<?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-7355947985336772744</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:30:39.542+08:00</updated><category term='love confession'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='self portrait'/><category term='courting'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='love'/><category term='chinchilla'/><category term='life'/><category term='couple'/><title type='text'>Sizzling Poison</title><subtitle type='html'>About My Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-5268026933600546520</id><published>2010-01-03T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:34:25.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did during 2 weeks of leave</title><content type='html'>Well, with the Singapore seas are my limit, I dont have much of a choice. I have to make the most of my time here in my homeland. So these are what I did during my 2 weeks of leave from 19 Dec(Sat) to 3 Jan(Sun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Dec (Sat)&lt;/strong&gt; - Went fishing at ECP and Changi with Ahmad and Oreo. Caught a small fish, but we let it go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Dec (Sun)&lt;/strong&gt; - Went to Jurong Point with Ahmad and Raden. Since we stayed in the east, we decided to explore the west! I did some nice shopping, watched movie, and had dinner at Bukit Timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Dec (Mon)&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahmad was on leave. We went to GV Vivo Gold Class to watch Avatar. It was a 3hr movie, which we felt was worth paying for Gold Class tickets! It is $28 on weekdays compared to $36 on weekends! Went to the paint shop with Ahmad to select colours to paint our rooms! Played with my cutest nephew when I got home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 Dec (Tues)&lt;/strong&gt; - Sent my aunt for her check up. Yeap, took us the whole day! Went to sleep right after I stepped my foot home! Woke up and played with my nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 Dec (Wed)&lt;/strong&gt; - I ironed all my washed clothes. It was really a lot of clothes. Over 50+ pieces! Some clothes were really challenging, I must say! When it was all over, played with my nephew again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Dec (Thurs)&lt;/strong&gt; - Spent some time at the beach alone, just enjoying the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. Some really 'ME' time. Then met my Ahmad and a couple of his friends. We went prawn fishing! It was interesting for all of us aas it was our first time! We BBQ-ed the prawns ALIVE and ate immediately! Yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Dec (Fri)&lt;/strong&gt; - Christmas. Went out to lunch and relax with Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Dec (Sat)&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahmad and I painted my room. Just managed to complete the white coat. We then cleaned up and headed to Indochine at Wisma to chill out while listening to the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Dec (Sun)&lt;/strong&gt; - Continued painting my room; colour this time. We then headed to my dear Christina's crib for Christmas dinner! Yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Dec (Mon)&lt;/strong&gt; - Our 5yr 10mths anniversary! We spent it painting Ahmad's room. After which we were supposed to go out, but he slept on my couch after my 15mins shower! Poor guy. He was too tired. I was too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 Dec (Tues)&lt;/strong&gt; - Sent my mum to the polyclinic for her check up, then went to NTUC for grocery shopping. Had a quick lunch at home and went to Ahmad's place to clean his super messy room! He has a whole pail of perfumes!!!!! When we were about to go out, his cousin called in need of help as he was stuck at the expressway due to a shortage of petrol. So we came to the rescue. We then went for dinner and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Dec (Wed)&lt;/strong&gt; - Sent my mum to the polyclinic for another test. Prepared all the BBQ stuff for the next day. Includes all utensils, food, etc. I then became a couch potato, watching tv and munching tidbits on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 Dec (Thurs)&lt;/strong&gt; - Went to Changi Beach to our booked BBQ pit around 5pm. We pitched up our tents and heat up the pit. The boys went to prepare themselves for fishing, while we gals cooked. When it was new year, I walked over to my love, and gave him a kiss. I accompanied him mostly. We got home about 10am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Jan (Fri)&lt;/strong&gt; - My long break was ending. I got home around 10am, which I then cleaned up and took a nap for about an hour. I then got up and met Ahmad for lunch. I then went for a nice hour of massage. It was really good. My body was aching from all the painting and heavy BBQ stuff. I got home and slept soundly like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Jan (Sat)&lt;/strong&gt; - Was at home most of the time. Ahmad wanted to go for a massage as well after hearing that I was so relaxed after my massage the previous day. So I went for another full body massage with Ahmad in a couple's room. We then headed down to the most interesting chalet ever! It was a huge bungalow with great sea view! There was a DJ, complete with lights, those smoke effects thingy, and loads of drinks. Dance space was more than enough too. It was a club in a chalet! Ahmad and I didnt really participate in the dancing. We just chill out and enjoy the view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Jan (Sun)&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh, its the last day. I touched up the paint in my room, went out for dinner with my bro and his little family, packed my stuff for work tomorrow, and write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it went by pretty fast. I cant say what was the highlight of it all. My aim was to  enjoy simple things like fishing, painting, movies, shopping and dinners. I will be starting school in a couple of weeks. Soon, I will not have time for most of these activities! Ahmad, I am sure is not prepared for the changes. But I am sure we will get through it. So its off to work soon. So I got to force myself to sleep now!!! Nitez!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-5268026933600546520?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/5268026933600546520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=5268026933600546520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5268026933600546520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5268026933600546520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-did-during-2-weeks-of-leave.html' title='What I did during 2 weeks of leave'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-5474343949778129232</id><published>2009-11-09T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:26:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Sepang (24-25 Oct)</title><content type='html'>On 24th October, I went to Sepang, Malaysia with my boyfriend, his 3 relatives. We met at around 630am and made our way there. We drove for about 4hours to Sepang, where we bought our tickets and walked around. I let my boyfriend take pictures with the Grid Gals. Take picture only! No touching! hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought lanyards, I just bought ice cream. I am just there coz my boyfriend is there. Not really interested in Moto GP. At this one point of time, my boyfriend was busy trying to take pictures of the racers during their autograph session. I was squeezed in the crowd. I had some super horrible experiences being squeezed in a crowd, so Ahmad held me close with one hand, and another hand snapping the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once done, we headed back to the car and drove off to our hotel. It was an appartment with 2 bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. I booked it in advance online at just S$120! Cheap eh! Importantly, it is clean, and around the embassy area which was pretty quiet! I unpacked, ironed and showered while the rest went to get some lunch. After  lunch, we all took a short nap, after which we headed to the city for shopping. We then headed to Petaling Street. I didnt like the place, coz I dont believe in buying fake luxury items. Dont get me wrong, I cant really afford the luxury items too, thats why I just have a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after some hot sweaty shopping at Petaling St, we had our dinner at a road side stall. Of all days, the seafood chef had to be away, so our choices were limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a cab back to our hotel, showered, then chill in the living room and played poker cards. Ahmad never lost a game! Around 1am, our eyes were rolling. Bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, woke up at 9am for breakfast, which was just so-so. Showered, packed and chill out till noon, when its time to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sepang straight. The GPS pointed us to use minor road which cut through some Kampung area, and the roads were one lane, and a lot of bends. It took us about an hour to reach, opposed to 30mins we took from Sepang to the hotel the day before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking was terrible. Everyone just parked anywhere. We had to park on this patch of land which was a bit muddy. OK lah, about 20mins walk to the circuit park. We had no idea how we were going to get out later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were in, we tried to get some food. They had this funny system where you have to buy the coupons for food, then you can go buy the food. It is really silly. Both coupon and food stall queues were crazily long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the grandstand. No seats! We sat at the side of the stairs. Then it rained for a good half an hour and the race was delayed. People from the first row got up from their seats. When the rain was not so heavy, we sat at the first row!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the race was over, we got out to the car and waited for awhile before we could find a way out of the parking maze. We had one stop at melaka for dinner. I went to eat some noodles while the rest went to A&amp;amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we were home by around midnight. So exhausting... next time, we should go for 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: tried to upload pics, but its too slow. Pics are in my facebook!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-5474343949778129232?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/5474343949778129232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=5474343949778129232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5474343949778129232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5474343949778129232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-sepang-24-25-oct.html' title='Trip to Sepang (24-25 Oct)'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-862072235398619482</id><published>2009-09-21T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:39:27.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so happy Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Hari Raya is a day where families get together, talk crap, laugh our asses off, eat loads of great food, tease each other, etc.&lt;br /&gt;For my family this year, nothing of that sort. On the eve in the morning, my mum had a stroke. Its bleeding in her brain, and her high blood pressure is not helping. Her right arm can barely move, and she now has slurring speech.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out bout her having a stroke, I just dropped and cried. I couldnt take it. My mother has had 3 major cancers in her life. The second one caused her to loose her sight and the ability to hear on her left ear. The last one, caused her to loose her left bust.&lt;br /&gt;What I think of most is, she is blind, partially deaf, unable to speak properly and partially immobile. She has lost almost all ability of communication. Her speech and whatever is left of her hearing is her companion. Without them, she has nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;She cant eat for now, else she may choke.&lt;br /&gt;So much is going on for her now. I cant take how pityful she is.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, only us, the siblings went visiting to the important houses. We definately visited Mumsie to salam her and ask for forgiveness like any normal Hari Raya. We took a family picture without her. My dad was too upset to do anything, so he didnt follow us.&lt;br /&gt;The great thing is, after so many years, I can still see so much love in my Dad's eyes for my mother. After so much that they have gone through, all the challenges, they are still really in love.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do now is, to pray for all the best.&lt;br /&gt;For friends and relatives who wants to visit her, please do so when she is home. This is because of the hospital's 2 visitors per patient policy, and also her blood pressure. Whenever she meets someone new, she will cry all over again, and her blood pressure will go up. This is for her health too. Hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-862072235398619482?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/862072235398619482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=862072235398619482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/862072235398619482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/862072235398619482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-so-happy-hari-raya.html' title='Not so happy Hari Raya'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2765866522322708704</id><published>2009-09-15T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:53:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 23rd Burfdae!!!</title><content type='html'>On 11th September 1030pm, I woke up from my 1 hr nap. Grabbed the towel, headed for the shower. about 20mins later, i was walking from the bathroom to my room and was surprised to see Sya  just entered my house. She said she was having some problems and stuff.. (hmmmm....).&lt;br /&gt;So she went into my room with me while I got ready. I was getting ready pretty slow as I still had lots of time. Planned to meet Ahmad at 1135pm at my void deck. I was just puttin on my powder when she turned on music on her handphone (this is very fishy-i heard some sound on the outside too).&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly ard 1110pm, she asked me to go down with her cause her fiancee was waiting downstairs. I told her to ask him to hold on for 5-10mins more. I just wanted to put on some decent eyeshadow and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;She went hysterical! She said all sorts of things, even this one sentence that I cannot forget, "I am so stressed now that I have started smoking! I wanna do down to smoke!". Then the last one she said was, "I am thirsty. I am a guest and I want a drink!" I was like.. fine... but still, something smells!&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door, there was my dear boyfriend and his friends in my living room!!! The lights were turned off, and a huge choc cake with litted candles!!!&lt;br /&gt;I slammed the door shut as I was barely dressed! Hopped into a pair of jeans, and swam through a top. Quickly painted my eyeliner, comb through some hair cream into my very wet hair, and out I went! :P I had my 45mins early bday song :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh! my dad... he gave me a butcher's knife to cut the cake!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went back to my room to make myself look more like a lady, and dashed out to a beach bar at Pasir Ris Park.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the rest of my bf's friends at the carpark at Pasir Ris Park, he gave me a hard rose. I asked... "Why is is so hard". Meant it as a small joke.. He said.. "Why hard?" He took it.. and opened it!&lt;br /&gt;I was a neckalce! He showed me that he engraved both our names on it. He put it on, and said, "I will always be with you no matter what"... I could just melt ok! I gave him a big hug... :)&lt;br /&gt;We just chilled out for awhile with some finger food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2765866522322708704?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2765866522322708704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2765866522322708704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2765866522322708704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2765866522322708704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-23rd-burfdae.html' title='My 23rd Burfdae!!!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-6063138147097562816</id><published>2009-09-09T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:45:46.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ahmad and I are total opposites. He believes in taking things as it comes; plan today for today and tomorrow is a new day. On the other hand, I believe, tomorrow is a result of what you do today. So if you do today wrong, you’ll face the consequence tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mental foundation in each of us is the basic logic we think for every decision made. For the past 5.5 years, we have argued, cried, love and laugh at our differences. Are differences in relationship an issue? Some people say opposites attract. Others say, similarity allows you to flow together breezily. Which is which now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, there have been many arguments lately that have resulted to tears. We are still together now. We trust, forgive and love each other a lot, no doubt. But how will it be in the future? Is it enough? We lack understanding. How do we make up for it? Its like a door with multiple locks. The ‘key’ to ‘understanding’ is missing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cant understand me well enough to know my needs without being told. I know he is doing his best. So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him. We will find the missing 'key' somehow. I have a couple of ideas in mind... Some couple activity I am going to try out... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-6063138147097562816?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/6063138147097562816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=6063138147097562816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6063138147097562816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6063138147097562816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/09/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-5795527000425377377</id><published>2009-08-11T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:04:00.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>(Pictures later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(8th Aug)&lt;br /&gt;Met my Courts ex colleagues at Jurong Point. I was lost!!! Jurong is freaking huge! We had lunch at Anjappar. The indian cuisine was nice, but I couldnt eat much as I need space for my other 2 invitations! It was really nice to catch up on old times, and updates on the changes since I left. Some people really dont change! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Point is really huge! I couldnt help but walk around, fingers itched to shop! I bought this really huge pair of hoop earrings which damages $15 in my wallet. Further up ahead, this make up shop was selling mineral make-up products. I was really amazed with it and spent $120 for 2 items. I demanded for a free eyeshadow. hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the damage to my wallet, I drove to Tampines for Ahmad's friend's wedding. It was right at Ahmad's void deck. Met some of his secondary school girl friends. We then proceeded to his friend's engagement in Bedok. Saw Sya's mum. As the "groom's" mum is her friend. Then Ahmad said.. "Nenek"... I was like.. "Nenek siapa?". To my amazement... he said.. "Nenek I!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family was there! Apparently, his parents just left, and his aunts, cuzzies and granny was there. I am already so shy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we proceeded to Changi Village to get his fishing equipments, then proceeded to Simpang Bedok. We chilled out for awhile, then took a drive to no where as we had no plans at all. Yeah, I know, a waste of petrol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the afternoon, wash up, watch TV, had lunch, TV again, sleep. Then woke up, washed up a bit, went out to get ingredients. Got home, started baking muffins and watch the NDP on tv. Once done, whipped up a simple dinner for myself, then more TV. Ahmad was out watching soccer. I was so bored, I just booked a movie and went to watch it alone at TM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;It was picnic day! Also, raining day. But its ok, it was just slight drizzle by the time we got there. It was cool and so comfy. After I had the fried noodles, I lay down in Ahmad's arms and almost dozed off! I just chilled out, enjoying the cool sand and breeze and Ahmad's body warmth. I went for some walks with the other gals and chatted away. Oh! I am so glad they liked my Muffins! By 9+pm, We wrapped it up and left. Ahmad went to my place to play with my super cute nephew! Then we re-joined some of them in Simpang Bedok. Ahmad went for Karaoke, and I went to Dreamland...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-5795527000425377377?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/5795527000425377377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=5795527000425377377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5795527000425377377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5795527000425377377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-weekend.html' title='National Day Weekend'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-6092939777185625770</id><published>2009-08-04T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:51:43.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Updates</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry I havent been updating my blog. Pretty surprised to know ppl do follow it! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I went for an interview at UniSIM for a Degree in Business Analytics. Guess what??? I GOT IN!!! Kidding me, right?! Which means, I need new bags, stationeries, files, lots of papers, clothes... :P and lastly a new laptop-not decided yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that my life is pretty plain and I need to pamper myself more. I will go for facials more frequently, jog and some light shopping! Anyways, I have more time for myself these few days. My bf has been busy working. No, I am not complaining. I miss him, but he has to work to save up to marry me! He is taking all the OT he can get :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be super tight next year on when school starts. Physically, and financially. I have to also save for my wedding and studies! And I tend to snack a lot when I study or do assignments! Ouh.. the WEIGHT!!! Well, once the wedding is over, I'll have a new life. When my Degree is over, I will hopefully get a much better salary. So... suffer now, enjoy later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can do it well! Actually pretty excited about going back to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aug, I seem to be busy with gatherings! My ex-Cisco colleages, ex HP friends, farewell dinner,friends gathering and ex-schoolmates. Pretty excited to see the old faces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-6092939777185625770?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/6092939777185625770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=6092939777185625770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6092939777185625770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6092939777185625770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-updates.html' title='New Updates'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4688912055862007381</id><published>2009-06-15T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:40:24.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Like a Muscle</title><content type='html'>Just like when you wanna tone up your body, 'no pain, no gain'. Love is like that. We argue a lot. But at the end of the day, we tell each other we still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends around us are having some rough times now. When I look at them, it reminds me of how we used to be. We used to easily ask for a break up over the tiniest weeniest stuffs. The second we broke up seemed easy. 1 second later, the pain rushes in. 1 minute later, your cheeks are all wet from the fountain of pain. 1 hour later, you just wanna take it all back. You see, the after effect of a break up is always harder than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you think of your loved one with another person and when you are replaced. Imagine someone else holding, kissing, hugging, wispering loving words your loved one. Imagine it. The pain is 10 times harder than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, breaking up does not solve the problem. It just murders the relationship. Even if anyone has to break up, they have to solve it and agree that it is the best solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are complicated as everyone has flaws!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4688912055862007381?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4688912055862007381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4688912055862007381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4688912055862007381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4688912055862007381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-like-muscle.html' title='Love is Like a Muscle'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-7276432757181124946</id><published>2009-06-07T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:41:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Only Day in June</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the only day we can spend the whole day together for this month. For the next 3 weeks, he will be working 7 days a week! This week, he only had yesterday off. He wants to work to save up money to marry me! So sweet, aint it? But I really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday he fetched me at 2pm and accompanied me for my wax appointment. Then we headed to Marina to catch a movie, "Terminator...". Walked around to find a birthday present for my brother. Ended up getting him a Lacoste polo shirt. Then we snuggled and talked bout our future plans. When our stomach was rumbling, we went for dinner. We had nothing to do. We passed by a durian stall at upper changi road and sat by the road side eating durian! I was so full!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still didnt want to go home. So we went for a game of pool at Parkway. He beat me in all three games!!! It was like old times. We played pool a lot for our dates before he proposed. Our first date, we played pool, actually. I used to seduce him so he'll miss his aim. Now, he has been seeing me for more than 5yrs that it doesnt bother him anymore! Well, the difference btw 5yrs ago and now, is that he is wants to marry me now, because we really love each other now. That is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have a day-long date with him soon. I am missing him already :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-7276432757181124946?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/7276432757181124946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=7276432757181124946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7276432757181124946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7276432757181124946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-only-day-in-june.html' title='Our Only Day in June'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4888058179619966514</id><published>2009-06-01T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:00:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sticky Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;29 May (fri)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... waited for this day for a very long time! Always wanted to meet my Courts colleagues! They were as fun as ever! We had it at Tiffany's place. The bbq was at a sky garden in Punggol. Clean place with easy access to her house. Miss them all! Some of the loved people:&lt;br /&gt;Yenny, the sweet gal.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy, the boob squeezer.&lt;br /&gt;Chris, the cool mother.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, the perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Yusoff, the young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Faridz, the cute and crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, people! You have made my life in Courts a super memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing up, I met Ahmad at the void deck and went to TM to catch a movie 'Night at the Museum 2'. We headed home straight as we both were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30 May (sat)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bbq gathering. This time, my secondary school friends! It was held at one of the girls's gorgeous bungalow! So nice as well to chat about the old times! Those days where people were shocked by my sudden image change, the girls played truant(except me), how I was not caught by the lioness discupline mistress for short skirt and coloured hair!&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone is doing pertty good. One is a sales girl, another working in a bank, another gorgeous one flying with SIA, and another helping mum out with her restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, another bbq-sticky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear Ahmad fetched me from my friend's house, and I accompanied him for supper with his friends. We didnt hang out for long before it came to his attention that a friend of his was heart broken. So our night together ended there and I went to meet my sis for some drinks at ECP. Got home ard 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;31 May (sun)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to cook tulang(bone marrow curry steak) for my neighbour who was having a maulut on that morning. Once done, I washed up a bit, and went back to catch on my sleep! Then I woke up in the late afternoon and ironed a bunch of clothes. At 6pm, my sis and I were out of the house towards House of Javanese for a long needed massage!  It was so nice, but i still feel some pain on my body. The massue said that my body was really tense. Well, I havent had a proper massage for almosta year! Perhaps I should go again next month. Still feel some wind in my body that needs to be out!&lt;br /&gt;After the massage, we went to Gelare for an ice cream waffle! I know, its a sin! After having our full, we headed home. I soaked my tired legs in hot water and watched tv. At around midnight, I met Ahmad at my void deck, then headed to a park near simpang bedok. We just need some quiet time together. He misses me as we didnt really meet up much last week for a quiet time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4888058179619966514?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4888058179619966514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4888058179619966514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4888058179619966514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4888058179619966514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/06/sticky-weekend.html' title='The Sticky Weekend'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-7045067951737914849</id><published>2009-05-25T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:47:59.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Starts Work ToD@Y!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo happy and really thankful he found a job! Though it is not a fancy position, it is still a job. This marks a new thing for us. Our future! It is now, that we start saving up for our future together. It is happening! Today, he is having orientation 8:30am-5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr onwards, we will spend lesser time together. He will be working from 2:45pm all the  way to 11:15pm. We can just meet up for supper for about an hour or so which I will then need to sleep! I just wish him all the best, really.Nvm, the lesser we meet, the more money we will save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-7045067951737914849?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/7045067951737914849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=7045067951737914849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7045067951737914849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7045067951737914849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-starts-work-tody.html' title='He Starts Work ToD@Y!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4576833150201140056</id><published>2009-05-20T09:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:05:52.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Baby Daz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Daz, pronounced as 'Dash', has been with my family since birth. He was one of the twins of my first two Chinchillas. He is the smartest of the 5 we had. He is bout almost 5yrs old now. I love him so much. He listens to especially my aunt who takes care of him with so much love, kindness and warmth. She talks to him a lot, pamper him with loads of tidbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cleaning his cage, he will often jump out, and run into the living room! All my aunt had to do was say... "Dash! In!... In!" and point to the kitchen. He will adorably run into the kitchen and wait to the right of his cage, waiting for the next instruction. My aunt will then say, "In" a couple of times, and he will jump right in. He is so smart, isnt he? In the morning, he will stand on the left front corner of his cage, showing his pitiful 'I-want-tid-bit-please' face! This is a standard routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cage is placed in the kitchen of my aunt's house. My aunt will be very quiet when entering the kitchen, afraid if our little angel will wake up(He is nocturnal, by the way). But most of the time, she is unsuccessful! He is my aunt's companion as she lives alone, and me(more than half of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to go. My aunt will be baby sitting my nephew. Since my brother has asthma, they were afraid the baby will have it too. Chinchilla's fur is so fine, that they were afraid that he would breathe it in and it would cause trouble. Our Daz had to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, his new owner came. I couldnt let him go. I kissed and hugged him good bye. Daz didnt know what was going on, I am sure. My aunt touched him gently, telling him not to me 'tottie' (naughty). The moment the new owner left the house, I ran to my room and sobbed. Ahmad was there to comfort me. My Daz was gone. I couldnt take it. Really, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my aunt holding back her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we walk into the kitchen, it will be automatic for us to look to our left, where Daz's cage was. But this time, its just an empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was leaving my aunt's to go home, I looked at aunt. She looked like she was going to break down any moment. She said she misses Daz. He was a really good boy. He listens to her every time. He will turn to her whenever she calls his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daz is one of the best things that has happened in my life. I really hope his new owner will take care of him well. Love, care and talk to our baby as we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4576833150201140056?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4576833150201140056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4576833150201140056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4576833150201140056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4576833150201140056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby-daz.html' title='My Baby Daz'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2854842971300368616</id><published>2009-05-15T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:44:07.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans plans plans...</title><content type='html'>What should I do this weekend? Tonight, I will be going out with Ahmad and his friends to celebrate the birthdays of 2 birthday boys. After that, perhaps we will chill around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will be going to Sentosa again with Ahmad and another couple. This time, hopefully it is sunny! Ahmad wants to tan. Perhaps I will be jogging. He wont allow me to wear my bikini in front of his friends. But I feel like I would love to soak myself in the sea water! It is good for the skin! Perhaps I will throw on a t-shirt and shorts. Lets see how tomorrow. After tanning, we will be going to the Singapore Flyer. There is some motor event there. Not sure what will be the plan after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, so far no plans. Perhaps I will be visiting my nephew at my aunt's place as they will be sleeping over there to let the little boy familiarise with the place. My aunt will be baby sitting him when Thara starts work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash flow is pretty bad this month. Its only half the month and I am broke! I splurged bout $600 on Ahmad's birthday pit! It was worth it tho! Hope I can survive till end month! Pay day... please come my way fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2854842971300368616?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2854842971300368616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2854842971300368616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2854842971300368616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2854842971300368616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-plans-plans.html' title='Plans plans plans...'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4084214220256139890</id><published>2009-05-12T10:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:35:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Up The Long Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334773377538413298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SgjsHz1jUvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HaQombQyNVs/s320/P1020972.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the last day of my long weekend. I enjoyed the first three quarters of the day. I dont want to talk bout the last quarter! It was nice as most people were working. I had my compulsory off in lieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I fetched Ahmad early in the morning. He wanted to sun tan, while I sun block! He was so smart! Dont know to bring extra clothes to swim with me! So, we reached around 8+. At about 10, it started to drizzle! We chilled out at a cafe and have some finger food. We decided to wash up around noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were lost. Not sure what to do. So I decided to drive around anywhere in Sentosa. We ended up in Imbiah. It has several attractions. We decided to go for the Luge! We bought tickets that has 2 rides to the Luge and the Sky ride. The Luge was fun, but I wish the track was longer! Ahmad complained I was going too fast! When we were going back via the Sky Ride, Ahmad was afraid! He is a pussy for heights! hahahaha....! Half way through, it drizzled! Plus, there was lightning! We decided to take a break at Coffee Bean. There, we bumped into Ahmad's Secondary school friend! They chatted, so I chatted with his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775100191063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SgjtsFN8vTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EfzILx4JikA/s320/P1020991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When the rain stopped, they also bought a tic to the Luge. After the Luge, we headed to Desperados. It is a stimulation of some cowboy shooting game. while shooting, the 'horse-like' chair we were sitting on, was moving! For both rounds, Ahmad got first, and I got second! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the island after that. Chilled out at ECP and headed home. It was a fun and tiring day! That wraps up my long holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4084214220256139890?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4084214220256139890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4084214220256139890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4084214220256139890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4084214220256139890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrapping-up-long-weekend.html' title='Wrapping Up The Long Weekend!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SgjsHz1jUvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HaQombQyNVs/s72-c/P1020972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-3860057449344340867</id><published>2009-05-10T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:20:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Weekend is Ending</title><content type='html'>Today is already Sunday. Tmr is the last day of holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, on Sat, I went jogging with Darling, Fadhil and Raden. Then went home to take a shower and a nap. Woke Ahmad up around 5pm and we met up to take a walk in town. Its been like ages since we've been there! We were with his friends. Bumped into my brother, along with Thara and Kaif twice in Taka! We headed to Al Ameen for supper. Ahmad sent me home, then re-joined his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were supposed to go Sentosa in the morning, but the weather permitted us! So we slept in. I woke up and helped my mum to cook, played with Kaif, then went out and meet ahmad to grab some gifts for my mum. I went home and I am currently watching my Korean drama. Writing this blog as I am waiting for it to load! Later I will be heading to Simpang Bedok with my sis for dinner....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that tomorrow will be sunny(not too sunny lah!). Ahmad and I plan to go to Sentosa, just the 2 of us! He wants to tann. I just want the sand and sea! Well, at least I am there when he shows off his big, buff and hunky body!!! Hahahahaha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-3860057449344340867?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/3860057449344340867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=3860057449344340867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3860057449344340867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3860057449344340867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-long-weekend-is-ending.html' title='My Long Weekend is Ending'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-721897057216454863</id><published>2009-05-08T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:55:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend... Wats my plan?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... long weekend. Fri night all the way to Monday. Thanks to Vesak day on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am at a pool hall in Marine Parade with Ahmad and his friends. Raden is sitting beside me, laughing at me writing my blog. Giggling like a mad guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, perhaps I will head to ECP for a jog with Ahmad and Fadhil. After that, I will be going out to buy Mothers' Day gift. What should I get???!!! Sun, is Ahmad's family day. Monday, perhaps spend the day in the gym, working out all the tidbits I have been munching at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the longer weekend last week, this week is more relaxed... Well, I will just have to see what happens this weekend! It is just the beginning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-721897057216454863?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/721897057216454863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=721897057216454863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/721897057216454863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/721897057216454863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-weekend-wats-my-plan.html' title='Long Weekend... Wats my plan?'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-3465547102552645161</id><published>2009-05-04T16:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:45:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahmad's 24th Bdae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/Sf6kayz708I/AAAAAAAAADo/TIdGYnCsVL0/s1600-h/P1020794-crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331879789076403138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/Sf6kayz708I/AAAAAAAAADo/TIdGYnCsVL0/s320/P1020794-crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th April 2009 (Thursday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on his actual birthday. Couldnt take leave as I was still under my first three months probation. I told him I was working late. Actually, I went home to change into some nice clothes, went to TM and bought him a cake. (Earlier that day, I went to Vivo during lunch and bought him a pair of 3/4 jeans from Desigual.) I then went to his house, lit the candles, and called him to open the door. So he opened the door and there I was, standing with the cake with lighted candles! He made a wish, and asked me to blow it out together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd May 2009 (Saturday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/Sf6l8kubY6I/AAAAAAAAADw/vQ4buv72rgg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331881468922389410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/Sf6l8kubY6I/AAAAAAAAADw/vQ4buv72rgg/s320/Copy+of+Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening before, I was so busy buying all the ingredients and marinating them, that I didnt have time to meet him, not even have my dinner. By the time I was done, it was 1am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day, I did the following things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fetch Raden&lt;br /&gt;2. Take cupcakes at Jurong East in the morning&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy other necessities and finger food.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went home to pack everything and squeeze in the car&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to my Kembangan house to take pasta and jelly&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to Raden's house to take fried noodles&lt;br /&gt;7. Went to Bedok Corner to take the satay&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to Changi Beach to put the stuff at the pit.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cleaned the pit area&lt;br /&gt;10. Went home to shower and wait for Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;11. Drove Ahmad to the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad thought it was a picnic outing with my friends. Around 6 of us only. So when he reached, he asked where my friends were, and I pointed to the pit! He cant see far, so he confidently said, who are they? I dont know them and was about to get angry till we were close enough for him to recognise his friends! Somehow, everyone didnt know what to say and majority kept quiet. I said 'Happy Birthday Syg!' and I gave him a kiss on his big broad shoulder! He was pretty stunned! he hugged me from the back and thanked me (that feeling was so nice!). Then, I topped his surprise by showing him the cake! It was a Man U design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I estimated about 30-40 people to turn up. But I can safely say, bout 50 or more came! I was very pleased with the turn out! The food was just enough! A little bit of balance, but it is ok. At about 2am, the sky was super red, wind was blowing pretty strong, and we saw lightning. Received a call from one of our friends, saying that it was pouring in Pasir Ris! We quickly shifted to a nearby shelter and dragged the tent near the shelter. Then the rain came down with stong wind! I was in the tent with 2 other girls. The rest outside were DRENCHED! Some covered themselves with garbage bags! Hahahaha.. what a sight! My poor darling was wet too. Despite the rain, they made a pit out of the aluminium tray and continued barbequing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was drizzling, we chilled out for awhile, and packed up about almost 5am. Literally, his good friends were there through rain and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for coming and making it a memorable day! Those of you who came and would like the collage attached above, please let me know. I can pass them to you! Thank you all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad, happy birthday to my hunky boyfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-3465547102552645161?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/3465547102552645161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=3465547102552645161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3465547102552645161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3465547102552645161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahmads-24th-bdae.html' title='Ahmad&apos;s 24th Bdae!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/Sf6kayz708I/AAAAAAAAADo/TIdGYnCsVL0/s72-c/P1020794-crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-575302302265053496</id><published>2009-04-14T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:13:29.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (13 April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 - Received call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad was sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (was shiverring and had fever, like my mum 2 days back)&lt;br /&gt;1030 - Boss confirmed I can go home&lt;br /&gt;1035 - Rushed to take cab home&lt;br /&gt;1100 - Got out of the house and drove to CGH&lt;br /&gt;1115 - Regestered at A&amp;amp;E&lt;br /&gt;1145 - Got into the Doc Room (doc said its normal flu. FOOH!)&lt;br /&gt;1200 - Queue for med&lt;br /&gt;1215 - Visit mum at Ward 18&lt;br /&gt;1315 - Brought dad to Simpang for lunch&lt;br /&gt;1345 - Got home and fed dad medicine&lt;br /&gt;1400 - Went to my Kbgn hm to take my work clothes&lt;br /&gt;1425 - Found out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Melker is sick too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1430 - Went supermarket to buy groceries&lt;br /&gt;1500 - Got home only to realise my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;front right tyre is FLAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (called my brother who said he will come later to look at it)&lt;br /&gt;1530 - Cut fruits and prepare ingredients for dinner&lt;br /&gt;1600 - Work from home&lt;br /&gt;1800 - Start to cook dinner&lt;br /&gt;1900 - Took dad's temp (38.2!) then asked him to eat dinner (which didnt finish)&lt;br /&gt;1930 - Fed dad medicine and put ice on his forehead&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Went down to see the car with abang&lt;br /&gt;2045 - Took dad's temp (37.3 - OK already!)&lt;br /&gt;2100 - Went hospital to fetch aunty and bring mum's clothes&lt;br /&gt;2130 - Took aunty to coffeeshop to pack dinner and send her home&lt;br /&gt;2200 - Abang called to buy him food. So dropped by at Raimah for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;2230 - Home &amp;amp; continue work&lt;br /&gt;2330 - Dont care already. Shut down laptop. Took dad temp(no fever!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2345 - Sayang called!&lt;br /&gt;0000 - &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up late today. Wasted $23 on cab! SO tiring... at least everyone is fine now... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-575302302265053496?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/575302302265053496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=575302302265053496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/575302302265053496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/575302302265053496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='What A Day'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-469998307994254901</id><published>2009-04-13T09:27:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:56:35.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend (10-12 April)</title><content type='html'>Wah! It feels good to have a long weekend! So sad that it is over :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 'Handsome Suit' with Ahmad and Raden. It was so funny! We practically laughed from start to end! Ahmad said that it was a nonsense choice ok! But obviously he regretted saying that! After that, I went to my Kembangan house and packed my stuff for my weekend stay in Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my wax appointment with Sya and Ahmad. Ahmad and I were supposed to go to the gym afterwards, but we decided to just park somewhere and chill out in the car to chat. It is healthy for relationships to hav these quiet time together. We headed home after that. I played with Melker(my 2mth old nephew)! Awww.. he is so cute! Then Ahmad came later at ard 8pm and hang out at my place for dinner and TV. Hahaha... coz he doesnt have SCV at home! He went off ard 1130 to meet his friends. I was bored, so called my sis and met her at ECP to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fetched him at 4pm and headed down to PS to get movie tickets for 'Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4'. Cruised down to Bugis to gym. After shower, we checked out the new mall at Bugis. Most of the shops were not open. We passed by this restaurant at 3rd floor which was not yet in business, but offering us free chocolate fondue. OH MY GOD! It was soooo yummy!!!! We headed for dinner then drove to PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie, my dad called to ask me to get home immediately as my mum was sick! I called my brother and he told me that he will get home and update me if it is urgent. After the movie, I called Thara. She said that they were in CGH and everything should be fine. So I carried on with my evening plan. Headed to Simpang Bedok. Almost reaching our destination, Thara called to say mum was hospitalised! So i went over and accompanied my family till admission and checkup was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending my dad back, we re-joined Ahmad's friends. Upon reaching Simpang Bedok, they said they wanted to go OCH. Upon arrival, Ahmad held my hand and stuck close to me. He was afraid if anything happens to me. He of coz didnt let me go in! We just waited outside with another half of the platoon. Those who went in, snapped pictures randomly in every room they see. We took off awhile later and went to the swamp at Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Pasir Ris carpark, one of the guys showed a picture he took in the guardhouse, the little structure beside where we were waiting for them. There was a piture of a person. But it was small. Upon scrutinising the pic, we saw that the eyes were red! Freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the pitch black swamp. Nothing felt weird to me. One of Ahmad's friends has the third eye. He was quiet all the way. Half way through, I sat with a girl under this hut. Everyone was busy taking pictures. I felt as if something fell on my left, some distance away. I didnt look. I just told myself its a leaf, falling from one of the trees. I just got up and held Ahmad. We walked somemore. Not far later, the guy who has the third eye says, w should exit. Once we were at a safer place, we could see the guy with the third eye, shiverring, and his hands and body was cold! He said that there are a lot inside! And some are following half of us! We just chill out at somewhere bright. The guy was talking to the thing following him as it was pretty angry! We walked a far distance back to our vehicles. Along the way, they guy vommitted several times. His face was still as pale as ever! Ahmad accompanied the guy. He asked me to walk with one of his other guy friends as Ahmad was being followed too! We lingered around at the carpark, then headed down to a coffee shop. We were all safe then. I sent Ahmad home, and I reached home around 530am. Showered and off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it has been a pretty exhausting weekend. I woke up at 11am, still feeling exhausted. Went to visit my mum and my sister's friend in CGH. So exhausted that I went home to sleep. Met Ahmad for dinner at around 7pm, then went to chill out alone together. It is so nice to lean on his big, broad and muscular chest... Haha... I know, I am just crazy over him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-469998307994254901?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/469998307994254901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=469998307994254901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/469998307994254901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/469998307994254901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-weekend-10-12-april.html' title='Long Weekend (10-12 April)'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-5643251299050173516</id><published>2009-03-05T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:58:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving | Busy | Interesting | Exciting</title><content type='html'>Well well well... where do I start? It has been a month since my last post and so many things have happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I changed jobs. I went back to HP. Some of my friends are still there! Nice to catch up! I am still in the learning phase; adapting to the fast-paced place, and remembering names! Hahahaha.... it is nice to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, on 16 February, I became an aunt! My nephew's name is Melker Kaif! He is fair! Skin colour definately followed his mum. He is hairy like his dad.... and the cutest thing is that he has got dimples! Pictures comin up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have been busy preparing for my big day which I will tell you about later! Sya needs to send me the pics, which I will upload and write about my fantastic 5yrs Anniversary with my darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am busy trying to answer my doubts about work stuff. Interesting, but I need time and some guidance from colleagues. Luckily, they are nice enough to assist me when needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK... I am actually exhausted. Havent had a proper rest for awhile already... zzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-5643251299050173516?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/5643251299050173516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=5643251299050173516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5643251299050173516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5643251299050173516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-busy-interesting-exciting.html' title='Loving | Busy | Interesting | Exciting'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2872725462523486609</id><published>2009-02-09T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:24:39.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SY8F-c6b0iI/AAAAAAAAADg/UDBCkQq8Upw/s1600-h/P2060276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300461856909677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SY8F-c6b0iI/AAAAAAAAADg/UDBCkQq8Upw/s320/P2060276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well... my days in Courts are numbered. I am so going to miss Courts and I know it. It has been really fun. Its like a big family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Fri, 6 Feb 09, some colleagues, their bf and spouse (and of coz myself) went karaoke! It was so funny. I proved to the world that I cant sing for nuts! hahahaha... I warned them though. For the last 20mins, we realised we had so many songs lined up and we were determined to finish the list! So we introduced speed-sing into our lives for the first time! We sang a portion of the song together and went 'Next!'. I managed to record some songs and I put it as the contact ringtones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the fun and thirsty evening, we headed to Newton for a wonderful dinner! It was the first time for one of us to go to Newton! hahahaha.. (not me ok!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I wont cry on my last day. Luckily my boyfriend is off duty on Tuesday. I told him to stand-by for me...Oh... so sad... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2872725462523486609?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2872725462523486609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2872725462523486609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2872725462523486609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2872725462523486609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/02/karaoke-nite.html' title='Karaoke Nite'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SY8F-c6b0iI/AAAAAAAAADg/UDBCkQq8Upw/s72-c/P2060276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4279841930607241480</id><published>2009-02-02T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:20:19.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About D FIrst Month of 2009</title><content type='html'>Its darn fast how January went by! The end of January brought me some pain(see my previous post). So to overcome the pain, I had my own theraphy. Retail theraphy! I went shopping with Sya last Saturday. I got a couple of nice things. One of which, is a sweet white dress which I wore earlier today. It was really great when Ahmad said I looked beautiful in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow onwards, I will be sleeping over in Kembangan. I am so comfortable here in Bedok now. Well.... I love both houses. Just got to pick one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February, hopefully will be a great month for me. Expecting to write some interesting blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4279841930607241480?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4279841930607241480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4279841930607241480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4279841930607241480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4279841930607241480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-d-first-month-of-2009.html' title='About D FIrst Month of 2009'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-7521360123990224727</id><published>2009-01-28T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:05:12.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Choices</title><content type='html'>Decision making is difficult. Thats why decision makers are generally highly paid in most corporations. Decisions need to be made with the decider to look ahead. Dont just think of tomorrow; think of the day after tomorrow, the day after that, the day after that, all the way to a certain goal that needs to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach a goal, sacrifices have got to be made. No dream comes true if your ass is stuck in the same place all the time. You got to make it happen; at least try. You have to see your goal. Then plan out how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning is one thing; but doing it is another. I always believe in tackeling the bigger issues first, then leave the small ones after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a holiday. Visualise the destination, then decide your mode of transport. After which, decide where to have that great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who thinks far. I dont mind suffering now. I dont care if I am broke or laughed at now. At least I see my goal. That is all the motivation I need to strive for the better in life. It does help, if there are some supporters to push you through all the troubles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-7521360123990224727?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/7521360123990224727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=7521360123990224727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7521360123990224727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7521360123990224727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/01/difficult-choices.html' title='Difficult Choices'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-8779827659487160927</id><published>2009-01-25T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:42:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve Me Right!</title><content type='html'>Number 1 on my 'Serve Me Right' list would be me going sun tanning with Sya that day. Now, I am having terrible sunburns especially on my back! Its where it is most difficult to reach! I struggle to rub on my body butter! My arms are affected too, but not too bad. Still... its awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2, I have not been watching my food intake and the result is, I have put on 2kg! I have lost it with sheer hard work at the gym. Yet, my efforts are useless thanks to my carelessness. I so got to loose 4kg in a month! I got to look good on my anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3, I went shopping today. Supposed to buy just my gym shorts which costs $49.90. That was supposed to be it. While walking around, I picked up some nail stuff which was still ok, about $20 for stickers. Then, I walked around, picked up a gorgeous maxi dress (which I always wanted to get). Then, a toga and a tube/halter top! I havent even buy an outfit for my anniversary with my darling! Now, thanks to my greed, budget for a gorgeous outfit for my anniversary has got to be cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you go! 3 reasons why I must punish myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-8779827659487160927?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/8779827659487160927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=8779827659487160927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/8779827659487160927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/8779827659487160927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/01/serve-me-right.html' title='Serve Me Right!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2385251923437167014</id><published>2009-01-20T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:51:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well well well... My sis and I played a game of Sequence and I won 3 out of 5 games! Well, I owe my sis 2 chocolate cakes. BUT! I am getting a huge tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, another huge tub of Hagen Daaz, and a chocolate cake! WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its so fun winning ya noe! And my sister is now staring at me, envious of all the gifts I will be getting!!!!! And I will be living happily ever after with all the great snack!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2385251923437167014?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2385251923437167014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2385251923437167014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2385251923437167014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2385251923437167014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-won.html' title='I WON!!!!!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2490360961698678804</id><published>2009-01-19T00:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:41:52.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tanning Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SXNZtKqBNWI/AAAAAAAAADY/yDcxb_ilJHQ/s1600-h/P1020518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292672619580044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SXNZtKqBNWI/AAAAAAAAADY/yDcxb_ilJHQ/s320/P1020518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always get tanned unintentionally and unwillingly. Meaning, I want to enjoy the sand and the sea, and put tubes of sunblock all over my body. Still, I get tanned! Whenever I accompany my bf to the beach or something, I will often be hiding under the shade. But, my efforts were fruitless. I will still be tanned. I would have an ugly tan that follows the shape of my t-shirt! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292672185966494242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SXNZT7UfgiI/AAAAAAAAADI/FK52-x_dVDU/s320/P1020531.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SXNZgJbft3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5LA6cpTJcjw/s1600-h/P1020527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292672395912394610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SXNZgJbft3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5LA6cpTJcjw/s320/P1020527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I went tanning with Sya last weekend at Sentosa. I have always been shy to wear a bikini out. But what the heck! There wasnt many people around and there are people who have worse bodies then mine! Oh, Sya was supposed to bring the mats. But she forgot. It was 8am and shops were closed. So we just lay down in the sand. It turns out to be better than lying down on a mat because the sand helps to exfoliate our skin! So after tanning, I took some sand and rub it all over myself. My skin was so much softer and smoother! The end of the day, My tann lines were not very obvious, but they were pretty red! But I was darker overall lah. We headed back to the east side at around 1pm for lunch and sent Sya home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour after I was home, I met Ahmad. Ok, I confess, I do not know how to ride a bicycle! So we went to Pasir Ris Park, rent a bicycle and headed somewhere human presence was not that many. The bicycle was to high for me. I am a short gal la ok. Only my toes could touch the floor! On the other hand, Ahmad was afraid I would fall. He didnt want even a scratch on me! I told him, let me fall. I was prepared. He said, he didnt like it and he was not going to let me fall! So sweet, right! Anyways, less than an hour later, the sky was pretty dark. Afraid that it would rain, we sent the bike back and went back to my place to change to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for dinner, then some private time together to enjoy each other's company, joking, laughing and voilently abusing each other! Hahahahahaha.... And, he likes my skin which were softer and smoother, thanks to earth's natural exfoliant! Then we went to The Cage and accompany him and his friends for a game of Futsal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a day with many firsts yet not so tiring. Next, we want to go prawn fishing! Hopefully it is open on 26th Jan! I need an organiser this year. Havent had it since I left school! Seems like we have more activities this year! Plus, Ahmad would be working soon, so budget wise, wont be so tight! My next big project is, our 5yr anniversary! Lost on what to do and what to get for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2490360961698678804?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2490360961698678804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2490360961698678804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2490360961698678804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2490360961698678804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-tanning-trip.html' title='My First Tanning Trip'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SXNZtKqBNWI/AAAAAAAAADY/yDcxb_ilJHQ/s72-c/P1020518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-5769402247277187617</id><published>2009-01-04T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:24:58.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the longst weekend I have had in quite some time. It feels dam good! I spent every single day from 31st December evening to 3rd January with my honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDOz8BulPI/AAAAAAAAACg/XCwOHLfWcmU/s1600-h/P1020406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287453354214986994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDOz8BulPI/AAAAAAAAACg/XCwOHLfWcmU/s320/P1020406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spent New Year with him and his friends at East Coast for dinner, followed by chilling out at Keppel Bay. When we got chased out of Keppel Bay, we went to disturb Sya and company at Changi, fishing! Tho we didnt fish, it was actually the first time I have witnessed fishing up close! Hehehe... So we are planning on our next fishing trip together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDiq_EMeKI/AAAAAAAAADA/BS0eZlHIBf4/s1600-h/P1020435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287475190644373666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDiq_EMeKI/AAAAAAAAADA/BS0eZlHIBf4/s320/P1020435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the next 2 days, we went to his friend's chalet, and had some private time to chill out and sort out our issues. Also, I went to a funeral and baby-sit my adorable three nephews on Friday just before going to the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDS1LlnXhI/AAAAAAAAACw/T1HOJ3qBhn4/s1600-h/P1020466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287457773618421266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDS1LlnXhI/AAAAAAAAACw/T1HOJ3qBhn4/s320/P1020466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then when Saturday came, we went out early with Raden to catch 'Bedtimestories'. It was cute lah. Not fantastic. But Adam Sandler has always been a great up-lift to movies! Then we went to Pitstop for some fun! I had three bodyguards! It was a whole new thing to them! So glad that they enjoyed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our time was up, off we went to Arab St to chill out from all the screaming and excitement from Pitstop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, today, I went to the gym. Had my personal trainer session and almost died! Its been a month since I went there! I have been so busy with work ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to always have something to do, rather than laze around at home. Else, it will feel as it I didnt have a fulfilling weekend. So work starts in less than 12hrs. Gotta put out the holiday mentality out of my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-5769402247277187617?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/5769402247277187617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=5769402247277187617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5769402247277187617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/5769402247277187617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SWDOz8BulPI/AAAAAAAAACg/XCwOHLfWcmU/s72-c/P1020406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-6488128776340152117</id><published>2008-12-28T05:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:08:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVak3U-GpgI/AAAAAAAAACY/IVzbb_4jRe4/s1600-h/P1000039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284592483194807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVak3U-GpgI/AAAAAAAAACY/IVzbb_4jRe4/s320/P1000039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVakYe90FaI/AAAAAAAAACI/BQ8tf8tjGnw/s1600-h/P1000038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284591953302001058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVakYe90FaI/AAAAAAAAACI/BQ8tf8tjGnw/s320/P1000038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, on Christmas eve, I got myself ready for an outing with my girlfriend and my darling. I went shopping earlier in the day just to find a nice top. I got a decent top, but the cut was just so sweet. Plus, the red, fierce!&lt;img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVaiTpzxBzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xxIskFCD0iQ/s1600-h/P1000035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284589671290046258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVaiTpzxBzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xxIskFCD0iQ/s320/P1000035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahmad and Sya fetched me in the cab around 930pm and headed to St James Powerhouse. We met Sham(Sya's fiancee) just outside Movida and went towards Powerhouse. The queue was pretty long! When we were half way up the ramp, I looked back and saw that the que got about 3 times longer! While we were queueing, we decided to whore with the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cover charge was darn expensive ok! it was $35/person! It used to be $15 for ladies, and $20 for men. But even, for a holiday night, the mark-up, it was amazing! The only different thing was that they provided party 'tools' such as the poppers, mask and hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, in there, it was ok at first. But soon later, it was packed like sardines! When we counted down to Christmas, Ahmad went crazy suddenly! He suddenly had this burst of energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, around 2am, he couldnt take the crowd, and he was having a tummy ache. I even massaged him in the loud and packed crowd. It helped his pain, but didnt help him with the sardine-packed crowd. So we went off. Chilled a bit and got ourselves home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my first time celebrating Christmas with him. Main thing is, we havent clubbed together for a long time. I just love to dance with him. We aint good dancers, but we love each other's company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-6488128776340152117?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/6488128776340152117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=6488128776340152117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6488128776340152117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6488128776340152117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SVak3U-GpgI/AAAAAAAAACY/IVzbb_4jRe4/s72-c/P1000039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-7779663128503817601</id><published>2008-12-17T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:06:17.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulous Hours</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8:30am this morning. Grabbed my huge towel and hung it in the bathroom. Adjusted the water temperature to shower off my morning blues. Got out of the shower 20mins later, all re-freshed. Brushed my teeth, guggled my Oral-B, and washed my face. Picked out my clothes, put on my make up, and out I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagged for a cab and reached Funan about 20mins later. Bought breakfast, then entered the store. Then, the 'kecoh' started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, I was done at Funan at about 9:30pm. Then I went to the Ang Mo Kio branch. By the time I was done, it was about 11:40pm, and was darn hungry la ok. Went for dinner with a few of the sales folks. It was nice chilling out with them! Reached home at about 1:30am. Sent summary email to the necessary parties and write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting day for me. The staff at Funan is so family-like. I felt so welcomed and warm! Hope tomorrow(or later, rather) will be a better day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-7779663128503817601?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/7779663128503817601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=7779663128503817601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7779663128503817601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7779663128503817601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/12/fantabulous-hours.html' title='Fantabulous Hours'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-1347788515995548384</id><published>2008-12-16T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:54:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to my shaping up???</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy. Hardly do I have time to visit the gym. I end work late; and often home about 9+ or 10pm. Gobble down some dinner(fattening to eat late!!!!!), watch some tv and play with my chinchilla, then go to sleep. I even  go back on Sat despite the long hours during weekdays. This Tues and Wed, I am going to my company's branch in Funan. Then this Fri to Christmas, I will be busy with the Expo (also coz of work-hope my schedule there is good!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the busy week, I managed to squeeze in some time for my darling. Went to PS for the past 2 weekends for movies. First movie was 'Zack and Mimi Make a Porno'. It was alright-but forgettable. Then last weekend, we watched 'The Day The Earth Stood Still'. This is slightly better than the first movie; but it doesnt give me the 'UMPH!'. Expect more out of movies like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, us spending very little time together makes me upset. Have been very grouchy. He tries his best to please me. But I guess I was just too tired to see it then. I am so fortunate he doesnt give up on me fast. He has definately changed a lot for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the gym this week. Put on about 2 kg already, thanks to weekend wedding food and rib eye extra cut steak I had last Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-1347788515995548384?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/1347788515995548384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=1347788515995548384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/1347788515995548384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/1347788515995548384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happened-to-my-shaping-up.html' title='What happened to my shaping up???'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2160857983427093699</id><published>2008-11-27T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:39:09.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly, Busy, Lovey</title><content type='html'>In about half an hour, it would be our 4 yrs, 10 mths anniversary. So I brought him out for dinner tonight. We went to ECP to have our dinner. We used to go there a lot when we just fell in love. When we were done with dinner, we went to sit further up ECP, away from the crowd. I massaged his back and legs as we chat, and make fun of each other. He is just so darn hilarious...! I do not know where he gets his joke from! He is a genius at making me laugh! And.... I just looooveee his smell... He has this nice, comfortable scent, which comforts me whenever I come near....Just like a 'bantal busuk' of my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I haven been going to the gym for about 2 weeks now! I have been sick. Down with a bad throat and cough. Not to mention, sleepless nights! I kept waking up every few hours due to my bad cough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend, I will be busy with Sya on Saturday for her engagement, and gym on Sunday. I've put on so much weight! Thanks to the cravings of my pre-manses! I shall go to the gym as many times as I can. I want to look good for my boo... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, darn sleepy now(thanks to the sleepmess nights).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've only been talking about my darling for practically the entire blog. But I cant help it. If my heart is a camera, he is the leading actor in my movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2160857983427093699?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2160857983427093699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2160857983427093699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2160857983427093699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2160857983427093699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/11/sickly-busy-lovey.html' title='Sickly, Busy, Lovey'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-176475078993569796</id><published>2008-11-20T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:54:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Sweets</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we were supposed to have Saturday to ourselves; our date. Least did I expect him to want to meet his friends late that evening. I was super pissed, but was not bothered to say a word. He knew, by my blunt responses, so he called off the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my gym, I met him around Bugis for an early diner, and movie (Magadascar. Dam cute :P). Just after the movie, I asked what his plans were, and he said that he wanted to watch soccer at 11 at his friend's place. OK! I was so blardy pissed now. So, whatever he said or did, I gave him all the coldness I could. We chilled out for awhile, then he managed to talk me out of it. I was having some issues in my life. So I then told him why I needed him. He comforted me. I thought, he'd accompany me the whole night tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement, he was all ready to send me home by 11! I dont believe it. I just opened myself to him and in a very emotional mode now, and he wanted to leave me alone for the night? I just went with the flow. When he was home after the match, I shot him my ache like a machine gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days, I was cold. I hardly spoke. Didnt even want to answer his calls, nor reply to his SMS-es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Tuesday, he said that he'd wait for me at my work place after work. We went for a very silent dinner. Then he said he wanted to head home.  I was in a 'whatever' mode. He took the usual route to send me home, but then he went pass by my carpark! I kept asking him, where he was taking me, but he just said to just follow. Eventually, he parked at east coast. We sat down, chatted, and he was being very sweet and loving. He was hilarious. We wrestled. I think I temporarily spoiled the silence there, thanks to my screams! After a bitter and upsetting few days, I had sweets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-176475078993569796?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/176475078993569796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=176475078993569796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/176475078993569796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/176475078993569796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-sweets.html' title='I Had Sweets'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4972733772367408132</id><published>2008-11-10T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:21:05.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Person Can Make A Difference...</title><content type='html'>Have been having a super busy week. Weekdays, working till bout 9+. Had to go back to work on Sat, then headed to the gym. At night, went to chill with my sister till 4am. Had an early morning the next day. Went to the gym for my PT session. He was pretty good I must say. Better than the first one I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my darling in the gym. I was with my trainer when he appeared from no where. So nice to see him out of a sudden... We then went home. He was straight from camp, thats why he was so exhausted. We then met later in the evening for dinner, then accompanied him for soccer followed by supper with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... its boring eh? Well... I have been exhausted. And after every tiring day, I wish my dear would just be there to lend me his nice comfortable muscular arms, and the nice comfortable smell of his skin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4972733772367408132?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4972733772367408132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4972733772367408132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4972733772367408132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4972733772367408132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/11/person-can-make-difference.html' title='A Person Can Make A Difference...'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-6156500154074302643</id><published>2008-11-06T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:38:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Work</title><content type='html'>I've been working long hours these few weeks. Almost everyday seems like an exhausting 12 hours work. All the rushing of deadlines, handling people's queries, sorting out issues, etc, tiring me out. The worse is office politics. Some people are just plain irritating and big headed, while some, you just wont understand what exactly that person knows; cause it seems too little to be real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much of my life I have put in, I have no OT pay. It feels different in this company to work OT cause most of the stuff have a punch card. So OT is paid. For me, Executives are paid a basic and, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my darling will fetch me from work. OH! That reminds me! On Monday, his parents dropped by to my company's store to purchase some items. I accompanied them for awhile. Afterwhich, we all went for dinner. I felt awkard, so I paid for it. I was so gawd damn freaking shy! After dinner, his parents went off. So it is just the two of us. We chilled out at my place, looking through our old pictures, nearing 5 years back! We looked so much better then. Compared with then and now, we love each other even more now! When my sayang fetches me from work after such a tiring day, I really appreciate it and love the feeling. I miss his smell, touch, muscular body, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I feel good knowing that I have done what I can before going to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-6156500154074302643?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/6156500154074302643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=6156500154074302643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6156500154074302643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6156500154074302643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/11/addicted-to-work.html' title='Addicted to Work'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-6727593384163235348</id><published>2008-10-28T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:48:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56 Months Since That Special Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SQczvtltqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/USbcnOTJsWc/s1600-h/my+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262231584390359842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SQczvtltqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/USbcnOTJsWc/s320/my+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 4 years 8 mths today with my love. The road was bumpy, but we made it through this far. Our journey continues as the days, weeks, months and years go by. Our love just becomes stronger. I still love to flirt a lot with him after all these years. I always want to look good for him too. Whenever I am not meeting him, I wont really bother to dress up much. I like to hear him say... 'You look so pretty today'. It melts my heart and makes my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we didnt to anything much today. Just went to the gym and had dinner. A simple time together is that is needed for me to appreciate him. Well, I love him a lot. The whole world knows that! Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the pic, just had a new haircut. Not much difference. Just that now I have a shorter frindge... One of my project plans for a DIY makeover. Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-6727593384163235348?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/6727593384163235348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=6727593384163235348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6727593384163235348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6727593384163235348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-4-years-8-mths-today-with-my-love.html' title='56 Months Since That Special Day....'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SQczvtltqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/USbcnOTJsWc/s72-c/my+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-6546035848779108353</id><published>2008-10-20T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:45:52.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><title type='text'>Your Abstract Portrait</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, some people just dont appreciate you despite the many things you have done for the person. Well, some just do not know who you are till they loose you. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. But how true is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the main reason why some people are not appreciated by people may be due to lack of interpersonal skills. It is how you communicate. Your actions, words, tones, body language, arrangement of your sentences and your actions, are the strokes and colour that paints a picture of you. Like an abstract painting, people see different from one another. Some see the good side; some, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book, which I totally agree on something it wrote. It says, "what you are now, is the result of your childhood programming. " Think about it. Your 'childhood programming' is often hard-coded as the skeleton of your life's decisions. In between, such as the 'if's and 'else's clauses, are hard-coded in, in terms of your experiences that you have learned from. You need to enhance or re-program if necessary to be a better person. Have you ever thought of things such as, 'what if I had taken the job offer', or 'what if I didnt slack in school to much', what would you be now? There is no due date in life for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always re-program or enhance your life to be what you want to be; to have the friends you want to have; and live the life you want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not too late to re-paint your portrait. People change; so does your self-portrait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-6546035848779108353?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/6546035848779108353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=6546035848779108353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6546035848779108353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/6546035848779108353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-abstract-portrait.html' title='Your Abstract Portrait'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-3192940426455685352</id><published>2008-10-12T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:00:48.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes A Relationship Last?</title><content type='html'>What are the most critical things that makes a relationship last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very emo with my darling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My PMS + Tired-ness + His short temper = Arguement &amp;amp; Pain.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he has changed drastically for me. Sometimes I wish he did more. But then again, he aint no mind reader. He tries, but sometimes, we just cant find a common frequency. I love him so much. I have never loved anyone this much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me, these make up a lasting relationship:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt; : We have that. I trust he will not fool around, and so does he.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Make-Up&lt;/strong&gt; : After an arguement, no matter how big (even to the extent we start screaming at each other), we will be normal after awhile. No apologies needed. Tho, it feels so good when one of us does apologise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Commitment&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes, we have that too. Our lives revolves around each other.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; : This is the most important thing. We do love each other. A LOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Friendship&lt;/strong&gt; : To be a life partner, we both are each other's lovers, and best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Laughter&lt;/strong&gt; : There also need to be some sort of humour in our lives, so we wont be bored. When times are down, at least some laughter helps...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all I can think of in the few minutes of typing this... Bie... I love u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-3192940426455685352?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/3192940426455685352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=3192940426455685352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3192940426455685352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3192940426455685352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-makes-relationship-last.html' title='What Makes A Relationship Last?'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2003612216341735977</id><published>2008-10-11T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:56:44.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love confession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>His Confession</title><content type='html'>I find that for a guy, it is hard to confess the love for a girl to his friends. Just now, Ahmad and I were out with his friends. One of his friends told me, that he confessed that he loves me very much and wants to marry me! He is already starting to save money for our wedding, despite the miserable NS pay! When his friends were telling me all these, my bie just kept quiet and became very shy. He looked at me with those glitery and loving eyes.... I just melted in my seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I dont know he loves me, but for him to confess to his friends, its... unbelieveable! Though I feel like holding him all the time, now I feel like never letting go! I love him very much too. I thought I was the only one telling others how much I love him... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, tomorrow, I am going to jalan raya with him. Our couple outfit is brown. He is fully brown, and I will have a pink top, and a brown batik skirt. I got a feeling it is going to be a long hot day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, going to sleep off my exhaustion from work and the entertainments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2003612216341735977?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2003612216341735977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2003612216341735977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2003612216341735977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2003612216341735977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/10/his-confession.html' title='His Confession'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-1541215559510840747</id><published>2008-10-08T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:59:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sya's Super Advanced Bday Gift</title><content type='html'>Dear Sya.... hope you like your super advanced bday gift! I got you, didnt I? hehe... enjoy the PJs and the REDS hair voucher ;) Its enuf for a complete darn good perm! The only gift that i've ever spent more on is Ahmad's 21st bday! His Arai helmet which has lasted him for 2 yrs+! Hehe..... great thought and plan has been put into place for this ok! another reason for the super early gift is because i think it is best to surprise you when you least expect any gift at all! Ok, nak tido! zzzzzzzzz.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-1541215559510840747?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/1541215559510840747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=1541215559510840747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/1541215559510840747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/1541215559510840747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/10/syas-super-advanced-bday-gift.html' title='Sya&apos;s Super Advanced Bday Gift'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2927937316171756810</id><published>2008-10-03T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:54:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Our Future Plans</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine emailed me this... and see below for my reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"hmmm...being married hinder your career paths??? well i dont really think so. perhaps having kids may hinder your career paths because it starts when you take the maternity leave. other than that should be no problem....not unless you are in the entertainment industry or travel, that may...(depends on the intense of your line) so having kids delay abit la, well in a way can enjoy life together fully first too hehe travel as far as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Save money for we dding...YA THATS very true because it aint cheap. If im not getting married, i'll buy a japanese car hahaha same expenditure. well... hantaran is 1, 2 is mas kahwin, 3 the other gifts(many ppl buy branded goods frm petaling st or bangkok-but to me its a special gift so i surely get real original- definitely not LV but real ones like guess davidoff etc) photo shoot indoor outdoor, function food, function cards(can amt to $2K), function deco, mak endam photographer and videographer etc needless to say la.&lt;br /&gt;you both took IT courses right...see la on papers got what job. online got many websites too. Your transcripts may be good but if you get rejected during interview, do not be disheartened, perhaps that job got something you do not like but dont know so God has saved you another better offer. Salary...we all start small la. I remember during my 3rd yr in poly we go through books and updates on our expected pay for our dip, everywhere put starting salary is $1700.minimum. When i going to ORD market offered $1800, once ORD everywhere i went, the best offer was $1400(that was doing shift! by right shift will offer more than usual office hrs jobs). market was really bad. sad right. only police offered me $1780(got MOE offer to be a DNT teacher), dont know why stubborn didnt take. perhaps BDS DNT teacher didnt give me a good impression. hahaha Yeah my aim for our mini honeymoon is somewhere beach, tranquil, exquisite and near because i only have a few days before i have to be back. real honeymoon in june in japan,shd be spring, hopefully hokkaido then will be cooler because its further up north. then the followin year should be central europe- swiss, italy, germany, france,-london not is out too many mamak and chinese. most destinations i check cost and hotels and transport already hahaha am i too ambitious? hahaha plan je also i check out mauritius and maldives....superb, cost close to japan.weather is like singapore so i skip first la. As for child calculation and your age, yeah thats important. well dont forget money for house, need substantial CPF, plus cash if its resale, lucky if u stayin at either place and not shifting. So hopefully i can further my studies too and juggle child. if not we be too old even the CPF date has been extend. by then we shd start saving money...for our children to get married....now at this age, i feel that time goes by very fast and age is catching really fast...demands of everyday, semester, year...just zoom past real fast. (did you go F1? haha i didnt miss it.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dont be so bogged down by this planning, just plan, enjoy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;wishing you both all the best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;Haha... firstly, not that interested of gettin my ear drums to drum intensely with the sound of the F1 race! Plus the crowd, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, well, getting married, I will have to do extra chores, and more time with hubby. I want to climb up the career ladder. It wont be easy, and more time is needed. If I work and study, I wont have much time for hubby. Now, our time is, dinner, chill a bit and sleep. That only happens bout once or twice a week coz of our busy schedule. I dunno how u do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is not just a status to me. To me, it comes with a whole hamper which includes more family time, own house(prefer to stay alone), make sure hubby has proper meals, clean house, etc. All these require more time and money. At the same time, it is easier said then done. Thinking about it, a housewife whose full-time job is to take care of her kids and household chores, already gets tired by end of day. What about working mothers? I dont really like the idea of having a maid. To me, marriage is a whole different lifestyle. I am not yet ready to let go of my current one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money-wise, I think I earn more than average people my age. But somehow, it is still not enough for me though I dont shop much anymore. Well, life in Singapore is definately tough. Fast moving lifestyle, and drastic changes in the economy, you can never be certain. You can be rich and happy yesterday, sad and poor today... If we are meant to be, we will still be together if we are married or not, right? I wont drag too long, I dont want to be 55 when my kids are 21!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2927937316171756810?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2927937316171756810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2927937316171756810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2927937316171756810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2927937316171756810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-our-future-plans.html' title='Re: Our Future Plans'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-8600023655046969037</id><published>2008-09-29T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:39:57.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Our Future Plans</title><content type='html'>Firstly, gawd damn I havent been writing for so long! Secondly, I will continue our history later...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to talk about our future plans. For me, I am more inclined towards my career success. I guess I am one of those Singaporeans who do not want to get married early as it may hinder my career path. I was thinking, at age 28, would be a nice age to get married; 30 to have kid/s. But my darling, wants it to be asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still serving National Service. It only ends in May next year. We both have no idea what kind of job he should find. Not sure if the salary will be reasonable too. We need to save money for the wedding and honeymoon. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we can go on a long Europe trip together... including Paris and London. If not, the perfect getaway for me is to beach resorts. The nice beach breeze, white soft sandy beach, and the colours of the fish and corals... beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he wants to get married in 4 years max. I'll be 26! I still want to study too! He wants to have a child fast. I understand where he is coming from. When the child reach 21, we will still be below 50. Most likely still abled to support ourselves. I dont know... lets see how things go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him toooo much for our own good sometimes. And part of it is because both of us have our stubborn-ness.... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-8600023655046969037?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/8600023655046969037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=8600023655046969037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/8600023655046969037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/8600023655046969037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-future-plans.html' title='Our Future Plans'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4452556961604317548</id><published>2008-09-12T17:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:57:03.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today, I turned 22. So much for forever 21! Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got some gifts so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend bought me a watch about a month ago. But I only wore it on my actual bday. We met at my void deck around 1030pm. He mentioned that he had gone to Bugis to get me something. When he arrived, he acted that he forgot to take my gift from his friend's bike. Like I believeeee him! So I spot checked him. I felt his pockets, nothing. Then I wanted to see what is in his bag. He said that there is nothing but a plastic bag! So I asked him to take it out. And he really did take out a plastic bag! Then we wrestled...till the plastic bag tore pretty badly. He demanded I go up and get a new one. Well, I was thinking, why not. See what idea he has got for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SMq4lq0ttAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7hZdVvan220/s1600-h/P1020228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245207673316422658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SMq4lq0ttAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7hZdVvan220/s320/P1020228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got down, I ransacked his bag... Nothing! Hmmm... Then after some chat, we wanted to make a move. So I opened my helmet bag... and there I felt something else in my helmet... It was a bear! It was holding a star, which wrote, 'Happy Birthday'! I was super delighted! We made a move to East Coast. The weather was just nice... seems like it wanted to rain, and the wind... fantastic. Cold, so we hugged a lot... hehe... At midnight, he put on my watch for me, and gave me a kiss... He is getting sweeter and sweeter... One of those romantic moments of his...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier that day, I met Sya to accompany her to Joo Chiat. When I got in her car, she threw a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SMq5rzRiv8I/AAAAAAAAABY/uWwtGDcyadQ/s1600-h/P1020236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245208878175666114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SMq5rzRiv8I/AAAAAAAAABY/uWwtGDcyadQ/s320/P1020236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paper bag on my lap. It was a Swarovski paper bag! I shook it... hmm... there is some small sounds... what in the world could it be? Impatient, I opened it. It was an elegant pair of swarovski earrings! It cost her and Sham a bomb! I was so touched! Thank you beb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was back home at around 1230. My aunt was on the phone with my cousin. I went to wash up and went to my room. Suddenly, my aunt came to my room with a cake and 22 year old candles! It was so sweet! I was super touched! She is like my second mother... and I am so fortunate to have her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the actual day, I received a call from one of my colleagues saying that there is a guy looking for me and he has got a small parcel with him and wants to give it to me personally. I knew it in my mind..."Ya, right....". Hehe... (I was still excited) So I made my way there, and the moment I was in sight, they sang a birthday song for me... :) They got me 2 slices of cakes since there was no point buying a whole cake due to the fasting month.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work, I met my Bie again. We went for dinner, then for a movie, 'Wall-E'. He was bored to death, but I was going... "So cute...!" hehe... anyways, after everything, we went to a nice quiet place to chill. I said, I wanted another gift today from him. He said one of the sweetest things to me... "I have given you 3 gifts for your birthday this year. First was the watch, then the bear. The third one is... all my love..." I was so touched that a big smile drew magically on my face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I got home, I had news that my brother dropped by to give me my gift. I got to my room, and saw a small package, and a 'quick DIY card' made of plain white A4 paper. It wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happy 22nd Birthday. Pls grow up! This year we only can afford a Mars for you. Dont blame us as your birthday is so close to Hari Raya. Need the cash to buy cookies, deco, drinks, etc. Hopefully next year we can buy something better. From, Abang and Thara, Sister Norliza, Mother and Father" I couldnt believe that it was really a Mars bar in the package! Hahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was simple birthday, yet it has made me so happy! Thank you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4452556961604317548?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4452556961604317548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4452556961604317548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4452556961604317548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4452556961604317548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SMq4lq0ttAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7hZdVvan220/s72-c/P1020228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-7912685566464606700</id><published>2008-09-04T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:27:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Feeling Commonly Resembled By A Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SL7JC1aC3UI/AAAAAAAAABI/8V__XUjox9w/s1600-h/final2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241848066839076162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SL7JC1aC3UI/AAAAAAAAABI/8V__XUjox9w/s320/final2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes, you know when you are just having that feeling. You miss the person so much that you think more often about him than breathing. You dont have to do anything during your date to be happy and feel loved. You can also just sit and hug each other in silence.&lt;br /&gt;I feel too dependant emotionally on him. Love makes me feel dead, but alive; weaker, yet stronger; sad; but happier. What a collection of emotion to feel.&lt;br /&gt;He has been so nice to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-7912685566464606700?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/7912685566464606700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=7912685566464606700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7912685566464606700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/7912685566464606700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-feeling-commonly-resembled-by.html' title='About The Feeling Commonly Resembled By A Heart'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmnp80v2xl4/SL7JC1aC3UI/AAAAAAAAABI/8V__XUjox9w/s72-c/final2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-3956662851292725232</id><published>2008-09-04T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:44:27.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Our Fantastic Journey Part 3 : Where It Really Began</title><content type='html'>The week after(I think), you, Jaga, and his girlfriend came over to my Kembangan house to study. Just like the previous time, we chatted a lot more than study. After a few hours, you had to run off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even at work, we still SMS-ed and talked on the phone a lot. I think, the week after was our term test week. We met up a couple of times in school or around school to study. I am pretty sure I was at least a bit more serious about studying this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after was our term break. The weekend of the term test week, we were constantly online. We played a lot of Yahoo! Pool. I cant recall who came up with this idea, that the looser of the game will have to treat to a real pool game. I won. You obviously gave in cause you wont want a girl to treat on the first date! (Wait. I think it must have been my idea because I am the bold one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly that we went to Marine Parade for our game of pool. That term break week, we went out everyday except for Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something special happened that Saturday at 4pm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-3956662851292725232?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/3956662851292725232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=3956662851292725232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3956662851292725232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/3956662851292725232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-fantastic-journey-part-3-where-it.html' title='Our Fantastic Journey Part 3 : Where It Really Began'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-2141643964542696353</id><published>2008-08-31T17:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:11:39.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Our Fantastic Journey Part 2 : Prepare For Courting</title><content type='html'>I quickly became good friends with Jaga. We could talk well. Because Jaga was the closest to me in class, and our break times were similar, he was my break partner. Since you had mostly similar breaks with us too, and Jaga was one of the very few friends you had in school, the three of us would hang out often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that time, it is amazing how we managed not to talk to each other. I recall the time I tried to talk to you. You did not even look at me! You were looking at the food, fork, spoon, tissue, table, sky, etc. Yes, you were looking at everything else but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I never tried to speak much to you after that. It was either you were not interested or shy. I was not able to make it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after, you asked me if I was good at C Math, coz your friend needed help. I agreed, and you asked for my number to pass it to your girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week (I think) later, we met up to study. Jaga and his girl friend was there too. We started talking more than we used to. It seemed like a normal teenage date, rather than a study session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friend(the one who needed C Math help) came with her friend, I was disappointed. Jaga and his gf already took off. You practically left me alone! Awhile after, I decided to leave. Your friend did not seem to need any help anyways. You left at the same time as me. I was feeling sad. Maybe you had no interest in me? Soon after we part, you SMS-ed me! You said that you were sorry for not speaking to me as you wanted me to study. We exchanged so many SMS-es and talked on the phone for so long. It was then I knew that there was hope…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-2141643964542696353?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/2141643964542696353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=2141643964542696353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2141643964542696353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/2141643964542696353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-fantastic-journey-part-2-prepare.html' title='Our Fantastic Journey Part 2 : Prepare For Courting'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355947985336772744.post-4014493630967215326</id><published>2008-08-31T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:45:03.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Our Fantastic Journey Part 1 : Observe</title><content type='html'>Being in love is just like being in a bed of roses. It is the pain from the thorns, and the beauty of the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, you and I seemed to be hiding from each other. We somehow had a connection; the electric feeling whenever we see each other, but we avoided it, thus avoided each other. Well, we were both attached at that time (though we didn’t know cause we never did talk) and remained faithful to our partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole first semester in poly went by, and we were avoiding each other. Even in the C Math class, just our classes were in the lecture theater, yet we still managed to hide from each other. Strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the second semester, my eyes were subconsciously looking out for you. But you were not there. I was disappointed. I later found out that your good friend, Jaga, was in the same class as me! So I asked him, and he said that you’ll be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I saw you in the lecture theatre. I was thrilled! Oh, did I mention that I was already single at that time? Yes, I remember clearly that I broke up with my ex on 10th January 2004. Anyways, back to the fairy tale. The great news was, you and I had the same lectures and labs together. We were only separated for tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaga told me that you had a crush on me. Well, I thought you were cute. To me, you had that ‘bad boy’ look, yet decent and shy inside. Big, honest eyes, and kissable lips, which are so attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355947985336772744-4014493630967215326?l=sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/feeds/4014493630967215326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355947985336772744&amp;postID=4014493630967215326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4014493630967215326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355947985336772744/posts/default/4014493630967215326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingpoison.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-fantastic-journey.html' title='Our Fantastic Journey Part 1 : Observe'/><author><name>sizzling.poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443782278213472869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
