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      <title>Do you have a constipation?</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 10:45:22 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;...Can't shit for almost a week? And&amp;nbsp;having this uncomfortable feeling in your stomach?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Worry not! Here comes the easiest, cheapest, and painless solution: &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Rojak!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;It must not be any type of rojak. It must be this &lt;STRONG&gt;$2.50-chinese-type-of-fruit-taupok-with-sweet-peanut-sauce rojak which is sold by an old auntie at the hawker near my HDB block&lt;/STRONG&gt;. Results are guaranteed within &lt;STRONG&gt;1hr&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;from consumption. &lt;STRONG&gt;Tested twice&lt;/STRONG&gt; by me personally!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Ok, don't get all the wrong negative ideas about the rojak. It really tastes good. In fact, the reason I bought it at first was due to a friend's recommendation and also the fact that I was craving for my home fruit rojak. But then,&amp;nbsp;goodness,&amp;nbsp;I can't stop gg to toilet for few days after eating that.&amp;nbsp;The second time I bought it was with the&amp;nbsp;hidden motive of facilitating my bowel movement&amp;nbsp;(read: I've had constipation for almost a week! although I eat lots of&amp;nbsp;fruits n veggies). And 1 hour after I finish eating the whole plate of rojak, I can alr feel it---the heavenly sensation that made me dash to toilet.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;It could be the sour-ness of the pineaple and mango slices. Or maybe there is this hidden ingredient that the auntie put inside the rojak. It's all a mystery. But one thing is for sure--- I'm definitely gg back to that stall whenever my constipation problem resurfaces ^__-&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Flita.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F174.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>A weird week....</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 09:41:23 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;It all started with a job-booking cancellation on Monday due to unforeseen circumstances, so I was left with another 2 weeks of unassigned period. Die.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;On Mon night, I was greeted with a &lt;STRONG&gt;BUNCH&lt;/STRONG&gt; (according to my definition, 4 is enough to be defined as 'a bunch') of filthy disgusting cockroaches. I was on the way to my dearest toilet cubicle to&amp;nbsp; *ahem* shit (which i've been holding on to since I left office). Aft spotting the freaky creatures, there goes my deepest desire to release my *ahem again* shit. Oh, and I swear they were not the usual type of cockroaches, judging from the extra humongous size, the sickening grey-brown color, and the loud clattering sound when they crawled for their life as I spray excessive amt of baygon ---&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt; (although my bf laughed when I say all those, my flatmate n 'saviour' for tt day confirmed with me regarding this fact. He agreed that it's the kind of cockroach which usu come out of man-holes).&lt;/EM&gt; They must have suddenly attacked my house due to no-warning fogging activity that happens few moments b4 tt at my hdb block. That night, I had the most un-peaceful sleep ever. With the lights on, of course *some might alr heard abt my theory of lights vs cockroach*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Tues was extra-ordinarily good as HH helped me to get the overnight stock-take job booking for next week. I'll b&amp;nbsp; doing the job with her,too!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;On Wed, I almost die of heart-attack when I read my email. I was taken out of the stock-take for nxt wk and was put back into the old engagement. Tt stock-take was the only precious thing tt I really wanted for the wk &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Anw, they give me a stat audit job for Fri, which is good. Eh, there was another bad stuff. I kept having an error msg everytime I tried to submit my order for company's free polo-tee!!! Darn microsoft access!! Give me my free polo-tee!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;On Thurs, I was ecstatic to see that my stock-take job booking is given back to me. But at nite, the AIC emailed me and said that my stat audit job for the next day is postponed to Mon. While HH alr took a leave for tml since she thought I'll b in office too anw.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;So here I am, on Fri aftnoon, still 'stoning' in office. Thought I could have lunch with Tam, but she's suddenly sent to client's place. Wad a luck I have T__T&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Oh, 1 more thing! I met Regi on the way to office this morning. Another weird encounter, I should say, as this has never happened b4 and our office is at diff building&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;On a last note, I still cannot resolve the t-shirt order problem thingy up to now. IT dept can't help. And the guy who's supposedly in charge from the rec club is on-leave today. Deadline is mon, but I got a job out of office tt day. GREAT! &lt;STRONG&gt;$%^*(!~`@#&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>@#$%^&amp;*~</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 12:03:39 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;My job&amp;nbsp; booking for these 2 weeks is suddenly cancelled!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;GRAAAAARRRRHHH!!! @#$%^&amp;amp;*~&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;After few e-mails being sent here and there amongst me, rmt, and my aic [auditor in charge], it seems that the mis-booking is due to some oversight by rmt. Anw, lets not talk abt whose fault it was. The end result will still b the same i.e. me getting bored in office, perhaps entering an acute stage of depression, and bitching abt it in another blog entry&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Luckily, some of my 'cliques' somehow turn up in office yest n today. One has finished her job assignment earlier than expected. Another one suffers the same fate as me-- got her job booking cancelled at last minute notice. So at least I didn't end up being alone in office and rot silently....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Oh, and I felt so pissed off yest (due to the whole job booking cancellation drama) till I decided to stop by ntuc on my way home, and buy lots of cooking ingredients. I was saying to myself that I want to indulge more in cooking these 2 weeks. I shall cook more and more and more..try new recipees..cook smth that needs longer time and more effort; not like the usual practical-and-time-efficient dishes. Anw, i'll be home like super early aft work each day, due to no job bookings. And cooking has always been a hobby to me. It helps me to get rid of unecessary stress/ tension&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Today, me n my colleagues went for the usual-super-duper-early and long lunch break. It was cold and windy, but somehow we just did not bring any single umbrealla with us. We went to Far East square for some Hock Lam beef. Yummy! The beef flavour in the soup is really thick and tasty. I love it!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Realizing tt it had only been abt 45mins since we left office, we decided to go for a walk. We stop by a pushcart selling shoes in one of those alleys in far east square. We tried on some shoes, with HH being the most enthusiastic abt buying one haha...&amp;nbsp; Then my eyes landed on this very nice pair of heels. I'm eyeing on the goldy-white color one *with ribbons, of course, since i'm a lil ribbon freak*, while HH and Tam prefer the velvety-red-purple color version of it. Anw, it's really a &lt;STRONG&gt;VERY &lt;/STRONG&gt;comfortable pair! So cushion-ish, so soft... Too bad the shop owner didn't have my size. Out of curiousity, I just asked how much that pair costs. Guess wad the owner replied.... &lt;STRONG&gt;freaking 79.90 bucks&lt;/STRONG&gt;! I was so shocked till I thought I heard it wrongly. She said it's made of &lt;STRONG&gt;real leather&lt;/STRONG&gt;. No wonder it was so comfy....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;We went back to office aft some more walk around Golden Shoe area and got succesfully wet due to the light rain. I made a mental&amp;nbsp; note to bring umbrella when gg out for lunch tml onwards. Seems like the rainy season is finally here...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Flita.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F172.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Having too much of a thing is always not good</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 12:53:23 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;That's my general principle in life. I always try to strike a balance in all aspects of life. Be it abt work, shopping, fun, or even food. Some say that drinking milk is good for your skin, but if you drink too much milk *like few glasses a day* you could get indigestion or simply get fatter. You probably know that drinking too much coffee is also not good for health. But research shows that drinking a little coffee in the morning aids in brain simulation. It's also best to eat different types of fruits n veggies everyday, so that your body can get different types of vitamins and minerals. You see, it's all about moderation…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Food aside, I'm trying to achieve some moderation in my work life. However, things are beyond my control as for now. I didn't complain when I was unassigned for a week. Having nothing to do in office while still get paid can serve as a nice little break. I can go for an early lunch with my friends, chit-chat, read newspapers, play some excel games, and surf net etc… &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then two weeks passed, and I still live up to my reputation as &quot;stoning queen&quot;. Third week: I'm still totally unassigned. I started to search for alternative activities to make me stay &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;SANE &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;in office. Thanks to my bf's brilliant suggestion of reading e-books. Some novels by my favourite authors managed to keep me sane for another week.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And now, I'm starting my 5th unassigned week!!!!! I can alr memorize the lyrics of all songs in my music folder [including Chinese songs]. I alr read every single blog I know. I've visited all websites I could think of *fyi, some like facebook are blocked by our IT department*. I've also played almost all games in my 2MB game folder. &lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I'm reaching my limit &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#006600 size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Wah, are you still unassigned? So nice! Can relax…&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Errmm…. 1 or 2 weeks unassigned are nice. But after over 1 month, I start to be concerned about my mental health… &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;Okay, call me irritating for bitching about being free in office while getting paid as per normal. But you can try it yourself&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;*if possible* and see if you are still feeling happy by the end of the month. As I said before, having too much of a thing is always not good.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663366 size=2&gt;~ Oh , God, please make me able to hang on till end of this week, somehow. &lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Then I can say bye bye to my off-peak period. I alr have a client waiting for me next week~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;PS:&lt;/STRONG&gt; Soon aft my peak period starts, there will be a post which contains all sorts of complaints abt being too busy at work, doing OT heheee...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Flita.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F170.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Wedding – Nicholas Spark</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 11:03:34 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;I decided to read this book simply because of 2 unrelated reasons. First, I need to find smth to do to stay sane in office during this super-duper boring off-peak period. Second, Nicholas Spark is one of my favorite novelists.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;As I read the first few paragraphs, I alr knew that I will end up declaring this as one of my favorite novels. I seriously think that whether or not you like the novel you are reading has smth to do with timing. It could be that the character in the book undergoes similar situation/ problem that you are facing. It could also be that the author shares the same viewpoint with you, or he provides an answer to the question which has been bothering your mind for long. To me, this novel has them all. Oh! And plus the fact that reading this novel saves me from acute boredom while I'm in office. I can only say that it is the best timing for me to read &lt;EM&gt;&quot;The Wedding&quot;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;As usual, Nicholas Spark never fails to move me. Certain parts of &lt;EM&gt;&quot;The Wedding&quot;&lt;/EM&gt; brought me to tears. But most of it makes me feel like saying &quot;Yes! That's what I'm feeling, too!&quot; Although I'm not currently in the phase of being married for 30 years like Jane [the female lead] does, I do experience&amp;nbsp;similar feeling. You know the typical situation of being attached for few years and feeling like you alr know everything abt &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags&quot; /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; partner and both of you alr done everything possible together. It's like there is&amp;nbsp;*definitely* love and care, but no new chemistry, not much surprises *and I do love surprises every now and then* This book tries to show that even after 30 years of marriage, it's still not too late to rekindle the romance. Just that, you have to try harder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&quot;The Wedding&quot;&lt;/EM&gt; continues few years after the end of &lt;EM&gt;&quot;The Notebook&quot;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp; [another Nicholas Spark' piece which I love]. The plot now revolves around Jane [eldest daughter of Noah] and her husband, Wilson. Unlike Noah and Allie, who was known as the most lovey-dovey old couple by their family and peers, Jane and Wilson do not express their love explicitly. Romanticism had been out of their marriage life for as long as Jane could remember. Being brought up in everyday-is-a-loving-day environment by Noah and Allie, Jane found herself struggling to stay happily married to Wilson who had been taking her love for granted. The final blow came when &lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; completely forgot their 29&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; wedding anniversary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;Nicholas Spark tells the story from &lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;'s point of view. It helps me to understand why many guys find it hard to be romantic up to their female partner's standard. He also laid down the common fact: Women hate it the most when their men forget &quot;certain dates&quot;. You see, &lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; made an honest mistake of forgetting his 29&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; wedding anniversary. He still failed to realize it was his anniversary night even after Jane, his wife, welcomed him back from work with his favorite dishes on the dining table. He then dug his grave deeper by saying &quot;How was your day?&quot; when Jane asked him after dinner whether there was anything he wanted to say that day. It only struck him hard when Jane cried silently on the bed later that night, whispering &quot;happy anniversary...&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;It was really an honest mistake. After getting deeper into the story, you will realize that &lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was not really a bad husband. He's just an unromantic one. He could still recall every single detail on the day he first met Jane. He could also recall many little events that bought the 2 of them closer during the courtship days. The only thing that he didn't do was to show or tell Jane how much he had always loved her. Women basically just need re-assurance. I, myself, was really surprised and touched when my bf remembers little details about our first few days being officially attached. And I have to admit that remembering the anniversary date itself somehow appears to be more important to me. But after reading&lt;EM&gt; &quot;The Wedding&quot;,&lt;/EM&gt; I felt that somehow my point abt remembering the anniversary date and expecting some romantic surprises on that day is justified.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;Like what &lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; finally realized, romance can fade with time although the love is still firmly intact. And he let it to happen. He then understood the importance of making smth special to Jane on their 30&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; anniversary. And he did not only create smth special. He created smth that people around him did not expect him to, even in 100 years to come. It was magnificent! Beyond the term 'romantic'… And it was part of the twist at the end of the novel. I didn't know whether I was too engrossed in the whole story or something, but the twist was a good one to me. I did not really expect it to come that way. And it was a really good surprise. Or should I say a fantastic one?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;So what was the special thing about anniversary? I could say that it is actually just an excuse. A perfect excuse to rekindle the romance with your partner. When each of you is so caught up in your daily routine/ work, you might not have the time to meet with each other so often. Even when you do meet up, you might not have the energy to do anything. If you let this to happen over and over again, maybe you will get used to it. And then a little new excitement may only come shortly before and shortly after you get married. After that, it will be back to the no-excitement life again. You will be even busier with work, which makes anniversary tend to be forgotten. Although you can now meet your partner everyday when you come home from work, there is nothing special. Few quick conversations will be passed on the dining table. Perhaps a little discussion about the children. And that's all. Romance will slip away just like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;Do you really want to fall into this pithole? I don't. That's why I have been trying to make each anniversary a special one. It's not just for a memory keeping sake. It's the only chance to really 'date' your partner once again. To really feel the romance and excitement once again. So why not put your heart into it and make the day special? It's just once a year! Is it really too much to ask for, guys?&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I suppose your partner doesn't ask for a diamond ring for each anniversary. Even just giving a stalk of her favorite flower or arrange a simple romantic dinner on the anniversary day will be enough to make her feel really special and loved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;You can celebrate your birthday with your other friends or your family. You also have the right to celebrate xmas or Easter with anybody you want. But there is only one perfect day to be celebrated with your partner. It's your anniversary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330000&gt;After all, making anniversary a special event may not be only women's thing. After successfully presenting the big surprise to Jane on their 30&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; anniversary, &lt;st1:City w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; told Jane that he didn't do it just for her. He did it for himself, too. He wanted to win her heart back. He wanted himself to be sure that Jane doesn't regret marrying him. &lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;So guys… planning something for your next anniversary yet? =p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;
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      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 11:03:35 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He bought me 5 different flavour of Pie-Kia pies. Yummy! *one of my fave*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He always asks whether I need extra money to buy whatever things I like&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He almost never fails to call me everyday aft office hours. Sometimes just to check whether I've reached home, or just to ask what I'm doing&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He sometimes call during lunch/ after lunch hour just to have a quick chat&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He went to check out the price of some external keyboard at CCK mall for me after work (I've been mentioning that I want to find a cheap external keyboard to replace the faulty wireless one)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He always grins widely, says lots n lots of 'thanks',&amp;nbsp;says that I'm such a nice gf, and kisses me whenever I bring breakfast/ brunch to his place on Sun&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He made an effort to come to my place on our anniversary day though he was super tired from work *he fell asleep at the sofa* =p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He made 1 of my biggest wishlist come true -- a trip to HK together with him&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;...and the list may go on and on...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;He may not be the most romantic guy I've ever met. But he does everything he can to care for me and love me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#000099 size=1&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*Food-whore vs Cam-whore*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#330000 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Happy 3rd anniversary! Luv u as always ^^&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>26 Sept 08 -- it's another birthday</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 08:16:02 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;Last nite, I was at bf's place, celebrating his birthday. There were other guys, all are his friends. We ate, played cards, talked, sang, and of course laughed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;It was fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;But there was smth we talked about that night that caught my attention. You see, they are all working guys. So one of the conversation topics was: the life at their offices. One thing that all the guys agreed to was the fact that they get 'fucked' &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;[pardon the language, as I feel that this word captured the essence of what they talked about tt night]&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; by their superiors all the time. It's like a common fact. A daily routine. Sharks eat smaller fishes who eat planktons and produce shit. Almost all those guys, with the exception of one, are at the 'planktons' level -- almost the bottom of the food chain. The other one guy is the outcast of the whole food chain, the '&quot;shit&quot; level &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;[ I shall not name this person in order to maintain world peace]&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;So, back to the f**king process again. The sharks bully them. And to make the matter worse, some of the sharks belong to certain species category that these guys hate the 2nd most. But in the middle of telling the various terrible bullying incidents, one of the guys brought up the fact that there is 1 good thing the sharks do. That is, to&amp;nbsp;shield the 'planktons' from external force or disturbance like the BIG boss or ppl from other departments, or the external clients. All of the guys who were present that nite, in that CCK's unit, agreed to that 1 good fact. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;I then wonder, in my own deep thought, whether that is just guys' stuff or what. Because, as far as I know, the opposite happens at my working place &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;[note:&amp;nbsp; I am a girl].&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; My 'sharks' are nice creatures and are from the 'correct' species. They taught me stuff I don't understand. They showed me the way to get things done around the office. They taught me certain usefull 'tricks' to my benefits.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;But when it comes to dealing with BIG boss or clients, the sharks won't really protect me. If there is anything wrong with the workpaper that was done by me which makes the BIG boss angry, the sharks would be more than happy to direct the BIG boss' anger to me personally. Why? Because my big fat initials are on that working paper &lt;STRONG&gt;*ta daaah....!*&lt;/STRONG&gt; Everything that we do have to be documented [both manually n electronically] and signed by our initials. That's the standard procedure. So even if some sharks are nice enough to try to shield me from the blame, it wont' be of much difference anw. My initials will still be firmly planted on the black book of my BIG boss&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;Well, then again, maybe this whole thing has nothing to do with gender difference in workforce. Maybe it's the workforce itself. The nature of the job. The different professions.... It's just smth that got me amused for a bit.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;&lt;EM&gt;PS: just for information, the various jobs of the various people mentioned above are: construction engineer, computer engineer, manufacturing-sector engineer, mechanical engineer, and auditor&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Flita.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F168.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>my lovely &amp; funny grandma</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:53:40 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Pas lagi nonton suatu serial drama taiwan di tv bareng sama &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;Mak&lt;/FONT&gt;,&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#006600 size=2&gt;Eh! itu [ nunjuk ke pemeran utama cowok ] kok mirip ama 'konco' [ baca: bf ] mu ya? Mirip khan ya *dgn nada agak maksa dikit*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;Ah, masa' Mak? Ga setinggi itu kok&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#006600 size=2&gt;Oh dia lbh pendek-an? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;He'eh..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#006600 size=2&gt;Tapi muka'e mirip konco mu kok. Tenan! *ber-api2*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;Hahaha.. Biasane khan org blg ''eh org itu mirip bintang film sapa'' gt, bukan kebalikan ne&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;Hehehe.. *Mak mesem2*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=2&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Habis itu, pas chat ama &lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;pacar &lt;/FONT&gt;di yahoo&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;Eh yang, itu lho kata Mak kamu mirip bintang filem taiwan yg ini *sambil &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#660000 size=2&gt;kasih link photonya* [&lt;EM&gt;demi menghindari komentar2 aneh, link nya ga di publish di sini hehe&lt;/EM&gt;]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;Yee... ganteng e aktor itu ga sampe 10% ku kok dibilang mirip&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;Lol. Iya deh, tak-sampein ke Mak =p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#666666 size=2&gt;Menurut buku fave ku, ini lah contoh bedanya antara org melancholist dan phlegmatist saat menerima pujian.. hehe..&amp;nbsp;^__^&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 11:30:50 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;...krn Pak G [ guru nyetir ]&amp;nbsp; mo ngelatih aku parkir di mall2 pas kondisinya lagi sepi. Masyo'oloh... mata ini rasanya ada lem UHU nya pas weker ku bunyi tepat di jam 5.20. Seret. Ga mo dibuka &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Sempet mikir napa matahari kok ga pernah ga denger wekernya di suatu pagi yg indah ya. Khan lmyn kalo matahari terbitnya telat 30menit-an gt. Aku bisa bangun lbh telat &lt;EM&gt;*mohon dimaafkan. Ini contoh pikiran2 ga jelas saat setengah bgn tidur*&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;Anw, dgn roh yg kayaknya baru separuhnya masuk ke badan, aku jalan zig zag ke sofa depan. Duduk. Kepala disandarkan ke blk. Nutup mata. Dan sampailah aku ke Hongkong lagi.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*pet!*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tiba2 impian Hongkong buyar krn suara sandal mama. Skrg roh udah 3/4 masuk ke badan. Mulai melayang2 ke kamar mandi, cuci muka, sikat gigi blah blah... &lt;EM&gt;*ampun, air di Malang kok kalo pagi dingin nya amit2*&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;Stlh melakukan bbrp ritual, dan nelen 1 potong roti ciffon [ini nama roti nulisnya gmn sih?], aku siap tempur. Jam 6 &lt;STRIKE&gt;tet &lt;/STRIKE&gt;pas, Pak G datang. Acara nyetir dimulai. Menu hari ini: blj parkir, blj jalan &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;pelan2&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; [seolah2 lg macet] di jalan menanjak tanpa 'ngglundhung' dan &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;tanpa pake rem&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; *edhan*, plus blj U-turn di daerah menanjak/ menurun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;Singkat kata, syukur setengah mati masih selamat sampe pulang ke rmh. 1 sepeda motor hampir keserempet pas U-turn dikarenakan dia ndiri yg pake sistem 'nekat' dan aku pas dlm kondisi tegang tak-terkontrol&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#003300 size=2&gt;PS: Pak G ini disewa buat ngajarin aku nyetir ampe bener2 isa. &lt;STRIKE&gt;Ngajar sekali, bayar sepuasnya &lt;/STRIKE&gt;Bayar sekali ngajar sepuasnya sampe bener2 bisa. Mo 1 minggu kek, 3 bulan kek, dia siap ladenin! Ini bener2 good deal, 'gang dao' nya tmn mama tuh. Moga2 aja dia ga muntah darah ngajarin aku hehe...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Flita.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F166.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 13:48:11 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;We were totally set on watching kungfu panda long long time ago. Probably when the movie were still in the process of being made.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;Now almost everyone ard us have alr watched the movie. Except us. &lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;I'm&lt;/FONT&gt; back home in Indo. &lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;He's&lt;/FONT&gt; in Singapore. The movie is still showing in both Sg and Indo. So why are we not watching it at this very second?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#682860 size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666&gt;Mid may&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;Hmm..&amp;nbsp;kungfu panda is scheduled to be released on 6 June! I'll&amp;nbsp;just go back to Indo after that, then. So we can watch it together&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;Okay!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;MH: Omg! U two are so into the movie is it?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;Nearing end of May&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;HOW? Dad insists that I go back to Indo on 1st June. He'll scold me if I say I want to wait till I watch kungfu panda. I've got to find some excuses to postpone the flight!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;It's okay lah. Just go back home first. We can donwload or buy the dvd and watch it later when u're back in Sg&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;But then&lt;STRONG&gt;... &lt;/STRONG&gt;I don't want to go back so fast anyway&lt;STRONG&gt;...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;..&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Don't know what exactly went thru' our mind that time. But in the end I bought the 1st june ticket. And we agreed on not watching it until I'm back in Sg. So that we can watch it together.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Up to this moment, 2 people alr asked me to watch kungfu panda with them at Surabaya. Almost all his friends and flatmates have alr watched the movie and told him the plot bit by bit. Now he already can picture the whole movie without watching it. It must be a real struggle for him to hold on to the promise. I bet this is even harder than the struggle of getting shit out of one's ass after 1 week of constipation &lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Thanks for allowing&amp;nbsp;my childish&amp;nbsp;behaviour to take control&amp;nbsp;*grinz*. I promise the same thing. No matter what, I will only watch the movie with u when I'm back in Sg. Even if my cousin burns me the dvd and put it before my eyes, I'll not touch it !&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/206669/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Flita.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F165.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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