd would be CNY. I guess somehow I feel happy, not because I'm receiving presents but rather somehow u can feel the spirit of x'mas all around. I can't quite explain it, but it's a nice feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NYE 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Count down to 2006. Ha! wow...! just imagine in 4 more sundays, it's 2006. Heh.. well, I guess it's time to pen down those New Yr resolution. I believe I'll have a long long list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wat a december it's gng to be. Looking forward to all of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meanwhile, I'm listening to the music i recorded into my new MP3 player. &lt;strong&gt;IRIVER N11&lt;/strong&gt;. Kevin gave this to me for my bday, and it's really cool. Not only is it small, it's a necklace accessory, meaning i hang it like a necklace. It has FM radio and it's black in colour. I like it even more coz i can use it for my gym. No more hassel with the handphone hand set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will post pic of it another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright.. back to 'work'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113316684546216075?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113316684546216075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113316684546216075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/11/december-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113307222012226221</id><published>2005-11-27T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:17:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wat a Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will never forget Friday at zouk. It shld be considered one of the most memorable nights in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was the night I celebrated my 23rd birthday. The night was great coz the company was great and music was fantastic too. I guess it was a good night to really celebrate and have fun. I hope those who went had their fun and Thank you for coming. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To those who knew what happened to me, thank you for being there and taking care of me. It such things like this that you know who are your true friends. Thanks guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got to say a big thank you to my boyfriend too, for being patient and caring and ensuring I'll be fine. Thanks dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's definately a night to remember! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113307222012226221?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113307222012226221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113307222012226221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/11/wat-friday-i-will-never-forget-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113265089431213076</id><published>2005-11-22T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:14:54.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frustrated...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm feeling very frustrated now over something i feel.... i shldn't even be frustrated about. But i just can't help it feeling what im feeling now. I need to punch a pillow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113265089431213076?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113265089431213076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113265089431213076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/11/frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113230736840778958</id><published>2005-11-18T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:49:28.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate my office! It's so F**king cold! The average temperature is 19 degree celcius. How F**king low is that! It's like melbourne all over again, just without the fresh crisp air. I hate it! worst still, the office air is just stale. It makes me sick! I have a headache every day at a certain hour (i think it's 4pm onwards) and it's driving me nuts! My hands are numb, and dry!! No amount of moisturiser is enough! I hate it more so when it starts raining, Bishan is just so prone to rain... it rains everyday, this makes the temperature in the officer lower! Now being the time to clear leave, and so.. the office is rather empty, and when u dont have enough human warmth around.... it's cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate it!! i hate the blardy cold office! The office management is crazy... seriously... crazy! Make so cold for wat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come to think of it, i don't think this is the only place facing this problem, all indoor places in Singapore are F**king cold. It's seriously crazy how people need to turn the temperature to so low, as if it's winter. I know Singapore is a hot and humid place, and we need the aircon to cool us down, but come on, be realistic, how those cold countries can survive is because they have layers and layers of clothing to keep them warm, in Singapore, Nope..... we wear as thin as we can coz of the hot weather outside, and so.. when we are in the cold indoors, it's gng to freeze us to death! am i not correct! Are we all suppose to carry jackets wherever we go then? Take it out when we are outdoors and wear it when indoors? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nuts! really nuts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry... im just pissed, ever since i shifted to bishan, there was never a day the temperature was above 21 degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113230736840778958?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113230736840778958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113230736840778958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/11/cold-i-hate-my-office-its-so-fking.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113220062020985427</id><published>2005-11-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:10:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomnness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I lost the urge to blog. I dont think my life is that dull to have nothing to say, but I guess I've just lost that interest in just blogging. Maybe I dont quite care. Oh well.... maybe I'm just too lazy to blog. But I thought i've stopped blogging for a week or so, thought I'll just write something la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My weekends had been not too bad. Last Friday was fun. Everyone was at zouk and it wasn't pre-arranged, and it was nice to see everyone making friends with each other. The music for the night was fantastic as well and it felt great just letting loose to the music.  Most importantly I was happy to see Diana, Pris, Gracia and partying together. Love those girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My weeks in the office have been the same. Nothing much to do, just a little here and there. But I am glad, I'll be slightly busier in December with a stay-in camp coming up. After that, x'mas will just whisk pass us in a flash and soon u know.. it's 2006. Damm.. how time flies. It's scary. Really scaring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm just gng to blabber some randomn thoughts here, so mind me if i dont even make any sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Congrats to Australia for finally making it to World Cup, after such a long absence. Finally friends in Singapore who are interested in soccer can finally watch the world cup, coz knowing australia, they will only broadcast shows that have themselves in it (remember Miss Universe?) Oh well, good luck in Germany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;New Chill Out place in Town. In the Life! Section on the Monday issue, they featured a place called Balcony Bar; seeing from the pics, it looks like a really cool place to chill. The website isn't tat bad too. The place is located either behind or next to Marche and it's 2 storeys high. Upstairs is the chill out place, downstairs serves food. If im not wrong, it's 24hrs too. Shld go check it out one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watching Harry Potter next Tuesday! I've never been excited about Harry Potter movies, at least not for the last three. But I guess seeing from the trailers and the reviews, the 4th installment looks really good. I guess coz it's no longer the kiddy kiddy show it was, but a darker and more mature storyline. I guess, it's more exciting that this installment has more action too. Hence the excitement! I'm just hopping the local movie critics will not condemn this show as they do with alot of shows and give this show a nice rating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My wishlists for bday and x'mas are quite long. Shall list it out here coz I know I will not receive any of it this yr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;An Ipod Nano (Black) 4 GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;An all expense paid trip to either HK/BKK/TAIWAN for 4d3n to just shop and eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A new Laptop: my current one is dying on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Sony-Ericsson W550i - the MP3 phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or a Nokia N70/90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haircut-colour-highlights-treatment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A brand new wardrobe full of new clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Canon ixus izoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well at the moment this is what I can think off for my wishlists of which only a couple might be achieveable. Oh well... it's a wishlist, so I shld continue wishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113220062020985427?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113220062020985427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113220062020985427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/11/randomnness.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113128401283463345</id><published>2005-11-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:33:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Numa Numa Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been to the cinemas recently, you'll notice the latest "switch off your phone" clip with this chicken dancing to a song that has the words Numa Numa in it. Well, I found this clip super cute, I'm not really a sucker for cute things or animals or cartoons, but I can't help but love this clip. The chicken is the main character of the new Disney's cartoon, Chicken Little. Well, anyway, this entry ain't about that chicken but more about another video I chanced upon on my Friend, Diana's entry. It's this guy...who is lip synching the song, and i thought it was rather hilarious. So I thought I 'steal" the link from her and share if with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will provide some form of entertainment for you all. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma, Geneva, tahoma, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.michounet.com/fatman/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113128401283463345?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113128401283463345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113128401283463345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/11/numa-numa-song-for-those-who-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113073093017530593</id><published>2005-10-31T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:55:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Week of holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh.. if only i had enough leave, I would have taken the the whole week off, since it's just 3 days of leave. But nope, I have to b decisive about my leave, since i wanna take some just before and after x'mas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm bored at work hence this entry. Hai... I wonder if I shld change job. I know this is like really early to think about this, but i'm dying with boredom. I feel I can't put in my all where there is nothing to do. Sigh... and at the look of my new work schedule. My charges arent all that exciting as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean it is good to be paid to do nothing.. but not everyday. I can foresee me struggling to find things to do this wednesday and friday. argh!!! I dont want to think about next week or even till end of the yr. Oh well....... one day at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well.. the only thing I'm lookin forward to is lunch, there's a farewell lunch for some of my colleagues; today is their last day. So, on the menu are satay, salad, chicken curry, fishball, etc. At least lunch will be long and so.. the time will pass by fast too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;another boo boo of the day, boss was suppose to be on leave today, he decided to cancel his leave and now he's in the office. ARGH! disgusting. He has like 30 odd days of leave, and he still wants to cancel! wassup with him! And today his mood isn't all that good and so.. must be careful. My boss's mood swings are worst than us females. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway... it's halloween today. So happy Halloween to all! I want treats only.... chocos are the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113073093017530593?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113073093017530593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113073093017530593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/week-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-113038758083882399</id><published>2005-10-27T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:33:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Disappointing week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ye... not that there's not enough sad news around. I mean look at the world, we have natural disasters happening in the major areas, we have the dengue fever, and the new craze, the bird flu. Im wondering if mad cow disease will make its return again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apart from all things natural, we have the man made disasters too. The recent Bali bombing, and more car bombs and assisnations over at the middle east. The world is indeed in a terrible state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a personal level, I too have received sad news too or rather disappointing news. My dept just had a reshuffle of projects and I've been taken off a major project which I was actually very excited about. And this project was to take place in Vienna, Austria. Recently, in Elle magazine, a travel feature was done about Vienna, and the place actually looked really good. So cultured and rich in heritage. Now, no chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I received an angsty email from someone in Melbourne who refuses to co-operate with me and he still dares to point the finger at me and blame me on things that aren' happening. I have been very patient with him but he really abuses my trust in him. Even my big boss is in the loop in this. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I also heard news that RCIA might be organising a retreat on my Birthday. why??!?! Okay, to some it might not sound that bad.. but to me.... i guess i can rule out plans to celebrate my bday. Just spent it with church. But in all honesty, i am a bit disappointed that this year's bday wont be all exciting again. Maybe soon bdays are nothing great for me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's almost to the weekend. I hope the disappointing news ends here. hai.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess the only thing im looking forward to is next week's holidays. Thats the only good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-113038758083882399?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113038758083882399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/113038758083882399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/disappointing-week.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112962537004177294</id><published>2005-10-18T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:58:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listing my movie preferences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm quite bored at work now and so thought i do something productive by educating myself with the upcoming movies that will interest me. So here are some of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride and Prejudice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starring Keira Knightly and Matthew MacFayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;" Pride and Prejudice is a humorous story of love and life among English gentility during the Georgian era. Mr Bennet is an english gentleman living in Hartfordshire with his overbearing wife. The Bennets 5 daughters; the beautiful Jane, the clever Elizabeth, the bookish Mary, the immature Kitty and the wild Lydia. Unfortunately for the Bennets, if Mr Bennet dies their house will be inherited by a distant cousin whom they have never met, so the family's future happiness and security is dependant on the daughters making good marriages. Life is uneventful until the arrival in the neighbourhood of the rich gentleman Mr Bingley, who rents a large house so he can spend the summer in the country. Mr Bingley brings with him his two sisters and the dashing (and richer) but proud Mr Darcy. Love is soon in the air for one of the Bennet sisters, while another may have jumped to a hasty prejudgment. For the Bennet sisters many trials and tribulations stand between them and their happiness, including class, gossip and scandal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Summary adapted from IMDB.com, and written by DOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starring: Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"After causing the Oregon shoe company he works for to lose hundreds of millions of dollars, Drew Baylor (Bloom) is fired for his mistake, and promptly also dumped by his girlfriend, Ellen (Biel). On the verge of suicide, Drew is oddly given a new purpose in life when he is brought back to his family's small Kentucky hometown of Elizabethtown following the death of his father, Mitch, as it falls to him to make sure that his dying wishes are fulfilled. On the way home, Drew meets a flight attendant, Claire Colburn (Dunst), with whom he falls in love, in a romance that helps his life get back on track."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Summary written by yahoo.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North Country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starring: Charlize Theron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"When Josey Aimes returns to her hometown in Northern Minnesota after a failed marriage, she needs a good job. A single mother with two children to support, she turns to the predominant source of employment in the region - the iron mines. The last thing the miners want is women competing for scarce jobs - women who, in their estimation, have no business driving trucks and hauling rock anyway. When Josey speaks out against the treatment she and her fellow workers face it takes her farther than she ever imagined, ultimately inspiring countless others, and leading to the nation's first-ever class action lawsuit for sexual harassment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Summary written by yahoo.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starring: Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Rafi is a recently divorced 37-year-old career woman from Manhattan, and Dave is a talented 23-year-old painter from Brooklyn who falls in love with her. Part counselor, part Jewish mother, Rafi's therapist Lisa is gingerly helping Rafi out of her post-divorce slump and through the urgent alarm of her ticking biological clock. Although doubtful that Rafi's new fling is an appropriate partner in the long term, Lisa encourages her patient to enjoy it and have fun. But once Lisa accidentally discovers that Rafi's new boyfriend is, in fact, her son, Dave, she finds it increasingly difficult to act the good therapist while hearing intimate details of her son's love life. Soon, the secret is out and cultures clash, complications arise, civil arguments erupt and a storm of opinions swirl around the couple at the center of all this comic fuss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Summary by yahoo.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other movies in line and really anticipating for are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt; (opens 19 Jan 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starring: Zhang Ziyi, Michelle Yeoh, Gong Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaVinci Code&lt;/strong&gt; (Grand opening, 18 May 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Starring: Tom Hanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Producers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Starring: Uma Thurman, Nathan Lane, Matthew Boderick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112962537004177294?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112962537004177294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112962537004177294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/listing-my-movie-preferences.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112960497841455722</id><published>2005-10-18T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:09:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's Straits Times, there was an article on Singapore's Service Industry, namely customer service in the retail business. PM Lee ever spoke about the standards of service in Singapore and talks about who's the baddie (customers or service staff) have been around for awhile. In the article, it spoke about perhaps the person isn't rude or arrogant but perhaps the staff does not understand the language or articulate him or herself well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps language is a barrier and a challenge for most of our service staff who consists mainly of Uncles and Aunties. I would assume only a small percentage of these sales staff are English educated or are able to converse in English, whereas the rest, rely on the mother tongue or dialects, which to my opinion, does not serve well in the service industry if they are targetting foreigners. English being the main language in almost every country, it is crucial for sales staff especially to learn and converse well in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfortunate that not every educated person in Singapore would want to be sales staff, unlike in Australia (taking it as an example) educated students are rushing to get jobs at most of the retail outlet and they are proud to be working for them, even if it's like Kmart or Target. There might be factors that are hindering Singapore servive learning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Low Pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing it to Australia , despite high taxes, Australians or Casuals earn an average $12.00 p/hr and this is a minimum wage. Weekends, service staff might earn more perhaps up to $17 or even $20 p/hr. In Singapore, my knowledge is a sales staff could only earn an average $7 p/hr perhaps inclusive of CPF too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel Singaporeans being an Asian country posses Asian mentality such as pride or 'face' value and perhaps because we being the slightly more educated society, snobbishness becomes apparant. Thus, we such mentalities and arrogance in the air, how would someone (educated for that matter) be willing to work at a $7/hr (or even lesser) job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Degrading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned, Singaporeans can be quite snobbish and arrogant, and so to Singaporeans, we might think being a sale staff isn't all that great and something to be proud off. It seems Singaporeans embraces the sayin "Customers are always right". Ugly Singaporean syndrome seems apparant in almost every service line. Perhaps it is with this mentality that many sales staff feel ashamed of but because they need the $$, they force themselves to work but of coz with shame and no pride in the work they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Lack of Professionalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To me, in everything you do, you have to do it well, even how much you hate it. That's professionalism isn't it? And so the problem of Singapore's service industry could also boil down to the lack of professionalism. As mentioned, sales staffs feel degraded or ashamed and so this might lead to lack of professionalism. They do not put on that bright smile with sincerity and genuinity. I guess this problem can only be solved from Management. Management has to constantly train their staff, investment on the human capital is crucial in Singapore's context and so management's no. 1 priority should be Training for staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits are aplenty:&lt;br /&gt;1. Staff will feel valued as they feel the company cares for them and are willing to&lt;br /&gt;    invest time and money on them&lt;br /&gt;2. Staff will feel loyal towards the company and thus lead to better service&lt;br /&gt;3. Staff will be more well informed and educated about the products they sell. By&lt;br /&gt;     possesing good product knowledge, a sale staff would then feel more confident to&lt;br /&gt;     promote the product and will feel more accomplished if a purchase is performed&lt;br /&gt;     because of their good product persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By building service staff self-esteem and self-confidence, the results will thus lead to greater benefits such as &lt;strong&gt;an increase in professionalism&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;better customer response and feedback&lt;/strong&gt;, and definately a &lt;strong&gt;note-worthy mentioned&lt;/strong&gt; as being the company that has the best service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess the service industry can be regarded as a reflection of the human resource management of each company. I believe results will be fruitful if a company cares. If a company still feels sales is much more important than their employees, perhaps it's time to change that old school thinking and start moving ahead with the times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something must be done soon as the service industry is just too important for Singapore's economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112960497841455722?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112960497841455722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112960497841455722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/customer-service-in-todays-straits.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112928023536789476</id><published>2005-10-14T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:06:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colon Hydrotherapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been having problems with "pass motions" for several years. The healthy way for a person is to visit the toilet at least once everyday. Unfortunately for me, I dont have that luxury. Rather, if i can visit the toilet 3 times a week, I would say "Thank God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so over the years I have attempted on several remedies, such as fruits diet, taking cereal drinks (those loads with fibre), eat yogurt, drink LITE tea (meant to be for slimming tea) and recently acupuncture. Most don't work, but the LITE tea and acupuncture helped a bit. But the problem is that I dont wish to be reliant on these methods, because it's simply unnatural and of coz very costly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately, in a couple of magazines, the topic of detox was mentioned. In it they either teach you what you should eat to go toilet or several methods which are proven effective. In this month's issue of FEMALE, three methods were mentioned: 1. Fruit juice diet 2. Oral cleanser (water) and 3. Colon Hydrotherapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The third method caught my eyes. It states that it'll put a tube in and pump warm water into the rectum. The water will then flow out together with the wastes (hard ones too), toxin and trapped gas. This sounded something I really need. A full cleanse of my large intestines or colon area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This prompted me to research further on what is this Colon Hydrotherapy. After googling, I chanced upon a website that specifically breakdown the term Colon Hydrotherapy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are many parts to Colon Hydrotherapy which invloves several things. Of which one (I believe) was wat Female Mag was referring to, Colonic Irrigation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what is Colonic Irrigation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Colonic Irrigation using the gravitational method is an internal bath that helps cleanse the Colon of Poisons, Gas, and Accumulated Fecal Matter. Unlike an ENEMA, it does not involve the retention of water. There is NO discomfort, NO internal pressure, just a steady gentle flow in and out of the Colon. At the same time, an Abdominal Massage is given to stimulate the Colon to recover its natural Shape, Tone, and Peristaltic Wave Action. No other system can equal this process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is a Colonic Administered? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A person receiving the Colonic lies on a Special Colema-Board which is about 32" below the Temperature-Controlled water flow. A Sterilized Speculum is gently inserted in the Rectum. Water flow, which is always under the control of the Practitioner, flows into the Colon via a small water tube and out through the evacuation tube carrying with it Impacted Feces and Mucous. As the water flows out of the Colon the Practitioner gently Massages the Abdomen to help the Colon release its contents. It is possible to see this Expelled Waste Matter in the catch basin at the end of the process. The person is well covered and their modesty is given TOP PRIORITY during the procedure. The Colonic process takes about 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the benefits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Colonics offer relief from a variety of disturbances by cleansing the Colon of Impacted and Putrefactive Fecal Matter. Fatigue, Gas, Headaches, Irritability, Skin Problems, Cold Hands and Feet, Lethargy are among the problems people have found relieved by Colon Cleansing. Constipation, of course, is another as well as Chronic Diarrhea. Your sense of well-being is often dramatically improved with the Colonic Process or Colon Cleansing. You feel lighter, more energetic. The body can again assimilate food in the Colon and better defend itself against disease. Natural Peristalsis, Tone and Regularity are restored and many Serious Diseases may be averted through this gentle, sterile, scientific technique. Colonics are a key factor in the restoration of the body's natural balance or what we call good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any Side effects?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are no side effects. It is not uncommon however, for some people to start to feel like they have a cold or headache after a Colonic. Toxins which have been lying dormant in the Colon are now being flushed out and a small amount may be Re-Absorbed into the body's system. This healing crisis passes quickly and the person will realize a feeling of well-being with further treatments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would believe this will be a nasty operation. It might have promised painless treatments, but i'm sure pain will be there and of coz looking at the bag or tank with shit all around... shld be quite disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But looking at the benefits from this procedures, it does sound good. I mean... right now solving my constipation problem is key and I believe it's affecting me. It makes one more lethargic, more prone to diseases, perhaps even PMS. On another note, I might even lose weight but of coz that aint the reason for this. I believe it affects the overal health, the quality of the skin, perhaps every part of the body, because all the stubborn hard waste simply refuses to clear out and the toxin remains. As for the trapped gas, it might explain my bloatedness and frequent burps and trouble farting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a serious problem and it's been haunting me for years. I wonder if this is really the only way to cure my system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why relaying on LITE tea or medication from the TCM doctor is no good is simply because in the first place it cleanese the lower end of the intestine and does not clear the hard waste stuck by the side of the intestine including the upper area of the intestine. But Colonic actually cleanese the entire intestine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I would believe this will be a very expensive treatment simply because it requires a few weeks of treatments, twice a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For other detoxing methods (for those with not so severe cases) you can try just a fruit and vegetable diet. Remember to try not to cut the fruits up and leave it in the fridge before eating, it will lose all its nutrients. In fact, best way is to juice it and drink it immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For more information on Colon Hydrotherapy, please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma, Geneva, tahoma, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.curezone.com/art/read.asp?ID=65&amp;db=5&amp;amp;C0=818" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="fa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="fa"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112928023536789476?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112928023536789476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112928023536789476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/colon-hydrotherapy-i-have-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112917459577141946</id><published>2005-10-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:36:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In addition to my previous entry, I've decided to have 2 journals. One for general viewing, one for private viewing. Not that I have alot to say, but i feel certains just can't be said in my entries. Perhaps I just dont wish to offend or hurt others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blogger.com will be my general journal. Something else will be the private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112917459577141946?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112917459577141946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112917459577141946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-addition-to-my-previous-entry-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112899844221643976</id><published>2005-10-11T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:02:23.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like privatising my blog. Im not too sure if blogger has this function, but if comes worst to worst.. i'll shift my blog to another domain that has the privatised function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've been receiving unreasonable comments or insults but that only deserving people who respects my blog shld read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This entry most probably has to do with the word RESPECT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think the whole issue of respect is very important. See what no respect has led people to? In the recent case of the 2 bloggers who were fined and jailed because of their racist remarks on their blog and forum. They had no respect and thus led them to where they are. People with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; no respect also gets criticied because they end up being called rude, unfilial&lt;/span&gt;, not courteous, unfriendly, arrogant and egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when u have a group of people who has no respect for others... u get gossipers and backstabbers. In the end, a status of an innocent soul becomes a victim of this group of people's gossip and ill mentioned. Perhaps among themselves they dont have anything real to talk about, like, the recent bombing in Bali and its impact on SEA, the recent natural disaster that hit various parts of the world and it's impact or even local news about fear of terrorism, or even stuff like family values, work ethics, the economy. But rather than to talk about all these, people with no respect will like to take on the assumption role and just tell one another about someone else habits or character. But the funny thing is that it's only one person's views that spread like wild fire among the rest. This is what happens when u have a group of followers who just listens and agrees with whoever says something. I would like to call this group dynamics, because everyone suddenly is in agreement with each other. This will then lead to everyone having a similar impression of a particular someone whose thoughts might be true or might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the understanding of your fellow neighbours is so important. The virtue of "Love Thy Neighbour" is so simple yet so strong in meaning. Imagine if people respect each other, would we have hurt? Just because everyone is bitching about someone... it doesn't mean you shld bitch about that same person too simply because everyone is. A perfect example would be what's happening in the world now, If every country respects and love each other, you think wars and terrorism will prevail now? Or if everyone has respect for the environment, you think natural disaster will attack us now? Same thing for families, if parents respect their children and vice versa do you think families will break up or have trouble? How about between couples, if there's respect you think there's things like unfaithfulness? How about among a group of friends, do you think people will fall out with each other if all has no respect for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of "love thy neighbour" and respect may be very simple to understand, but honestly, it's the hardest to implement. We are too self-centered to even notice the other party or everything around us. Too self centered to bother whether we hurt the other party as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Black Eye Peas rapped it very well, "Where is the Love?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112899844221643976?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112899844221643976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112899844221643976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-like-privatising-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112892421961451697</id><published>2005-10-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:11:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You tube! Make your own MTV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has to be the best lip synching ever. Saw this on Keith's blog and thought I share it here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it for a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fgppf0abCQA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112892421961451697?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112892421961451697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112892421961451697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-tube-make-your-own-mtv-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112867651907502417</id><published>2005-10-07T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:15:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aint my business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess there are times in life where u have you really mind your own business. I wonder if i should do the same for myself? In a week, and something happened. No.. not on me.. but on people dear to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm disappointed at how things happened this way. I'm affected by both parties. Though I'm not the one directed on but I'm sure the impact on me is great too. Being a middle person is no easy matter. I thought I had to facilitate matters and I did but I feel I really shouldn't, simply cos both sides dont quite care actually. It's like they have the "take it or leave it" or " dont want.. then dont want lor..." mentality. I hate such mentality but I have to live with the reality of these minds. I dunno if this is called giving up or being petty. I guess I have no say in this though I am quite affected by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sad at how things have happened and fingers are pointing at every direction it can go. I wonder what happened to the foundation and the closeness? It seems like children playing and one day someone throws sand in someone's eyes and the person says.. "I hate you forever" and the child really hates the person forever just because of one act. Okay, I may be simplifying the situation (the situation is far worse). What I'm sadden by is the way how these people are taking it. It's like as though the use by date is up and it's time to throw away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do we have use-by-dates, that once times up... u just throw it away with whatever history both good and bad? Is it only with needs and wants should one's value continues and once that's gone... u throw it away as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm a little confused with the entire matter and how such mentalities work. I dunno if as I grow older I'll be enlightened or are these people just being foolish? Perhaps throwing away is a part of the easy way out... as part of the easiest solution as part of something convenient to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps it's pride too.... perhaps it's ego....perhaps it's selfishness. I dunno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;perhaps im not even making sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112867651907502417?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112867651907502417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112867651907502417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112867651907502417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112867651907502417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/aint-my-business-i-guess-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112842076915098193</id><published>2005-10-04T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:12:49.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/1600/wala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/320/wala1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; WALA WALA @ Holland Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather nice night. My day started at work feeling bored as usual, but thankfully it was my company's office warming cum sports day and so the day passed by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair appointment with Mahogany in the evening. The place was nice and posh, with tai tais roaming around the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair cut (it's much shorter) and treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at Killineys and headed to Wala Walas after to meet Kevin's friends. I'm amazed how popular Wala Wala is after all these years. Kev and I queued for the 2nd floor live band for like an hour. It was crazy. After everyone finally arrived, we headed up and squeezed ourselves to the bar to collect our drinks. The crowd was a mixture. There was young and there was the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was meant to be a match making night for Kev's friend. One of his friends was introducing her colleague to him. It was quite funny to see how he tried to make conversation and how we tried to make them stand and sit next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/1600/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/320/P1010002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it didnt look like they had chemistry. Anyway, the band for the night was good. Never realy knew their band name but they were good. The songs they chose to sing were fantastic. It's really a different feel to hear a song live and on the radio. I tend to enjoy the songs more when it's sung live and when the crowd is enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played Green day, U2, Maroon 5 and much more... good songs... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the after round two of the band, we decided to head to Breko for supper. I really love their toasties, it's sooooo delicious. Sinful... but yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with the guy not sending the girl home. Ha! guess really no Chemistry la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/320/P10100131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112842076915098193?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112842076915098193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112842076915098193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/10/wala-wala-holland-village-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112804769523926647</id><published>2005-09-30T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:15:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha this could be the best Friday ever for me in the office. I woke up late for work today and panicked... and so i rushed and reached work at 9.30am. To my surprise, half of my team was not even in yet, and my boss is on off-in-lieu. Ha! Good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent a good half hour chatting with my colleague, gossiping and all. Now, I'm just chilling, eating some cookies. In 1.5 hrs later, it'll be my company lunch, it's our office warming today, but we're celebrating at Swensens instead, since my office is in such bad condition (it flooded last week). After lunch which i assume will be for 2 hrs, I would have to hang in office for 1 more hour and then we're off to bishan sports complex for our sports day. Haah! But I dont think i'll be participating in any of the games since I have my hair appointment later in the evening. I just dun want to rush to bath and change and so i'll just go and be a cheer leader. ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be gng for my hair treatment today too at Mahogany Hair Salon. I really need a good treatment for my hair, my hair is so damaged that it's just too dry. Doesn't help that my waves are back and I'm back to looking funny. I'll be getting a trim and a scalp treatment as well. Hope the end product will be good. Will post pics later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess my night will end early today. Not much happenings for this weekend. Will see how. Ooo.. i'm tempted for Mahjong though, it's been awhile. will see....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112804769523926647?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112804769523926647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112804769523926647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-today-haha-this-could-be-best.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112783539878289346</id><published>2005-09-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:36:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/1600/weekend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/weekend1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112783539878289346?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112783539878289346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112783539878289346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112780741730891306</id><published>2005-09-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:52:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss MELBOURNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. i think i'm really too free at work or just cant be bothered. I've been surfing some fashion label sites and decided to surf the australian labels. After looking through Portmans, Sportsgirl, Supre, dotti, Kookai, etc... i suddenly felt.. i really miss melbourne and all it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the shopping. I miss bridge road, smith street (adidas warehouse), i miss DFOs, I miss Chadstone and i miss CHAPEL Street the most! Sigh..... greville street.... I've yet to buy anything from that street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the food! I miss Vic Mart's jam doughnuts. I miss Lygon streets ferrero roche gelato, I miss victoria street's vietamese noodles, I miss Toorak Rd's Pacific House restaurant, I miss Shark Fins House yum cha, I miss St Kilda's cakes and coffee, I miss Crown's $2.80 fish and chips, i miss the cheap dan dan mian store in China town. I miss the chocolates, sweets and chips (honey soy chicken!) oh ya.. and not forgetting Pancake Parlour and Juice boost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the weather, the nice chilly weather. The fresh and crisp air that just refreshes u each time the wind blows. I miss the culture and heritage and the laid back lifestyle. I miss walking along the yarra river, I miss the flames of Crown Casino, I miss the M Trains, I miss federation square. I miss the trams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I even miss school in Monash. I miss my friends, those who were with me during my 2 yrs there. I miss spending time alone with kevin and leading a perfect couple life. I miss playing mahjong with keith, sam and kelvin, I miss my howitt hall days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how in 2 yrs, infact even lesser, that would make me miss the place so much. I really dont think Singapore is boring but i guess the lifestyle was different. Perhaps it was a new experience, it was something refreshing. Life was good then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... i cant wait to return to melbourne to remember the good old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112780741730891306?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112780741730891306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112780741730891306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112780741730891306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112780741730891306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-melbourne-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112771704917665911</id><published>2005-09-26T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:46:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do list or wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...perhaps i'm just too free at work now or too lazy to start on any other work.. but i just thought of a wish list or to do list for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need a detox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I've been eating too much rubbish. Too much fried food, oily and seriously fattening. I reckon i have to return to my salad eating days to get rid of all these rubbish. I'm thinking of trying out TCM too, go for acupunture or something. You know, to let the chi flow better. Maybe through this detox I will stop feeling lethargic, look more refreshed and awake and perhaps become chirpier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to buy anti-aging products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate this but I have to admit I am growing old and now with work and less rest, I am growing older faster. The pain of every woman is wrinkles or anti aging signs. I can see how dull and restless my face is looking and I don't like it at all. Not that I want to look like those beauty queens out there, but I really want to restore part of my youth. I am currently researching on several brands but still undecided. H2O came out with a new eye care lotion, Biotherm looks pretty good too. Or perhaps I shld just stick to Loreal dermatology products. Eyes would be the no. 1 area I must work on. I have bad eye bags and puffy eyes. And it makes me look tired day by day. Something must be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though I've joined planet fitness for a few months already, but I feel i haven't fully utilise it and I've not worked as hard as I should be. I see many attending 2-3 classes in a row followed by threadmill and weights. Me... perhaps one class only or 20 mins threadmill and followed by a class. I wonder if that works. Sigh..... I got to start getting my butt to visit the gym more regularly. Twice a week isn't sufficient, given the amount of food i eat everyday. No wonder no weight is lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need new clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well not those casual kind, but more office attire and smart casual apparels. I look at my cupboard and I see boring clothes. perhaps I wore them too often and thus I deem them boring. I know this isn't good, but I feel I need to have a bit of everything in my wardrobe. And now.. what I'm lacking is a few nice tops (non-plain kind), a few skirts, a couple of nice-fitting pants, perhaps a couple of dresses (formal and semi-formal) and a couple of causal jackets. Sigh.... my pay isn't enough to feed me all these. But ye, perhaps one item per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, these are the few things I aim to achieve or want to do. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112771704917665911?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112771704917665911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112771704917665911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112771704917665911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112771704917665911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-to-do-list-or-wish-list-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112769914545139856</id><published>2005-09-26T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:45:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to say my weekend had been filled with little disappoinments. It was meant to be a good weekend, with activities filled up for the day and night. Let's recap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday: Coca Cola Presents Fashion TV Beach Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The event was CRAP! Bad organisation, bad design layout (cheap looking in fact), bad emcee, and seriously LATE people. Making this it's first ever appearance in South East Asia and on the island of Sentosa, wouldn't one expect the event to be quite fantastic and massive? NOPE! the whole place read "POOR QUALITY". Infact, I'm suprised to such standard of quality. The show started really late, i mean i know such parties never start on time, but this is show... started seriously late. The area of watching was small too. The emcee sucked. He doesn't know how to engage the crowd and even more kill time. Doesn't mean he's a pretty boy means he can get away with just giggling. I mean, if i'm the sponsor of the event, i'll be seriously pissed to see my $$ going to some lousy production's pocket. More so, the modelling contest had no substance. All the girls did was just walked up, posed and walked off. Three times for that matter, doing the same thing. One of the judging criteria was judging personality, so how does a judge score personality when the girls did was just walk up, posed, and walk off? I mean, where's the interaction? At backstage, the models were dancing to the music, and so.. why can't they do the same on stage. You know freestyle movement to showcase personality. I'm sure the audience would have like that better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... nuff said about this event. Disappointed. The only good thing that happened out of this event was the music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday: Starlight Cinema, Premier of Skeleton Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was actually looking forward to this particular show. It looked good on trailers and more so it was a premier, thus the excitement. The whole day seemed perfect and good, until the night where big clouds were covering the entire CBD area. So, it doesn't looked too good. The wind was strong and so I thought maybe it can blow the clouds to towards to east and leave us at the padang alone. But just when the show started, and i meant the very first second, it POURED! It's not even a passing shower type; it was a thunderstorm! Suddenly, you could see everyone running towards tents, shelters. Kevin and I decided to leave. Argh! What's up with the weather! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so my weekend. I hope this isn't an indication that my week will be as bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, will post pics of my weekend later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112769914545139856?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112769914545139856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112769914545139856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112769914545139856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112769914545139856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112745613654474445</id><published>2005-09-23T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:15:36.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A week of discovery and education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I co-ordinated my first ever visit programme in SIF. The delegates are from Bhutan, of which one is a Minister from the Ministry of Labour and Human Resource. The visit was meant for the delegates to understand a bit about Singapore especially in the areas of manpower, labour and human resource. So over the past few days, we visited the various statutory boards under MOM and various training institutes dealing with HRM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As much as the purpose was to educate and introduce the manpower policies and systems in Singapore to them, it was very much an eye opener for me too. The things presented and the current issues Singapore is facing were very much educational for me too.  After going through briefings after briefing, I came to realise one thing that every organisation should learn and that is constant training to the employees and also constant upgrading for management level as well. It is crucial to continuosly upgrade our older workers to new skills so that they can find jobs, but it is equally important to train our management to understand that changing times require new management skills and also the freedom to allow employees to grow and learn. Gone are the days of the authoritative figure. If one is too pampared to constantly rely on management, then one will not grow effectively and be adaptable to sudden work environmental changes. So do management, they too have to learn that their employees need the space to explore such changes and to react to these changes effectively and correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad to see how several agencies (both public and private) have introduced and emphasised the need to tap on our effective human capital. Human capital is the key resource of Singapore. And the issues we have today in Singapore are very much the problem of our human capital. We have a rising older workforce and lesser babies. More are moving out to Singapore to work elsewhere, and thus foreign workers are here to replace those leaving or those who deem construction, cleaning a low class job. This of course will lead to social problems and it ends up affect the people again. The whole cycle continues and the solution will be hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel proud in the sense that Singapore takes these issues very seriously and how such issues not only impacts the manpower movement but affecting the other parts of governance. Through this visit programme, I educated myself better to understand how certain schemes are there and what is being done to solve certain issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To be where we are after 40 yrs is indeed no mean feat. I guess, it only takes to see and understand such real issues that one will feel proud to know that at least things are being looked into. Whether they are solved or not is one thing, but at least it's being looked into and taken into serious consideration. It only takes a foreign observer to appreciate how things have worked so well for us. Perhaps imagine if we were not what we are, 40 yrs to built where we are now compared to others with long history, for them to reach where they are now did not happen in just 40 yrs. Though we may be small, though we;re easy to manage, but this does not present smaller issues or less important issues, the issues are still the same and perhaps in terms of ratio, our issues may be far greater worse than those of bigger countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For my delegates, I feel they have gained alot from us. I felt their sincere longing to understand the success we have gained over the years and that we are good examples for them. Like one agency mentioned, this period will be an exciting period for them as they have an open book for them to write about. and that is true, Bhutan will definately be a country to look out for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A bit about my delegates: They are very courteous people. Gracious and polite, patient and contended. Such simplicity and respect they have are really something we can learn from too. Bhutan is a country in between India and China and modernisation is something very new to them. They preserve their culture and community is still close to their hearts. They are indeed a country of preservation and of simplicity. I loved the way how soft spoken they are and how respectful they are. Indeed the buddhist teachings are evident in their everyday life. I feel honoured and priviledge to have met them. This week, though tiring and tough, i enjoyed the cultural exchanges and the meeting of new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looks like Bhutan would be a must-go destination for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112745613654474445?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112745613654474445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112745613654474445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112745613654474445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112745613654474445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/week-of-discovery-and-education-i-co.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112652166080744783</id><published>2005-09-12T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:41:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past two days had been rather fruitful, met up with old friends and attended a wedding I've been waiting to attend for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/9 Saturday: Kevin's Convocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has finally officially become a Masters Degree holder. I shld say his 1.5 yrs in Melbourne has garnered him tremendous exposure and experience, both good and bad (ie. Gambling in Crown) I'm proud of him, he has done well and I hope his hard work will pay off soon and that he'll find himself that dream job soon (ie. by 23 sept).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/9 Saturday: Clifton and Claire's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;They are finally married! They finally tied the knot! So happy for them, 10 years of courtship. The night was beautiful, and it was truly an occassion to be joyous about especially for their parents. I think they've been waiting for baby dragons for a long long time. It was also a night of meeting old friends and friends i met in Melbourne. It was indeed great to see all of them again. It is indeed the rarest occasion to see everyone in the same place. Claire looked stunning in her dress, I have never seen her in a dress before actually. Clifton as usual looked suave and charming. Here are some pics of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/320/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;11/9, Sunday: Holy Cross Feast Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's actually Holy Crosses 25th Anniversary too. I shld say feast days always excites me, I guess it's because we see everyone in church for more than 1 hr and that there's fun, laughter and community spirit in the air. My day started out rather early. Had to mend the RCIA store at 8.30am. I had a hard time waking up for that. It was rather early for curry chicken, but I shld say my group was rather enthusiatic abt selling curry. We had mascots, promotional materials and real life testimonies. Wont' say much... there are some pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/feastday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/feastday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/633/346/400/feastday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112652166080744783?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112652166080744783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112652166080744783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112652166080744783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112652166080744783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-weekend-past-two-days-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112625612127029246</id><published>2005-09-09T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:48:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The person to made me wrote this entry made me delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was a true and frustrating entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112625612127029246?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112625612127029246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112625612127029246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/person-to-made-me-wrote-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112558348840380133</id><published>2005-09-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:04:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d720b3127cce939f8e64947900000016108AatXDRi2YtC"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d720b3127cce939f8e64947900000016108AatXDRi2YtC" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My New Haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup.. as promised my new hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I actually have bangs! hhah... luckily it's layered and not those china dolls kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nice? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112558348840380133?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112558348840380133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112558348840380133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112558348840380133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112558348840380133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-haircut-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112556838353091462</id><published>2005-09-01T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:53:03.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm @ BISHAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh... I'm at Bishan. 3 days leave just pass me by just like that! Hai.. i just dont understand why work can be so slow and when it's fun... it's so  FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, SIF has moved to Bishan officially and my work place is seriously small. It's really a downgrade of space for me. In Park Mall, I had the freedom to swivel my chair around moving from one table to another, here.. I dont think my chair can even move out of my cubicle. I knew there would be a downgrade in space, but i never knew it would be this small and congested. I guess it isn't all that bad for me, but for my colleagues who have accumulated stuff + rubbish over the years, they are having difficulty to make and find space to store their stuff. On the outside, the office looks pretty good, nice and bright. Inside.. hahah different story. Maybe it's just me, but i really prefer a pretty office than a practical looking one. haha. Anyway, I'm gng to decorate my table soon. I'm gng to pile it with pictures, decoratives and whatever I think will make my place feel more homely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually Bishan is okay, i mean there's a shopping centre just downstairs, there are alot of food outlets around, lots of snack outlets too, cheap and good food around the area, MRT station just downstairs. I wouldn't get caught in the rain coz from the moment i alight, i'm sheltered all the way. I guess it's like Seagate days maybe just more convenient. I guess the downside would be having more travelling time (from home, to orchard, to gym, to home) oh well... more money spent on travelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay for other news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentosa was nice. Finally made my way to KM8 and it was really nice to sip&lt;br /&gt;cocktails by the seaside soaking in the seabreeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Japanese friend has lost so much weight! Goodness, and she said it's coz&lt;br /&gt;of stress at work. Poor girl. I'm glad she's enjoying herself in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;She's enjoying soaking in the culture and the food of course. I told her she'll&lt;br /&gt;definately put on weight when she returns to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cut my hair. Yep, I finally decided it was time for a really different&lt;br /&gt;cut. I went to Xpect studio, a place my friend recommended and it's actually not&lt;br /&gt;too bad. The owner has won several prestigious awards and he looks rather funky&lt;br /&gt;himself. My hairstylist wasn't all that bad too. She really did cut off a lot of&lt;br /&gt;my hair which actually got me a little worried, but it turned out okay. I cut&lt;br /&gt;off my length and fringe, it's much more layered and textured. Literally I've&lt;br /&gt;waved goodbye to my rebonded hair. Next on the line, hair treatment then hair&lt;br /&gt;colour. I'll post up a pic of my new hairdo later when I return home. I think&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, and some said I look younger, so you judge for yaselves later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My weekend is gng to be hectic but i'll leave that to later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112556838353091462?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112556838353091462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112556838353091462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112556838353091462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112556838353091462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-bishan-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112496183057923446</id><published>2005-08-25T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:24:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day of Packing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I really can't believe we're really moving. Next week this time, I'll be NOT IN PARKMALL but in BISHAN JUNCTION 8! argh! yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine that the usual time waking up would be the time I'll be standing at the MRT station waiting for the train. The only ever good thing out of this is that I get to have a seat throughout my journey to work, since J.E is the first stop of the route. Heheh revenge! I'll be stealing the seats from those at Bukit Batok and Chua Chu Kang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is packing day and so is tomorrow. Since I'm one of the newer kids on the block, I have one of the least to pack and actually at this very moment, I'm actually 3/4 done. I've left whatever essential things I need for tomorrow before I pack everything away in the boxes. Surprisingly during my 6 months stint... I actually accumulated alot of of rubbish ie (papers, papers and more papers). Anyway, tomorrow is gng to be boring, they're moving the server to the new office, that means I will not have any Internet to surf or MSN to chit chat or even Class 95fm to entertain me. Oh no.... boring friday. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I still can't believe next week I'll be at Bishan. Imagine only having junction 8 to entertain me, shopping, eating.. will all be in this shopping centre. Sigh.. I'm already missing orchard rd and plaza singapura. Soon travelling to the gym would be longer and now I'm really unsure if i can really make it for the 7.30pm classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be looking forward to my super duper long weekend or for that matter my holiday. I managed to claim 1.5 days off for next week during the closure, and use 1.5 days leave for the remaining days. The week is gng to be rather exciting and fun. Let's see what's planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Gracia's Bday&lt;br /&gt;Sat: BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Rest + Gym&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Gym + Outing with Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Bringing my Japanese friend to Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Perhaps lunch with Jap friend, Dental appt, RCIA&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Back to work, unpack stuff, and bore myself at Junction 8&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Looking forward to weekend&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Watching play "Second Link", dinner&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: dreading Monday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, quite a week to come. I'm looking forward to the visit by my Jap friend whom I met in Melbourne. Sweet girl.. really sweet girl, so nice and so..polite! It's gng to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...... i actually still have alot of things to bring home especially the catcus farm. I really dunno how to bring the whole pot back. I think I'll drive to office this saturday to collect it back. It's gng to be so funny carrying the pot area. People carry flowers, I carry catcus. Hhahaah... anyway, my catus looks like its gng to die, perhaps its the lack of care and lack of actual sunlight. Hopefully after i transport it back home, it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can finally decorate my own table once I'm at the new office. Personalised it with pictures, nice lil decors and a mirror so that I can see if anyone is staring from my back, or to see if boss is coming ard my area soon. This time, my back will be facing walk way and so I cant see who's walking pass me and now the boss is sitting really near us. So much of freedom. haha. Oh well. I really hope the new office's design will be nice and impressive. I really dont like offices that look old or messy, it just doesn't reflect well on the company's image. From the designs, it still looks okay, but i wonder whats the colour scheme gng to be like. Oh ya, one other bad thing about the new office, the toilet is outside. Oooo hideout for peeping toms. oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... i think i've bitched enought abt my new office. I shld have some positive thoughts towards it. hai... cannot leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112496183057923446?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112496183057923446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112496183057923446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112496183057923446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112496183057923446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-of-packing-sigh-i-really-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112469108409045580</id><published>2005-08-22T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:11:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would say I had a rather relexing weekend. I dont remember sleeping so much over the weekend since kevin came back. Not that Im complaining, but it's always nice to have the weekend to myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didnt do much on Friday, besides having our company lunch at Sofra (which was not too bad) and accompanying a Japanese delegate to MTI and EDB, my evening was so so, the day ended with supper with kevin at The Prate Cafe next to the old SMU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday, I had to wake up early for a meeting in Church. It was short and sweet, ended within the hour and I was home in no time. Had my share of beehoon from Ghim Moh and then watched some tv and then... the bed calls on me once again. Hah.... napped for like 3hrs. SHIOK! Headed out after my nap, attended mass and then went off to catch THE MAID by Kelvin Tong. Good movie.. a really good movie.  I must say i'm really happy and proud to have watched the show. It has the flair of a Singaporean show but yet it has the spooks of any of the other international scary shows (The Ring, Ju-on). I like the storyline, intriguing and it has a good twist at the end. Kudus to Kelvin Tong. I give him 3.5/5 pts. Go watch this show peeps... the retard in the show is pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday: slept in a bit more than my  usual sundays, since i attended evening mass on sat. Went for the sharing, followed by a not so nice lunch at clementi, and then badminton with kevin at Clementi sports hall. I had a horrible game, it's like suddenly i forgot how to play badminton. sigh. Anyway, after the game, hanged ard with kevin for awhile, then went home and rested the rest of the day in the cool weather! Spent my evening watching television and the night watching the national day rally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep, overall, it was a relaxing weekend. I'm glad. Anyway, here's a collage of kevin and myself at Newasisbar 2 weekends ago. Lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d600b3127cce93c1cd1b097c00000016108AatXDRi2YtC" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112469108409045580?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112469108409045580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112469108409045580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112469108409045580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112469108409045580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-weekend-i-would-say-i-had-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112433572641861232</id><published>2005-08-18T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:28:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moody... moody... MOODY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow I dont like this week at all. I had my hopes high that I could finally possibly get a MC on Tuesday. I had a dry throat on Monday and by night there was a slight pain and so I thought.. hey... not bad... I can take MC on tuesday and not go to work! ehehhe... but then Dad gave me some chinese medicine and I was okay the very nice day! ARGH!!! and so... i dragged myself out of bed and went to work. Since then, I was really hoping and praying I'll fall sick so I can just take 2 days MC and have a good rest at home. But no...... somehow my body isn't reacting well with the viruses surrounding me. I'm suppose to be infected... since 3 of my colleagues surrounding me are all not feeling well. We have on the menu, fever, sore throat, cough, and flu. I have NONE! wah liao! In addition, my bro is sick too and so... I shld be SICK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work has been boring lately because of the lack of projects for the rest of the yr and thus I really think im wasting my life away at work, staring at my email acct with just 1 or 2 mails every other hour.  And it's not I have plenty of leave to utilise, therefore MC is the best way to stay at home and just SLEEP!  argh!!! frustrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, i cant fall sick coz I have do accompany some Japanese delegate to visit MTI and EDB for one of our visit programme. ah.... another frustrating note, i have to wear formal tomorrow, ON A FRIDAY!! I think what i would hate most is that i have to PR for a good 4-5 hrs. Not good.. not when im this moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, at work now... time is passing slowly as usual. I'm contemplating whether to go gym later or not. I'm wondering, has gym done any wonders for me. I still feel fat and look fat. Sigh and more so, I keep telling myself to cut down on my food intake, but i cant seem to stop that big appetite of mine. Today, in the URBAN supplement, they did a feature on female celebrities losing more weight to gain more fame. After I read what they eat for the day, I ask myself, why am I not as slim as them! They eat as much as I would, more so, coz they eat fried food too. So I'm here... trying very hard to just stick to 3 meals a day, howcome I feel im putting on more weight!!! i'm disappointed with myself. Maybe I shld really try 2-3 classes in a row. Maybe then.. i can burn away more calories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually, I'm in a very bitchy mood now. I just wanna bitch abt everything. From those bukit batok people stealing my Jurong east mrt seats to my boss's fakeness to how blardy cold my office is to how irritating it is to walk to the mrt station to my outburst of boredom to practically everything la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im not in my usual chatty and happy mode. I want the weekend to come soon!!!!!! COME SOON SATURDAY AND SUNDAY!!!! MONDAY... dont even think of coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112433572641861232?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112433572641861232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112433572641861232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112433572641861232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112433572641861232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/08/moody.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112418535688359511</id><published>2005-08-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:42:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;First ever SEXPO in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is Singapore ready for such an event? TODAY wrote an article announcing that Singapore will have it's ever first SEXPO, following the likes of the SEXPO in Australia. I have been to SEXPO Australia 2004, and I really dunno if Singaporeans are ready for this. There were strip dancing, photo taking opps with half naked women, $2 peep shows, whipping and more. Hmm.. imagine that in Singapore for everyone to see and at a fairly reasonable price of $8 for under 21 and $14 for above 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The organiser also called SEXPO calls this event an educational event with the Health element as an angle they want to use as the approach. There will be exotic dances, sales of adult sex toys, talks on sex positions and etc... Interesting I must say, refreshing as well. But honestly, what will the responses be when the event really happens. Kids are thought on abstinence of sex and the various sexual diseases, which of coz is a good thing, but in the first place, will parents allow their kids to attend such an event? The recent hooha about the Adult Sex shop in one of the heartlands has erupted several mix responses, mainly on parents not allowing their kids to look or even go near the shop. At this event, kids are gng to be exposed to more than just sex toys, they are gng to be exposed to the whole topic on SEX. Are we ready for such openess? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In Australia, people dont care about who goes for SEXPO, to them, it's really some health and lifestyle show. In Singapore, being the "must have face" mentality, would people want to be seen in such an event? Are we only gng to see sleazy old men gng there to meet those exotic dancers or some young punks gng there to be amused and amazed and even be mesmerised with what is in store for them when they're legal? What would the SG government say? The Strip show Caberat caused a stir as well, no one was ready for half naked women, even if it was in the name of ART. Are we even ready for the need for SEX education, whether it's abstinence or enhancements? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For sure I would really wanna see who will attend the event, and also how they will make the whole setting, red light district kind, or the happy friendly schooly environment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe Singaporeans are ready for such openess, such reality, such facts and such admittance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112418535688359511?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112418535688359511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112418535688359511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112418535688359511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112418535688359511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-ever-sexpo-in-singapore-is.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112408115803464575</id><published>2005-08-15T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:21:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back @ Blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really lazy to blog. By right till date, I shld have written many entries, coz several things happened, but then, i'm just too lazy. To the benefit of those who are "kaypoing" on my life, here a short recap on what my life over the week of so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISS: 4-5 August 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1.5 days event has finally ended!!!! That whole week before the event was slightly hellish, but luckily I had a supportive team (my manager, 2 POs and a couple of Temps), things worked out fine. Stayed in office till midnight 2 days straight. It was nuts, but the pressure and stress were good. Suddenly time was not enough, and the event was drawing closer and closer. This event, though technically my 2nd major event, was by fact my biggest event. I can still rem how my manager told me the scale of how this event would be. I liked the challenge, and I have really learnt alot through this whole ordeal. The idea of controlling temper, stay patient and positive, all these values were standing before me. My first taste of REAL PRESSURE. Loved it and missed it greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was held at The Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel, and about 440 students from all the Tertiary schools, a few JCs, some Polys, quite afew ITEs, and a good number of International students from a good mix of countries, turned up for the event. My initial thought would be, will these students engage in any discussions with the speakers, I for sure never did once tried to attend a conference or symposium. And if i had too, I would be falling asleep. I know, I'm not a very good student. That is why I was so amazed at these students, the kind of questions they asked and the amount of general knowledge they possess and most importantly, their desire to be heard. I salute each and everyone of them. It's amazing how attentive these students are. If only I was in the discussion rooms, I heard the exchanges were even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped the symposium was a success, to me it was, boss didnt say a word of complain, sound system, visual and lightings were good and alright, food was good, speakers were on time, I guess... the event was definately a success. :) hope it will reflect well on my "report card" end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue with Leave @ work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 1.5 days annual leave, Monday(PM) and Wednesday. I thought I should have the break, since it was a long weekend kinda holiday, with NDP on the tuesday. I was suppose to be on Full Day leave on Monday, since I had planned to take off-in-lieu in the morning for working on the Saturday before. But dear boss decided to change it to the 29th, coz we're shifting. To cut the story short on this, basically, we're moving to Bishan junction 8 between 29-31 Aug. Rather than declaring office closed on those 3 days and giving us 3 days off, management or rather my boss has strongly encouraged (could say it's complusary too) to use our leave or time offs instead. It's a bloody entitlement.. and now im forced to take leave on those days. Because I became a perm staff in June, I dont get the full 21 days leave. Pro-rated from June, I have technically 12 days leave, of which i used 1.5 days and now I have to use another 2.5 days, I'm really left with nothing much to use on. This is really F**Ked up, seriously, moving office was never my concern, it's management's idea of saving money, so why shld they take away our entitlement. At least I have some leave left, those who joined later, they have nothing more to use on, is that fair? Worst still, other depts seem to have a choice on whether they will agree to use leave, my dept... no way.. either u take leave or u come back to office and help move stuff. Wtf! Honestly, this is no welfare... human resource dept needs to retrain themselves... THIS IS NOT WELFARE! anyway, I really dont have much of a choice. oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dim Sum Dollies: 8th August 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I treated Kevin to Dim Sum Dollies, you can consider it as one of the bday pressie I bought for him. I was so glad I decided to purchase the tickets slightly earlier, coz the place was packed! We watched the very first Dim Sum Dollies, and we loved it, I know for sure Kevin loved a couple of the songs then. So I thought, since we missed out their 2nd performances at the Esplanade last yr, this yr we had to go. The show was not bad, a good 2 hrs of laughing. However, i dont think it's as good as the first one, heard some people say it's not as good as the 2nd one too. But still... they did put up a good performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Selena Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as usual, did spectacularly well in her Stand-up comedy segment. Her comment on elections, heh.. quite funny, since she turned legal to vote, she has never once had the chance to vote, and she's been desperately trying to vote, she is contemplating to move to an opposition party's elected district so that she can vote when there's a contest. Heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pam Oei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she's solid as well, Loved her "love song". Lookin at her was enough to laugh at. And she's really good at accents. Her indian accent was..."superb' (action: shake head like Indian). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emma Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not too bad, but honestly, I dont see her as a comedian, I mean she's good at what she does, but just not comedic enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hossen Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he's the best. They made the right move to have him as part of the crew, he's roles added the additional laughs to the whole show. Love him when he plays women roles.... hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What was really good was the 3 mini dim sum dollies. They are sooooo cute, especially the eurasian girl, she's utterly adorable. I am very sure in 10 years down the road, she's gng to be so damm gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Overall, my verdict for the show, 3/5 ... worth watching... maybe just not worth paying that much to watch, especially now there's no more discounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NDP@ Marina South, 9th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singapore is 40 this yr and so celebrations in Singapore was MASSIVE. Actual parade is at the Padang, the place where Singapore was declared an Independant country, 3 other parages and celebrations at 3 different Heartlands, Jurong East, Yishun and Tampines, and a huge celebration at Marina South. Kev and I decided to head to Marina South for the celebration. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kevin wasn't that keen initially&lt;/span&gt; because it was far and transportation will be a hassle. But I dragged him there nevertheless. We walked ard the carnival area first, and of coz our first stop was the food area. Kevin wanted to head to the local brands area first coz he thought they might be givin out free samples. Well, there were no free samples, but ended up buying magazines, coz they were giving away goodie bags, which of coz attracted Kevin to buyin it. After we ate, we headed to the main concert area to watch the parade, we managed to find seats on the stands, so that wasn't all that bad. The air shows are always a highlight, the f16s, the pumas, anything up there were really good. The show was so so, the usual things la, but somehow it's only national day that you feel patriotic. Especially when the national day songs were sung, somehow &lt;strong&gt;Stand Up for Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; become the no 1 hit or &lt;strong&gt;Count on Me Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; was the favourite KTV song. I do feel proud to be part of Singapore. In 40 yrs, we really have acheived alot. Though the reason may be that we are a small country, hence easier to manage, but the leadership was correct in the first place. Our leaders had the vision and implementation of the vision was consistent throughout. For that, I really do salute the Singapore government. I do sometimes wonder would Singapore achieve so much and be a world class city if we had a change of government. If there was a change, what would Singapore be now? Honestly, I dare not even think of it, simply because we really have achieved alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The fireworks as usual was spectacular. This yr was better because it was longer and much nicer. Loads of money spent on this, but Im sure every Singaporean deserves this. It's our bday anyway! Best of all, Kevin said he was glad we went for the celebration. heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d635b3127cce932416af8a2900000016108AatXDRi2YtC" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, I shld stop my updates to here first, quite a long read I know. I will continue on later about the rest of last week... till then.... CIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112408115803464575?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/feeds/112408115803464575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6438303&amp;postID=112408115803464575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112408115803464575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112408115803464575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112282194271982811</id><published>2005-07-31T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:59:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry folks, for the super long delay in updates. For a while I really found no meaning in blogging, maybe coz im bored of just typing out abt my daily life. You know, where you realised you dont really have much to talk abt anymore. But anyway... kevin has been bugging me for an update, so finally I decided to give an update today since I'm slightly more free and not that tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Worked had been piling up, my major event is happening this coming thurs and fri, and therefore, alot of arrangements and last minute things to do. But it has been rather stressful, especially when things are not going your way or how it shld be going as compared to past years. We only confirmed our GOH on Thursday and we still lack special guest speaker and a couple of slots. It's really crazy to have such last minute notices and arrangements. I seriously hope the event will turn out well eventually. But as a first major event for me.. it can be rather demoralising to see things not gng as smoothly as it shld be. Or at least we do not need such pressure and stress level over such things at this stage. But oh well.. the show must still go on, and this week it'll really be a "give it ya all" week. I'm glad to have gotten help from the temp staff, if not I think I would have died doing everthing on my own. I'm glad my Manager has been patient with me as well, and that she is really one cool lady... no sign of stress from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually, did quite alot of things over the week.. maybe coz of the time, I dont think I can possibly update on everything. But here are some highlights of the 2 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Last week, I met up with Janelle, Jon, Charms, Jason, Oaky, Gerard and Alvina. It was nice to see them again, this time as working people. The topics we talked about were slightly different, how's work, pay good or not... etc etc etc. I'm glad to have met them, seeing them did bring back memories of Melbourne. We all MISS melbourne so much. Janelle came back for a short break, I believe she's back to Melbourne for work now. Lucky girl, she cont working for her australian company, and they are paying her well. It'll be good exposure and experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I attended Hao's bday party too at grand copthorne waterfront hotel. As usual, there was loads of booze, and the bday boy and his best buds (aka J5) got really drunk. It was rather hilarious, but not so too... coz bday boy got a bit too violent and vulgar. I think he scared his gf off.. hehe.  Anyway, we made so much noise, the security guard and management came up. They literally stood outside the room and waited for everyone to get out of the hotel room. Ha.. rather hilarious. We headed to zouk... and that's it for the night. Apparantly, bday boy was so drunk... he went home that very night. Those who intended to stay in the hotel ended up gng home too. Fun night though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fast forwarding to Friday... we went zouk again, this time for the juice dj quest. Jared, kevin, Hao, Jenson and myself went earlier, Janice and cheryl joined in later. The highlight of the night was actually Jenson getting drunk and making a fool of himself. I think he had too many drinks, and he really was damm funny when we were playing games. Hehhe.... he tried to do the british accent while playing ROCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another highlight would be my trip to Golden Cinema yesterday. That place is not Golden Village.. i repeat... NOT GOLDEN VILLAGE. The cinema is called Golden and is located next to Golden Mile Complex. Dear Kevin... landed us there.. thanks to his Yahoo auction stupidity. He wanted to purchase movie tickets online, and chanced upon this show "Bad Boy" (korean movie) and it was selling cheap. $10 for 2 tickets. The title had Golden on it and our dear friend thought it was Golden Village so he happily purchased it. Next thing he know... when he saw the tickets, it wasn't Golden Village, it didnt even look like golden village. Finally, his stupidity kicked in.. and he realised it was another cinema and he wasn't even sure where the hell it was. He told me this.. and I was..."what!!" how on earth can you be so dumb?!?!" . Anyway..the ticket was due for yesterday and so we headed there. Dodgy place....... and really old school. Those who have been to Eng Wah Clementi, it's older than that. The chairs are like...cushion printed and worst still.. they played 1960s songs while waiting for the show to start. It's like in an old man's nightclub (you know ... the lup sup bar kind) hehehe hilarious I must add and the people in there... i could count with my fingers. One man sitting infront... one man on the left aisles.. another bottom left.. a couple at the back and us. That's it in the cinema. I think another hilarious thing is the lady at the ticket booth asking me for my IC. hahaha.... I dunno whether to feel happy or angry over that. But anyway.. it was indeed an experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apart from that.. the other highlight was to be driven in a MINI COOPER (RED). Yep... kevin drove it and I sat in it. Hehhee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright... I think that's abt it.... might post some pics up later....Not sure when my next update will be... but till then.. take care folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112282194271982811?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112282194271982811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112282194271982811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112166849120159636</id><published>2005-07-18T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:34:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy weekend, loads of food and lack of sleep. Shall list down in pt form what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: After Istana, met up with Kevin and Kelvin for dinner at Plaza Sing. Kelvin wanted to eat soft shell crab, and so Kevin and I headed to the sushi place to wait for Kelvin (who was obviously super late... as usual). Kelvin arrived and of coz we had the soft shell crab and many others. After, we headed to zouk. The night started slow, not many people, at least most were there just for the Fashion show first. The night progressively became better. Met a few friends there, namely Cheryl (she was sitting behind us all the while and we didn't even notice her) and Felice. Kelvin was obviously hoping to know these girls... ahahah. He asked, "Does she have a boyfriend?" More so, Kelvin met his ex poly sch mate, and said she was the belle of the class. He wanted to try his luck with her, like dancing with her.. drinking etc. Kelvin wanted to know if she's attached and was asking how to ask her. He said, "I can't just go up and ask are you attached, it's too obvious." So I said, "You can ask where's your boyfriend?" Then he tried it on me, "So Sharon, where's your boyfriend?" hahaha.. so funny.. it was like he's practising his moves. Then kevin said, "ahyah, i'll just go up and ask for you la." In the end, nothin happened. No one asked, no one confirmed. Left the place at 2am. Said our byes to kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier coz kevin wanted to go to IE Singapore for the walk in interview. I went gym to kill time while waiting for him. But guess what, the interview didnt happen at all. People were there since 10am and were still waiting for their turn, what more for him when he strolled in at 2pm. So he left his CV with the HR personnel and came over to the gym to wait for me. After my gym, we went for late lunch, then went back home for me to rest first then headed to chomp chomp for dinner. Met up with darryl and jared. Food was not bad as usual, but a bit ex. Had dessert after at BROWN Box. But before that, bumped into Charms... ehhehe.... she was in this Icecream parlour with loads of neon lights, signalled her friend to get her attention. So after we left seragooon gdns, charms called and told me renee was there too! Suddenly the whole world was in s gardens. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Went for my 1.5 mass, had lunch with family to celebrate my mum's bday. Mum dreaded it coz it reminded her that she's hitting the big 50 soon. We headed to westlake for lunch. Food is good, had the KBB, fried noodles, rojaks, sze chuan soup, song her (dialect for a kind of fish), durian pudding and red bean pancake. Well... thought it would be good to give her a bday cake, so we tried to find awfully chocolate. Kevin insisted it was around Coronation plaza and not serene centre, but I remember that his aunt mentioned something abt serene centre. And so after investigating, awfully chocolate was actually next to serene centre. We headed there, and the shop looks GOOD AND CLEAN! a really different cake shop for sure. Bought the chocolate banana cake. Oooo.. how sinful. Oh well... after, headed room to rest for awhile, and then sent Kevin bac to the EAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend indeed. Im so tired now... doesn't help that it's raining and the office is so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. a lil IQ test for you guys.... enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma, Geneva, tahoma, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.richstevens.com/flash/iq.swf" target="_blank"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112166849120159636?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112166849120159636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112166849120159636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-weekend_18.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112139399388421426</id><published>2005-07-15T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:19:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wat a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Indeed it has been. Not only the days passed faster but with the recent events that happened from last week to this week both away and in Singapore.... this week was rather exciting. More so... Kevin was scheduled (or at least to my impression) to come back on the 16th 1 am, but nope, he arrived 14th, 1am. A slight change of fate and I was actually suppose to pick him up if I received the card he emailed me. But our dear friend sent it in USA timing, so... I got it so late... he was back already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got a sms from him. He told me to meet his friend to collect a bag from her which was his. And I thought, wah liao.. so leychey.. of all days a weekday, how to carry it home. So I went downstairs to find "her", waited at the taxi stand, she wasn't there, and so.. he sms me again and said "she'll" meet me at the lobby. So I walked to the lobby, and there kevin was standing by the railing. I was ... "WHEN DID YOU COME BACK?" and yep.. so that's when I knew he flew off on Wednesday night. If I had gotten the card, I would have known, but nope.. no card.. so don't know. and so.... kevin is back in SG for good. I'm shocked, still am... but it's nice to see him again. It just felt like I just saw him not too long ago... that's how time flew by so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so.... what a week it has been. London Bomb Blast just after they won to host the Olympics 2012 and the recent NKF issue of it's CEO and his big fat PAY CHEQUE! And just announced yesterday by the Minister of Health, the NKF CEO and the Board of Governors resigned and he will set up an interim committee and appoint the new CEO. Good move on the TT and the BOG. Well.. with the big fat pay cheque... he doesn't have to worry abt having no $$. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To think I donated $48 to NKF for its recent Cancer Fund. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okie..... my weekend shld be quite packed too. Later in the afternoon, I'm heading to the Istana for my company event. Later in the evening.. meeting kevin and another friend, might head to zouk. Tomorrow, gym (hopefully) then just dinner. Sunday, church, mother's bday lunch, then rest at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont wish to think about Monday onwards, coz I'll be super duper busy for my August event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Argh,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112139399388421426?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112139399388421426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112139399388421426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/07/wat-week-indeed-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112116686859911719</id><published>2005-07-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:14:28.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My weekend. 8th and 9th July 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good weekend. Friday, met up with Jared, Yilin, Marcus, Janice and some peeps who just came back from Australia for holiday, namely, Hao, Joe and Jeremy. It was a good night of drinking games taking pics (courtesy of janice's cam). Managed to do a small pictorial of that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d933b3127cce92eb8ffeae8300000016108AatXDRi2YtC" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like the marcus and jared couple shot. Hahha.... they were doin a aka kevin pose. If you notice kevin loves to take pics not looking at the camera, so ya.... that shot was a honour for him. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 9th July, I attended my colleague's wedding. It was an amazing night, very well-planned and entertaining. Most imptly, my colleagues and I were taking photos of each other.. hhaha.. the dress code for the night was Chinois Chic so.. i decided to dress as an indian, but unfortunately I dont look too indianish. But anyway.. one of my colleague did a pictorial of the night. I'm the one in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d933b3127cce92ea79298e6300000016108AatXDRi2YtC" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a better close up of what I wore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d928b3127cce92f97a534a3e00000015108AatXDRi2YtC" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think it's modern Indian look. Hhaha... oh well.. i had fun nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's abt the pics I have.... hope to show u more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112116686859911719?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112116686859911719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112116686859911719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112032303679392435</id><published>2005-07-03T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:50:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When things are looking slightly better and when I thought something positive has finally taken place, a little thing can just make everything go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand why I shld even bother... but I guess....i feel i have the right too and if arguable that's still not right... i still feelll the least u can do...is accomodate. But nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If only things were not like this... if only things were different in the past. If only I never had the life I'm having now or had then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly, why shld i bother... really. Why shld i be held a prisoner and refuse to even find the guts to break free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Simple thing.... a simple thing can really mean so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I look ard me.. and im jealous. I really am.... why am i not like them or have what they have? What did I do to be dealing what I am going through now? Why in the first place... shld i even be going through this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did i do!??!!?!???!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112032303679392435?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112032303679392435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112032303679392435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112021475067874104</id><published>2005-07-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:49:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lack of Sleep.... tired....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ye... it's all the late nights I've been having. Everyday except yesterday I've been gng home fairly late, 10ish - 11ishp pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday - Sponsor's Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday - SIF Visitor's programme: Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday - RCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursday - REST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday - Selwyn's farewell dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday - Michelle's bday party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday - RCIA Rites of Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kevin's relatives lunch cum tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wah liao..... what a week. Oh well. At least half of them is fun and light-hearted. Plus thankfully I dont have the visitors programme to worry abt, since the lady had been so nice and more imptly she knows s'pore so well and have s'porean friends... she practically doesnt need my help and my company! hahah! The only time i accompanied her was the first day of the visitors programme and this morning when I sent her to the airport. But she's been nice, extended invitation to me to visit her when I do go to Philippines for holiday, she'll house me. Actually, I really wouldn't mind gng to Philippines and have a look, sounds like a nice touristy places. There's high mountains, hot springs, shopping, food.. etc. Plus it's cheap.. hmmm.. idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm stuck in the office now waiting for some people to come for a meeting. Have to open the door for them, because my area is securely locked and you need an access card to move ard. Argh... but oh well.. i needed to kill time... since the farewell thing is at 8pm. We're meeting at this place nicknamed Little Bali, apparantly it's one of those ulu drinkign places which looks like Bali. Hahah.. shld be quite cool. Will see if its a good chill out place, if yes, will recommend to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to Little India this afternoon to accompany my colleagues coz one of them is collecting her Sari. We're attending a colleague's wedding next Saturday and the dress code is Chinois Chic (translates to Chinese or Indian or both) Ye.. most of my colleagues are dressing in Indian style, only a couple will go in their Cheong Sums. I'm still deciding what to wear... but Indian looks like a potential choice. Walked around Tekka Market to see what stuff do they have. Lots of lovely punjabi suits, the indian dresses, mid driffs.. etcs. Saw one Turqoise Chiffon dress... apparantly it's a designer piece and it's the only piece.. selling at $165.00. Quite ex. Saw a yellow phoncho dress, $170. Heh... ex too! I think i need to head down to Lil india again next week and spend a good few hrs searching for the nicest, most appropriate and yet still can use anywhere else outfit. If not.. come worst to worst... buy a cheong sum top lor. But I should dress something different for a change, besides, I was told by my colleagues that I shld invest in some ethnic clothings since SIF events always have the ethnic theme. So ye... up next... sarong kebaya, thai skirt, cheong sum... and the other Asian outfits. Heh.. more reasons to shop. Hopefully I can find a nice outfit for the wedding, will post pics next week to show u the final product. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shld be quite fun shopping ard for ethnic clothings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okie..... 15 more mins and im outta here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good evening everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112021475067874104?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112021475067874104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112021475067874104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/07/lack-of-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-112012735432777068</id><published>2005-06-30T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:29:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Renewed thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been thinking.. thinking about my actions, thoughts, verbal accusations, my feelings and behaviour, and I came to realised I most prob was quite a bitch. I wonder is it a girl's thing to have the most adverse reactions, worst assumptions, and the ones who really thinks too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rem abt the entry I had abt me not liking a certain girl etc etc etc..... well i shld say a good number of you would know who she is, at least those closer to me would know. One friend commented to me an observation abt me, sayign that I tend to think lowly of myself aka low self-esteem. Well, I told him, yep.. it's true. But I guess this led me to think further abt why am I feeling this way most of the time. Like I've mentioned, I'm not living badly, I have a great family, a good job, a good circle of friends, and a love life, what more could I ask for? Why then, am I still feeling so lousy of myself? I guess I compare too much and I'm too sensitive to my surroundings. Maybe it doesn't help that I studies behavioural studies before, where I do have a lil knowledge on things like body languages. I guess i read into all these too much and thus assumed what the people are thinking or potentially saying about me. Of coz, being on a lil on the plump side and growing older day by day, I guess I feel threatened by those who are naturally slim and young. I'm just one of the unfortunates who can't really slim down to less than 50kg and for me.. hitting that is a big struggle. I guess partly why things are happening as it is, could also be bcos of no self affirmation or self praise or for that matter, reaffirmation from others. But then again, who am I to demand such attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess for the case of the "i dont like the girl" issue. Honestly, there's really nothing I can do about it. Shld I continue having such hatred and jealousy or should I release the fear and anger and embrace the fact that she is indeed attractive and bound to attract attention and no way am I able to compete with that.  But then again, this is just me thinking or at least this is how I feel about the whole situation. Honestly, who am I to stop the friendship from happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trust and faith are two very powerful words with power meaning, but they are the most difficult to exercised upon and thus most downfalls are because of the lack of both. How to have faith and not trust, and how to trust and have no faith? Usually, a person might lack both, and I guess, I am one of those. I kinda am the "seeing is believing" person and thus contradicts my religious following as a Catholic where faith of not seeing to believe is required and trust to believe that by not seeing...happiness and peace will still be delivered.  How hypocritical isn't it? I wonder shld I blame it on human nature that jealousy will always be a part of all of us, and that it is this emotion that we will forever have to tackle and conquer. Jealousy is something I feel will forever grow on you even if you've grown older and wiser. Maybe the way it's being exercised and executed will be different, but jealousy will forever be the evil constantly harming us. If there isn't such a feeling called jealously, do you think the world would be what it is today? Honestly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess what's more crucial in handling this is to try to minimise the use of jealousy, to be willing to accept that certain things had happened, voice it out and hope for the better. Therefore, the trust and faith formulae must come into place here. You can have all the love in this world, but without trust and faith, nothing can pull through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess, I would love to say I wish to let go and not be jealous of 'her' and stop being angry of the friendship formed between 'him' and 'her'. Maybe I really should meet her..... maybe I shldn't hold on too much onto 'him'. Like what another friend had said, it's always better to leave a portion knowing one day it might not happened, that maybe this person isn't really the one for you. I guess, that's the changing factor of views, behaviour and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been constantly asking myself if I've changed, and if I did, has it been a good change or bad change. I guess knowing that the times of self-reflections have proven to me that there are certain things that should change. It's not to say that whatever happens, I'll accept it with open arms and no questions. If this are amissed, of coz a fight must go on. But I guess, it shouldn't go overboard and make things worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope this is a start to a change. Like I said... it's not gng to be instantaenous, but at least i'll try to try. But of coz if I do sense a "taking for advantage" mode, of coz my defensiveness will come in place, because as cliche as it sounds, it takes '2 hands to clap', if I'm willing to change and be a better and more mature person, the other should at least bear in mind what he/she should do too.  Self-awareness is all Im asking for. Unfortunately we're living in a time where everyone is looking at you, and a culture whereby everyone talks too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Growing old is indeed tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-112012735432777068?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112012735432777068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/112012735432777068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/renewed-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111995567641397035</id><published>2005-06-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:19:31.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some things are just not meant to be heard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... i guess one lesson I must learn is to let things go and move on. To not bother about the past and look forward to the future. I guess i've been too pessimistic and angsty over the things that I've been through. Some might say, it shldn't have happened, you shldn't have suffered.. but I guess... what's done is done.... and no point to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck care mentality is the best mentality ever. You wont be bothered about stuff... just move on and act blur always. If that makes one happy that is. I guess.... i have to continue to be patient and wait and see... and see if changes do happen... and cast that benefit of the doubt once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as u grow older, u seek more answers and reasons.. and i guess being an adult is so complicated.... u'll never get what u want.. unlike when u're a child, or u had to do was to be very obediant or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word ZEN is very much in my mind now. I shldn't put in all my heart into such things, coz you'll end up being hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im frustrated still... no doubt... but I cant stay at the same level always, coz honestly.. i came to realised.. i'm really left alone for this one.. alone to fend it myself. There's no short cut of people tellin me things.. but rather... i have to find out myself, and if i dont... move on.. dont bother abt it. If that's really reality... then that's really reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair. It has always been. But what to do? nothing... do nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111995567641397035?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111995567641397035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111995567641397035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-things-are-just-not-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111958863614540169</id><published>2005-06-24T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:50:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the moment..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl by Destiny's Child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Verse 1 Beyonce]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take A Minute Girl Come Sit Down, And Tell Us What's Been Happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In Your Face I Can See The Pain,Don't You Try To Convince Us That You're Happy (Yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We've Seen This All Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But He's Taking Advantage Of Your Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because We've Come Too Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For You To Feel AloneYou Don't Let Him Walk Over Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm Telling You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl, I Can Tell You've Been Crying And You Needing Someone To Talk To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl, I Can Tell He's Been Lying And Pretending That He's Faithful And He Loves You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl, You Don't Have To Be Hiding Don't You Be Ashamed To Say He Hurt You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm Your Girl, You're My Girl, We're You're Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Want You To Know That We Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Verse 2 Kelly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See What You All Don't Know About Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is I Can't Let Him Go Because He Needs MeIt Ain't Really Him It's Stress From His Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I Ain't Making It Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Know You See Him Bugging On Me Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I Know He Be Tired He Don't Mean It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It Gets Hard Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I Need My Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Don't Think Ya'll Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm Telling You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Bridge Michelle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl, Take A Good Look At Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He Got You Going Through Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We Ain't Never Seen You Down Like This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What You Mean You Don't Need Our Help?We Known Each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;other Too Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, i wished someone sang me this or say something like that to me. Not literally, but having to know I have "girls" comforting me when I really need it. How nice right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well.... i'm in that mood again. damnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111958863614540169?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111958863614540169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111958863614540169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/song-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111954281002724316</id><published>2005-06-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:10:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MNG Sale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It started today. I actually forgot. ha! After gym I was walking around, jalaning, and killing some time to relax and take a break. I walked ard Marina Square, the newly renovated Marina Square. It's nice and very confusing too! It's just so different, the whole layout. But I must say, it's a very good improvement to the older marina square. I'm very sure it's gng to be a hit once the whole place is fully renovated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, after walking ard Marina square, I headed to city hall. and there it was... the MNG sale! hehe. wat was amazing was that the bfs and the husbands were all queuing for their gfs and wives. Heh... the whole place was a hell hole, clothes everywhere, girls charging for the changing room, snatching tee shirts away, and the men... quietly and patiently waiting for their women. how sweet right! Better still, no sigh of disgust or frustrations on their faces and body language. It's like they understand their role in a MNG sale! heh... some even were choosing the clothes for their women. ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to get some stuff, seeing how cheap the clothings are. Things are gng for almost 50%. I wanted to get a pair of jeans or 3/4 for that matter, and before the sale, they were selling it for $89, now.. $36! heh... gng tomorrow to see if there;s my size. it's gng to be a just grab and go thing. No point being in a madhouse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... an update...today's okie.. practically the whole week I had been alone in my lil area of the office. My colleagues are in Bangkok for a conference which is tom, another is on leave. So, it's just me, myself and I. Today was a colleague's last day too, so another lunch kaki gone. She's off to India for a month to help out in a foundation taking care of Kids, then she's off to her next job. Good luck babe! Remember me ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad the weekend is approaching, but this weekend.. it's gng to be a hectic one. Saturday I have to tend the SIF booth at IDP Australia's pre-departure briefing held in Orchard Hotel in the afternoon, followed by gym or mass, then dinner with Kevin's family members, (his uncle's bday celebration). Sunday, I have RCIA retreat, it's a whole day affair from 8.00am to 5.00pm, by the time i reach home, i'll be so tired. I dont even wanna think abt working on Monday. Heh. Next week, well... it's gng to be a super busy week, entertaining a guest from Philippines. That's from tuesday to friday, literally day to night. Yep.. wat a week to come. But I think it'll be fun, i'm gng to be like a tour guide, gng for ducktours, the night safari, shopping.. etc. It'll be the busy fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway... i have to sleep now. Tired from gym. But glad to sweat it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good night world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111954281002724316?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111954281002724316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111954281002724316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/mng-sale-it-started-today.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111924382831046806</id><published>2005-06-20T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:03:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't understand me sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I seriously dont quite understand me sometimes. I dont understand why sometimes i am what i am in certain situations. I dont understand why i say certain things to certain people. I dont understand why i react in a certain manner to different people. I dont understand the different treatments i give u different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just dont quite understand why im so different in so many ways that it's giving me a headache. I don't understand why i get upset and depressed over certain things and yet elated on things i know i shldnt be happy abt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand the evil side of me. The devil is playing a serious joke on me. I really dunno what's become of me but all i know is that i'm realy not happy. The funny thing is this... i dunno why im not happy!! It's not as if.. i had the worst childhood, no education, no family, no friends, no life or no job... but i just feel.... unhappy. This bothers me because it affects who i am and my daily lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm amazed at how some people can be so strong and happy go lucky. They treat things as if the world is the most wonderful place on earth. I'm amazed at other's strength in whatevr they do. They know what they want and they are in control. I'm amazed at how some people can just get what they want without even asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess... i've finally hit the mark of everything. I'm confused. How sad is that right. I'm at a crossroad of what do i want and dont want, what i shld have and not have, what i desire and dont desire, what i wish to have and wish not to have. Too many crossroads for me ... too many headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously.. i shld be happy.. i really should be glad and merry. I shld be like everyone else.... able to handle my own life. But i can't. I just dont' understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It bothers me.. and it's affecting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what shld i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111924382831046806?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111924382831046806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111924382831046806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-understand-me-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111897441219616148</id><published>2005-06-17T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:14:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started okay, slow and easy. It was the late afternoon that was horrible. My current project requires a website, and the target audience is students both local and foreign. And so the website design came in, and it was not very nice. Dark, dull colours as background, placement of photos were bad. Well, basically, it wasnt to standard, especially the agency that designed this website had previously designed better websites for other projects. And so, the idea of a redesign came up, and so we had to meet up with the agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This i say... could be my worst encounter from the agency. The 2 Account Directors came down to see us. One was rather nice, she was here for the purpose of moving ahead and solving the problem. The other... definately came to settle a grudge! But anyway, im sorry, but i think both still need to work on their PR skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i felt from their responses, body languages and facial expressions:&lt;br /&gt;1. They disregard us as their CLIENTS!&lt;br /&gt;2. They insult us by telling us, oh I've been in advertising for 5 yrs, web design for 3 yrs, i know what i'm doing. Leave the art director work to us. 3. Blantantly told us, please do not use the word poor quality, i think it is rude to say that and very insulting to us and my designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more... but i shan't continue further. My point is this, they as an agency made a mistake by giving us a poorly designed website. Dont' give us the crap about that u focus on usability over the design elements. These days, websites are not just info, people go for the deisgn too. Even if the content is great, fantastic or informative, the design element shld be there too, and that's when the agency comes in! They're the expert in web design, not my organisation! I mean we can say what we want, but u are the ones who are the consultants. Why take us so literally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the comment abt leaving the art director work to them and we dont play art director, that really pissed me off. It's like insulting my studies. WTF! I know I aint arty farty or design inclined, but I didnt go to poly and uni not graduating with no knowledge on webdesign! I still know a thing or two about websites! I really hated that comment. It was obviously a personal attack. How unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling is this, and this is based on assumption, I feel the 2 AD, especially the one who made the abv comment, must be thinking that my colleague and I are young and coz we're not in the business, know nuts about web design. Obviously, they're trying to mock us and show the least respect they can. As much as you would love to be frank and open abt this, there's a fine line between being personal and being professional. Many things could be not said, can't handle this kind of feedback, dont be an AD! I know being AD is a tough job, but I still insist, you crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt, if let say my co was their biggest client, do u think they will react the same way as they did, and also, if it was my manager that sat in the meeting, would they have said what they had said? I dont think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now, i can still tolerate this, it was indeed a good learning experience. Shld another time happen again, dont make me turn nasty and be very blunt as well. I dont care if they have 10-20 yrs in the field, times change, people change, perceptions change, if the client says not nice... it means not nice, dont come and argue saying.. but u gave the go ahead. If they really claim to be in the industry for so long, then by now they shld know Clients are always the fickle minded ones even after approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we shall see what changes they'll make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111897441219616148?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111897441219616148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111897441219616148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/crap-thursday-day-started-okay-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111872183929673681</id><published>2005-06-14T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:57:07.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a coffeebean cappuccino cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. to mark our 52ndmonth (my mistake earlier on) together. I received a phone call from the reception area and was told i have a cake waiting for me outside. Huh? Then I realised, oh ya.... must be from kevin. First it was the catus farm, now a coffeebean cake. Unconventional eh? It has 5 candles attached too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think my colleagues said... "what mistake did he do now?" ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. Thank you for the cake dear... again you surprised me. Unfortunately, you will not get to see it, coz by today, it'll be all gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy 52nd month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111872183929673681?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111872183929673681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111872183929673681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-coffeebean-cappuccino.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111864620669246863</id><published>2005-06-13T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:01:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have most unwilling deleted the previous entry because Kevin thinks what I wrote was very childish and i presented a sheltered view. To me... i really dont think i was childish. Kevin thinks the act I mentioned was a noble thing. I say BULL SHIT TO THAT!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. im entitled to my opinion abt certain things and on certain people. For ya FACE sake.. i will delete the entry, most unwillingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what... i feel u shld be with someone ya own age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111864620669246863?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111864620669246863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111864620669246863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-most-unwilling-deleted-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111848196369538845</id><published>2005-06-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T17:26:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didnt knock anyone down, neither did i bang into someone else's car. Thank god! Well, I was at istan scotts carpark looking for a lot. I never knew parking there cld be difficult because of the narrow driveway. I was trying to find a lot at the extended carpark but cldnt get alot. I thought i cld do a 3-point turn at the end, but there was no space at all, so I had to reverse. There was a space at the right side for me to reverse in and drive off, and so i headed for that way. Everything was fine, until i heard a loud BANG! I got a shock and looked back and realised i banged against the wall. I panic and there were so many people who saw the incident... yeeks! So.. i quickly parked the car properly and ran back to see how bad the damage was. Luckily it was just the corner bumper and some paint that came off. But nevertheless. it was a bad hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... and to think just before that I was a slightly happy girl. I just joined planet fitness (suntec) today, coz i really need to work out and lose those extra pounds (further emphasised by my aunt that I've put on weight!) and ye.. so finally got to doin that today. Plus I had a pretty good shopping day yesterday, bought quite a no. of things for myself (1 MNG skirt, 1 U2 pants and skirt, 1 Le sensa) And today... the accident just has to happened. After, everything felt wrong. It was like a good day turned bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mum right after the incident. I was meeting her for lunch. Luckily I didnt get the scolding I was expecting. She said as long i didnt hit any car... it's okay. But still... things just didnt feel right. I dropped my hp thereafter. I just felt uneasy. Mum said i cannot drive the rest of the day, coz i need to recover from the shock. Heh.. and to think at 4.45am tom I've to drive to airport alone to pick my bro. hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's just this thing... and not more accidents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111848196369538845?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111848196369538845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111848196369538845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/mini-car-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111813721030215428</id><published>2005-06-07T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:40:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Board games are fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to write this entry on Sunday, but i got all so lazy and sleepy... i decided to postpone this entry to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, met up with jared, yilin, marcus, daniel, janice, darryl and dyan to play board games at HV settlers cafe. We played this game called "I'm the Boss!", where we need to negotiate with one another to earn $$, the person with the most $$ wins. It's a damm fun game! We were like screaming our heads off negotiating our way. It was fun to see people desperate for $$, being indecisive, demanding... etc. the whole night (3 hrs) That was the only game we played. At the 3rd round, we all finally gotten the hang of the game, where suddenly, the cafe staff told us that they were closing. After leaving, we wanted more, we didnt had enough fun. Everyone were still raring to cut each other's throat! So we decided to head to Jared's place to play pictionary. It was a girl vs guy competition. First round, the guys won. but that's because they were lucky. To make competition stiffer and more challenging, we decided to play the handicap dice too, where the player must either draw with his less dominant hand, eyes closed, or draw without lifting. This made it so much harder to play, but in the end.... the girls won!! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One news though... one of the drawings was liverpool, and none of the guys could guessed it! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to do this more often. Maybe next up, cluedo, monopoly and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much update on my life. Bro's in perth for a week, house is nice and quiet. Work has been slow. I'm sleepy now and can't wait to go home. sigh.... 1 more hr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111813721030215428?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111813721030215428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111813721030215428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/board-games-are-fun-i-was-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111772321296388943</id><published>2005-06-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:42:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wonder is it really my selfish self is being dominant or my true self telling me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe coz im lonely. but then again, so what if i have company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I'm ready to move on. Somehow.. i really keep having the urge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe it's the curiousity of what's life will be like after. I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really hate making such an entry. But i guess, who else can understand. I've always been the person people talk to abt their feelings and sorrows, i guess it has become difficult for me to tell them how i feel. How ironic isnt it, me telling people what they shld be doing, when i dont even do it for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel im not understanding enough. I feel I'm giving too much nonsense. But then again, why is it only me feeling the guilt? Can't be just me right. I mean.. i'm not the only one doing wrong righT? Maybe.. i shld really go out there and hang loose. Make some major mistake... so that i know im really living the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm just too boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damm i sound really childish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111772321296388943?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111772321296388943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111772321296388943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111760540198513816</id><published>2005-06-01T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:58:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep. It's confirmed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, 1st June 2005, I am officially employed as a full time staff with the Singapore International Foundation. Yep, my 4 months contract has been terminated and I've converted my temp status to one of perm staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... stability smells good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess my one big wish, i've gotten. Praise God for that. I can still rem my dilemma in deciding what's good for my career. First was convertium, it was a sales and marketing position; i was glad to have turned that down in the end. Second, cold storage turned me down, followed by 77th st and then came SIF. I guess, deciding to just give it a shot as a temp staff was really the turning point of my career move. At that time, it didn't seem to be the best and logical move. But somehow all directions from everywhere pointed that way, and so i took it up, and now, i'm glad I did. I finally can say, I have a career. My future is starting to show clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of coz, the stress level and expectations are higher now, so I must continue to perform well, if not, better. But nevertheless, I am glad everything worked out fine eventually. Most imptly, what was offered was a fairly good deal. Of coz there is a pay increase, but is the benefits that are really surprising. Benefits are quite good at least for a non-profit, non-government organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are happy, kevin is happy and I am happy with what has happened. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who has encouraged me in one way or another about my chioce to join SIF as a temp staff. The extra push helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111760540198513816?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111760540198513816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111760540198513816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/06/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111737235690914000</id><published>2005-05-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:26:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okie... i know it's a bit long overdue. Okay, I cut my hair on Thursday at Shunji Matsuo with this leading hairstylist called Evanda Lim. I heard she's not bad, and so I decided to go give it a try. I went, and she cut. I walked out looking quite the same as i walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she didn't cut off the length, not new style. Basically, just trim and make the style neater. Her reason, I just rebonded 3 months ago, i shldn't just waste my money, plus, if i cut till shoulder length, the hair will be sticking out. Okie, she's the senior hairstylist, she shld know best. Ha.. I went home and as usual, dad and bro didnt noticed i cut my hair. Mum said it looked the same but it's much neater. The next day i went to office, and no one except for one (she knew I went for a cut) realised i had a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been several days now.. i think i finally see the difference in the cut. Hair is definately way more manageable, and actually it looks slightly different now. I wake up still looking good. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what Evanda did was she added volume to my hair, she lifted the back coz my rebonded hair is just too boring and flat. She said i shldn't rebond once my wavy curls are back, i shld just have my hair cut according to the waves. Actually, I think I'm paying for long lasting manageable hair. So yep.. I hope the money is well-spent. For now, I'm actually happy with how the hair flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db08b3127cce918ff92172e800000016108AatXDRi2YtC" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How? Can tell the difference? hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.... an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: work was rather slow and relaxing. Glad it was a short week. Did a farewell lunch for a colleague; it was his last day. Now, my dept is an all-girl team, excluding my boss. Heh. Sheesh! Anyway, HR finally came to look for me, and they are offering me a 2 yr contract with SIF. HR will present the contract to me. Meanwhile, they have been in contact with my agency to see if i can not on the agency's payroll. Cross fingers, all will work out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Kev's bday. Nope I didnt go to Melbourne, i wish i cld, if i had the $$. Anyway, I was glad he had a good time with his friends. They went clubbing, drank and drank and drank. Heard some juicy stories about 2 people, but i shld leave it as it is. Kev had a bbq at his house too. Glad he had good friends who baked him a cake, bought him a mini casino set, wore red to give him face coz livpool won, and was just there to be with him. Thank you GUYs! Of coz after, he headed to crown. As for me, well.. was home the whole day, but went out for supper with Jared, Daniel and Gracia. We went to Holland V, Breko, for drinks. Had a pretty good conversation with them, most interestingly was the topic of finding a girl for Daniel. Hahha.. gracia has a girl in mind, but i would not say who yet, until Gracia has spoken to her abt Daniel. Hhehe... but of coz.. Daniel is very fine with the girl chosen. Hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Rest day. Went church, lunch with parents, then home. Bro has O'level chinese paper tom, so he needs to do that last min cramming. I really hope he will do just fine. Just pass... that alls! Just pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I heard that SSAV new committee is finally up and running! Thank God, eventually, something happened. But it's gng to be a tough 2 months to get everything done. But I do hope this yr's team will be a good team and do better than last yrs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GSS has started! Hahha shopping!!!!! yeah!!! I have kinda churned out a list of what I wanna buy. hehe.. new wardrobe. exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really want to watch Madagascar. The trailers really make it a really good show. I hope it's as funny as Finding Nemo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Charms, if ya reading this.. guess what.. I SAW A HUGE MOTH TOO! I really think something is happening to the Moth world. I've been seeing some Moths lately. Gees. Moth season now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BTW: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I REALISED I HAVE LOW SELF-ESTEEM, LOW SELF-CONFIDENCE, AND LOW MORALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;damm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111737235690914000?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111737235690914000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111737235690914000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-new-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111703393166363049</id><published>2005-05-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:16:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cutting hair tom!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... i know it's no big deal la, but i might have a totally new cut tom. Okie.. on one hand i want to keep my long hair, the other... i just want a new haircut that really suits me and of coz is easy to maintain everyday! Unfortunately, I have a square face aka fat face, thus not many hairstyles suit my face shape, so I still have not found the right hairstylist to really make it happen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try out Shunji Matsuo (the main branch at wellington building) well I'm excited coz maybe it's the reputation of the salon. I'll be disappointed if the hair style is really crappy. But then again... i might not be ready for short hair again. Argh..!!! Moreover, kevin likes long hair, and he hasn't really seen how long my hair has grown to.. so ya..... plus i just rebonded my hair 3 months ago. Am I really gng to let money go down the drain or is it okay to just change hairstyles if it really makes me look much much better???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm........ maybe i shld do a before and after photo. Ha! and let u guys judge and see if i really made a wrong move. But then...... maybe to not risk it all... i'll have my hair cut till shoulder length, then maybe layer more and thin it down. Maybe I need a hair style that allows me to style for different occassion. My medium hair length about a yr ago was not too bad. Hmmm....... or shld i cut and colour... hmmm. but then again.. i really don't want to damage my hair further. so maybe i'll colour it nearing either my bday or x'mas la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. so excited! damm like small kid like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111703393166363049?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111703393166363049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111703393166363049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/05/cutting-hair-tom-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111695005429092050</id><published>2005-05-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:54:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gwen Stefani RockS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's bananas..... B-A-N-A-N-A-S! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hehehe... i nver knew bananas could sound so good. Ha! Was listening to Gwen Stefani's Holla back girl. I think she's really good, all of her 3 singles are awesome and everyone of it is really music to the ears. She's the ultimate glam rock chic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok.. enough of her before I start to sound like a lesbian. Life today... hmmm it's been rather quiet. Kinda miss being busy... beats nothing much to do. Somehow time passes slowly with nothing much to do. Not many websites to surf ard too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well.. a lil news abt me regarding my work, this isn't a confirmed thing but it seems very likely to happen. Last week, my director talked to me and told me that he is thinking of offering me a full time position with SIF. Good news... hmmm i would like to think so. He did a mini interview with me, asking me how i find the job, find the place, the colleagues, the work culture.. etc... I am basically fine with everything, no qualms or problems abt the work place. Maybe the only thing is age gap... i'm like the youngest there, but oh well. Anyway, I'm happy. Em waiting for HR to confirm this and hopefully we can start to negotiate abt a pay increase. Welll..... em not sure if asking for another $200 is a gd idea. Have a lil prob, and that's because i'm still under the payroll of the agency, and it's a term and condition that shld SIF continue my contract for the next 1 yr, I will still have to be under the agency's payroll and not SIF's. This worries me, because, SIF would have to continue to pay the agency a fee (if that's how it works). So, it means or maybe, SIF cannot afford to pay me more shld i ask for a pay increase. Argh... dread.... doesn't help SIF is a non-profit organisation. Sigh.... we'll see how it goes. But before I can think so far... HR better find me soon! I need to secure the permanent position first. But as the looks of it... it seems it'll happen soon, because today my Manager told one of our vendors that I am a full-timer rather than the usual the temp staff. heh.. sounded nice to be known as a full timer. Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well guys, wish me luck. Cross fingers for pay increase as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I read today's papers, and a couple of interesting topics showed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Singapore men are more brand conscious than SG women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Blog celebrities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. SG men are more brand conscious than SG women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I kinda agree. Maybe SG men are becoming metrosexual and they value how to groom themselves to look nice and dress themselves with really nice outfits to just feel great and good. I for one know several guys who seem to be really into branded goods, whether or not they can really afford it. It's not necessarily a bad thing to be brand conscious, in a sense, these men can become good shopping companions to the girls or gfs. They appreciate shopping more, and thus, make the shopping experience good. See it this way, they can give advice, tips, and know what makes a person look good. It is impt for a woman to look good, but it's even more crucial for a man to look equally good to complement the woman. Unfortunately, the nicest cutting are always very expensive for the men, thus the need to go for Gucci, Prada.. Hugo Boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Besides, we need such men around the keep the economy growing. So men... BUY MORE GUCCI, PRADA, HUGO BOSS! hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Blog celebrities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amazing how a interactive tool like blogs can create a celebrity. Looks like the Internet has found another use, and soon you'll see blogs as case studies in lessons on the influences of the Internet. ha! But it is really amazin to see suddenly.. everyone is into reading again, but this time, the juicy, gossipy details of another's life. The juicer and bitchier the entry, the higher the readership/ hits. This clearly shows the human beings (not only those in SG) are really KAYPOH people. Blogs are like reality tv put on the webspace for people to view and know what in the world is gng on. It's like Big Brother or Survivor... or any reality show for that matter. But i guess in comparison to those reality shows where dramatism and realism are blurred, blogs possess a more human touch to it, whether it's about bitching abt something/someone, voicing out opinions on certain topics, or just life updates, it is still real because it is truly the daily life doings and the thoughts. Unlike reality tv, there's no one to tell u which story angle one shld take to potray something, blogs are just wat it is. For that, the rise of celebrity blogs now. Also, all of a sudden, there's a surge in people voices. It's like revelation. Suddenly, you read about things that u can relate too or never knew existed. It's just amazing. But now, it has been declared that blogs are in public space and not private space even if you privatise your blog. Look's like freedom of speech will never happen. Next thing you know, there'll be regulations and censorship on blogs, like what you can and cannot write about. hmmmmmm BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING. no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111695005429092050?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111695005429092050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111695005429092050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/05/gwen-stefani-rocks-its-bananas.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111677842407415041</id><published>2005-05-22T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:16:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i had a good weekend. Had a good time meeting friends and just relaxing and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: I left work on the dot at 6pm. Headed to taka to do a lil shopping. Met up with marcus and jared, and we just headed about town to have dinner, window shop and then supper, chit chat and had tau huey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Rested the whole day. I really missed my sleep, so glad to wake up late. It was raining the whole day, and i just had no mood to do anything. Anyway, i went out in the evening to meet gracia. Was suppose to meet diana, but poor girl was so tired from her work, she didnt meet us in the end. Anyway, Jared, Marc, Jasmine and Daniel met up with Gracia and myself. We headed to settlers cafe to play board games. It was rather fun. We played management, family business (MAFIA game) and Taboo. I think Taboo is still the best game to play... so much laughter and jokes. heh! We played about 4 hrs till the place closed, then headed to Lavender for pork soup..yummm. After, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Went church. I wanted to cut hair today, but the shop recommended my charmaine didnt pick up the phone. So I decided to skip today and go cut hair next weekend. I was thinking of cutting at shunji matsuo, the main branch. I thought, spend a bit more for a good hair cut. But I'm not sure who to look for at shunji, hmmmm unless i try my luck and get someone randomnly to cut my hair. I feel i need a new look, but then again.... not sure if i'm ready. Anyway, I just got back from a concert by this swedish lady. She was borned with no arms, and have her right left leg shorter than her right. But she is an unbeliveable and inspirational lady. At 18 years old, she was a champion swimmer, breaking records and representing sweden in swim meets. Not only that, she's a brilliant singer and a person full of faith and hope. She does not see herself as a handicapped but a normal human being, she did not let her disability stop her from leading a normal life. She writes, cooks, sews, type, bath, etc.. everything with her right foot. It's amazing on how agile and flexible she is. Simply amazing. Anyway, she's in town for a 2 night concert organised by a elderly welfare group which my grandma partcipated. The event was a free concert. She can sing hokkien songs... very well in fact. the tien oh oh song... and some other taiwanese songs. She's really a role model, in the sense that she is contented and happy with life, and has devoted everything to GOD. Her strength and contentment and appreciation in life is tremendously admirable. Maybe we shld start feeling contented and happy with what we have then continously complaining what we dont have. She gave a very good example: She has no arms, and a shorter left leg, but yet she still do alot of things like any human being. We, .. we have arms, a pair of good legs... we can do much more than her. How true.. how true. She said.... it's good to know that you can wake up each day peacefully. We shouldn't be influenced with all the bad news we see and read everyday on the news, rather, we should see what was given to us and know that we are actually living in a wonderful world. We always see the macro in life, that we miss out the mirco in life. No wonder.. the simpler things in life are the more precious of all. I like to believe in that... and i like to live with that philosophy. I feel, we've come to an era where complications are arising and troubles are everywhere, we shouldn't let such negative things dampened our lives. In fact, we have to look the other side of things, and always remember, we have someone guiding us, whether we believe it or not. The fact that somehow things will run smoothly.. is because... someone is guiding us everywhere we go, in whatever we choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should lead my life to the fullest by being happy and not following trends that make me think will make me happy. I'm glad of what i have now, and i feel i shouldn;t complain. Contentment.... fight for contentment in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace people.... smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111677842407415041?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111677842407415041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111677842407415041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-weekend-finally-i-had-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438303.post-111657894155353308</id><published>2005-05-20T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:49:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait for the long weekend (again!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, vesak day this sunday. To my friends in australia (na na nee bu bu!) ahhaa, I have monday off! ehehheheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, just in a fairly good mood, since i have nothing much to do today at work. Just lazing, doing a bit of stuff here and there. For the first time in 2 weeks, time passed real slowly. I'm in a totally switch off mode. I can't think, can't be bothered to think, i dont even want to think about doing work, especially for my next project. I shall start on tuesday on the ISS 2005, which will be held in August. So ya.. in less than 2 hrs time i'm scooting outta here. ahaha!! shopping... can't wait to go shopping! I just need to get out and have a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend seems to look good, sat.. sleep in, meeting in church in evening, then meeting up with several poly friends for dinner and drinks. Sunday, church morning.. then evening attending some free concert with parents. Monday, bowlng in the morn then sleeping the afternoon away! Sounds like a nice weekend to me. But what im looking forward to is to sleep and know i can wake up at 12 noon! ah... i'm missing my bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to buy vitamins, can feel my immune system failing on me. arghh.... oh well... that's working life, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night i watched a movie titled, "A walk to remember", the one where mandy moore acted as the holy and nerdy girl. I watched that in Melbourne a couple of years back, and it was so touching, i remember sobbing pretty badly. Last night, the same thing happened, despite knowing what is happening. The guy.... argh.... is just too good to be true (luckily it's the movies) Is it ever possible for a good, holy, innocent girl to change a bad boy, smart and good looking guy, into a totally different person, into someone who truly knows how to love someone and know how to sacrifice... in a sense... to be in love and to love. I picked up a couple of good quotes from the movie which i thought can be applied into anyone's life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Love is patient, love is kind, love is never jealousy, love is never hatred.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Love is like the wind, you cannot see it but you can feel it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true... how true.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me really love the show is how the leading guy can actually bother to listen, remeber ansd fulfil the leading lady's wishes. He literally covered her list of things to do before she dies. How romantic is that!!!! And best of all.... she touched his life so greatly, that he changed and decided to be a Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really possible for someone to be that in love and that such changes are actually natural progressions. You guys shld watch the show.... it really teach us a lot of things about love and life. I think the best quote of all.... and the one that striked me the most was this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do not need a reason to be angry with GOD."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....... i dont mind watching it again. I shld put it in my lists of all-time favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438303-111657894155353308?l=sharonguan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111657894155353308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438303/posts/default/111657894155353308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonguan.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-wait-for-long-weekend-again-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>missy g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOttvLgXEI8/TJBu5m3FAVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3XrQIzUG1qQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
