<?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-35377226</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:43:04.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare.2.Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-626726863600634993</id><published>2006-11-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:59:01.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every family has its own sets of problems, mine is not exception as well.. guess what?My fil actually tried to commit suicide by swallowing some pills last nite. Me and alphamale got a phone call at ard 2+am and was alerted to rush to my in-laws place to calm my fil down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we rushed over soonest possible. The moment I stepped in, I saw my bil lying on the floor breathing damn hard. then my parents in law were sitting comfortable on the sofa. Next thing I knew I smelled the alcohol breath in my fil. Knew that he had drank quite a fair bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before me and alphamale knew it, my fil went into the kitchen to pick up some tablets and popped them into his mouth. Next thing I knew, he shouted to us saying that he wanna end his life just like tat.. tired of looking after my mil. Minutes later, he laid unconscious on the sofa.. Both me and alphamale were trying to sober him up but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dialled 995. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, my fil had to be hospitalised for x-ray. till today, he doesn't know what pills he popped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole day lasted at 4am.. was too tired to be bothered with everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drama mama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-626726863600634993?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/626726863600634993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=626726863600634993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/626726863600634993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/626726863600634993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/11/drama-mama.html' title='Drama Mama'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-6034565173360926504</id><published>2006-11-20T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:48:37.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patching the crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it tough to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;maintain &lt;/span&gt;a marriage?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it difficult to&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; your partner once they have strayed?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Whippy once got to know a soulmate "Ms J Lo via msn. He thought tat this person is willing to listen, talk and understands him..Soon they went out for a date together, feelings start to develop for each other. However, one is married and the other is in the midst of filing for a divorce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sounds complicating isn't it? Well, perhaps at that moment both of them had each other by their side and listened to each of their problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon after, Mr. Whippy realised that Ms J Lo wasn't meant for him and decided to stop seeing each other. Also at this point in time, Mrs Whippy got to know that Mr. Whippy has strayed in their many years of marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving Mr. Whippy the benefit of doubt, Mrs Whippy decided to forgive him and persuaded him to stay by her side. Things may seem ok in the first few months, but when an argument comes along once in a while.. somehow or rather, this "crack" will surface once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My question: "how many people are able to move on despite the fact that their partners has strayed in their marriage?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think its always easy for bystanders to make a comment.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but when you are in the shoes, u'll never know what will be the outcome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-6034565173360926504?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6034565173360926504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=6034565173360926504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/6034565173360926504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/6034565173360926504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/11/patching-crack.html' title='Patching the crack'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-116214067535898699</id><published>2006-10-30T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:57:03.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>After a long and tiring week, we decided to take it slow last friday. Me, Mr. Whippy and Mr Short Fart decided to knock off early and go have some coffee. Its been a while since I last did this. Been wanting to take time off to relax and take things easy but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Mr Whippy's car and was telling him that I need an ice-cream to perk myself up (been chasing for nos to come in since it is out FY close). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat was Mr. Whippy's reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, wait! Let me pull my car aside first, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost for a while till I remembered him mentioning to Ms Blur tat sometimes, pple use magnum to refer to dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow lao!" I screamed.. "I dun want your 'ice-cream'" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think abt it.. I've known mr. whippy since I was 18 yrs old and there is nothing we dun talk abt - so long as it is anything under the sun. I've always felt comfortable sharing things with him, which includes topics like sex, which are the fav positions, sex frequency etc etc. In fact the 2 of us were once mistaken as being a couple in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I promised mr. whippy that I'll buy him a pressie for his b'day and we decided to go after coffee. So off we went to taka to shop for his pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, its been a long while since we last did that (as in shopping &amp; having dinner together, just the 2 of us). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really not used to you holding your handbag like this.." commented mr. whippy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"looks like you really have grown up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that statement really made mr. whippy sounded old. Alrite.. I can't blame him after all. He has seen me grew up, got attached with 2 boyfriends and finally got married and settled down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hope to have some more of these type of outings with mr. whippy.. kinda nice..  bringing back the old memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-116214067535898699?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/116214067535898699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=116214067535898699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116214067535898699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116214067535898699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-116142293065810591</id><published>2006-10-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:30:06.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Ringing</title><content type='html'>Oct 22 - a day where I have to help out in Ms Osim's wedding. However, it does not seem to be a day i yearned to come. Not sure why.. I asked myself why I agreed to help her? Is it because she helped me out on my wedding thus I have to play my part too for hers? I guess that's the main reason.. Actually its quite mean of me to think this way.. I should feel joyous for her as it is her BIG DAY afterall. Perhaps the timing wasn't rite too.. I am busy mugging my books in preparation for my stoopid econs paper this coming wed.. Been trying to get all the theories and damn demand and supply curves into my head.. feeling rather stressed up.. dun want to waste $$ taking sub paper should I fail (hey, I shouldn't be cursing myself afterall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a working day for me. Had to wake up damn early on a sunday morning.. gotta make sure that I have to be @ the hotel early engh to help Ms OSIM with all the arrangements. Weather was rather hazy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the hotel as early as 8.45am. Had a briefing at abt 9.30am with both the banquet manager and the wedding coordinator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 9.45am and still no sign of the both of them. was getting rather impatient when the 2 of them showed up.. boy boy.. the banquet manager was rather cute i must say..(alrite, i'm supposed to be focused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing all the details, we adjourned to the pool side to make sure all the arrangements have been done @ the poolside(cos the solumisation will be held there). I was praying hard that the weather will not turn too hot later as it would be torturing for those who turned up for the solumnisation @ 11.30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really quickly. Guests began to flood the hotel walkway leading to the poolside at abt 11.15am. All of them dread waiting outside where there are chairs for them. Saw majority of them perspiring like mad. My back was wet too despite the fact that i was wearing a tube dress. can't imagine some of the guests who were wearing long sleeves and tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the bride and groom came down to receive the guests at abt 15 mins later. Solumnisation commenced and ended 10 mins later. It was time for me to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make sure that the ballroom is ready, band has reached, set up the reception table as well etc. I was already running ard like a headless chicken as I have to make quite a fair bit of decisions on my own without consulting the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there were quite a lot of hiccups along the way. eg duplicate table nos were found on the invitation list, had to setup another reserve table at the very last min, guests complaining why the ballroom wasn't ready.. blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully all problems were resolved and the wedding ended FINALLY..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, took a shower and took a nap.. "ring! ring!" tot I heard my phone rang at abt 6+ in the evening.. It was Ms OSIM (oops, I should call her Mrs **h now since she just got married). To my surprise, Mrs **h was asking me for a post mortem on her wedding.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why was the ballroom not ready?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why the guests was held outside for so long?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to explain to her 1 by 1. This was tough.. She was the only bride whom I knew tat did not enjoy the whole process of the wedding. weird! I asked myself "Why didn't she close 1 eye to everything and just enjoy her BIG DAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to all brides who are going to get married out there.. Please relax that DAY and leave all the rest to your buddies.. Yes.. nothing is perfect. Besides, all your guests won't have noticed the small details. So dun have to be so uptight abt everything.. Learn to relax and have fun! Enjoy the whole process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-116142293065810591?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/116142293065810591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=116142293065810591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116142293065810591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116142293065810591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/wedding-bells-ringing.html' title='Wedding Bells Ringing'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-116110066574785738</id><published>2006-10-17T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:01:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Numbers Game after all...</title><content type='html'>Damn it.. guess its time to do the nos AGAIN..! Can't wait to get this over and done with.. Been stuck with doing spreadsheets for the past 1 week.. And best of all, Ms Cool expects me to know the nos game by the snap of my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! I hate to do the analysis portion.. Its driving me nuts...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the power of He-man help me with this please...!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-116110066574785738?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/116110066574785738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=116110066574785738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116110066574785738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116110066574785738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-numbers-game-after-all.html' title='Its a Numbers Game after all...'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-116011670221116504</id><published>2006-10-06T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:50:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testicles</title><content type='html'>I was on my way home and I happened to hear of this from the radio: Some pple have only 1 testicle for eg. Lance Armstrong, Adolf Hitler etc. Normal human beings have 2 but there are also pple who have 5! Incredible isn't it? I was just thinking to myself.."How will it look like if one would have 5 testicles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Whippy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (not that he has 5 testicles!) but he seems to have the problem of not being able to close his legs.. Whenever we need to squeeze ourselves to get into the car (cos everyone refused to drive out for lunch), we always have to tell him to close his legs so that we have more space and he can't seem to do that.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have BIG B**LS, u know?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;claims &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Whippy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to wonder..Will every guy who have BIG B**LS have this problem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, I started to notice that is it due to his tight pants that makes his B**LS looks big? Just an advise to all the big boys at there.. Its not healthy for u to wear tight pants as your testicles are not able to "breathe". You will most probably kill yr "tadpoles" in those tight pants of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beware..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-116011670221116504?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/116011670221116504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=116011670221116504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116011670221116504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116011670221116504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/testicles.html' title='Testicles'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-116003963103076728</id><published>2006-10-05T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:16:30.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but Good News :)</title><content type='html'>Yippie.. "Ms Cool" finally had a meeting with me to discuss on my new R&amp;R. Finally, managed to get this outta of my way and settle down for the next financial year.. Felt like a new bird once again despite working here for almost a decade. Tons of data and reports to digest, lots of planning to do, plus an email introduction on myself and my orientation plans for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I shouldn't complain.. Been wanted to be loaded with work once again.. So I should enjoy tis time and think thru wat I have to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news! been struggling for my stoopid econs project for sooo long and FINALLY the results are out! I've got an 'A'.. (gave myself a good tap on my back and said "well done!") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got my results, I msned alphamale telling him the good news.. asked him what will I be getting for a reward.. and he said a "BIG WET KISS".. eeks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-116003963103076728?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/116003963103076728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=116003963103076728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116003963103076728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/116003963103076728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-but-good-news.html' title='Nothing but Good News :)'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-115994279046251691</id><published>2006-10-04T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:21:59.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So envious..</title><content type='html'>I have been made to give a decision for my career.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Smiley Face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to me one day and offered me a different role. I guess sometimes in life, u need to make crucial decisions like this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To take it up or not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will this be a good career move for me?" Or is this is a sign or indication to tell me that "my time is due" in this company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation, I decided to take up this new challenge in my job..(at least something different after 7 yrs of service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, I am still waiting for "Ms Cool" to come back to me if I am taken for the new role.. Still no news till today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting envious of pple who are aware of what their roles &amp; responsibilities are.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still in the mood of honeymooning.. Everyday I come in to office, looking forward to see my beloved friends whom I've known for 7 yrs or more..They have always been my insipiration to come to work.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have shared so many.. (be it personal experiences or work), we came a long way together..Lunch is our fav time during office hours - the time when we share anything under the umbrella..We gossip, joke, make fun of each other.. As usual, we will always tease our "lunch targets", namely: Mdm Apple Face, Ms Sleepyhead &amp; Ms Blurr. They are our all time favourites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will never be boring with them around...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-115994279046251691?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/115994279046251691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=115994279046251691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/115994279046251691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/115994279046251691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-envious.html' title='So envious..'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-115986623474974667</id><published>2006-10-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:05:27.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aza Aza Fighting!</title><content type='html'>Its only tuesday today and I have already exhausted my whole week's energy on this stoopid project which I have to hand up today.. Guess what? I have been meeting my 3 other group members: &lt;em&gt;Mr. Think he knows it all&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Ms Dun know everything &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Mr. Sotong&lt;/em&gt; for 2 consecutive days for this project and we are still heading nowhere as of yesterday nite.. Was actually quite tired and irritated with all 3 of them. We were like headless chickens.. only 2 were doing the actual work.. Can't wait to get this submitted tonite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this week I need to attend 3 lessons instead of 2. Can't wait for this week to end.. so that I can have a proper rest..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-115986623474974667?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/115986623474974667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=115986623474974667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/115986623474974667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/115986623474974667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/aza-aza-fighting.html' title='Aza Aza Fighting!'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377226.post-115978157295538085</id><published>2006-10-02T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:29:41.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! I got this started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was told by "green ogre" a year ago that I should start a blog while preparing for my wedding so that I can share my pains &amp;amp; gains in the midst of the preparation... Sad to say, I was too "busy" (an excuse for me being lazy) to get it done.. So while I waste my time here in office, I might as well get this done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually "Ms Blurr" motivated me to get this started once again.. Perhaps I have just too much grievances these days and there is basically no channel for me to voice out..(perhaps I didn't want to bore my alphamale to death!) Anyway, I was thinking that this is a superb way of keeping my friends updated of what I have been busy with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Eeeks!* perhaps a tiring weekend have burnt out all my energy for this week..! (tell me abt it.. Its only Monday today!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - 29th Sept 2006 (Special Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alphamale and I decided to spend this day all to ourselves - afterall, its our day! Planned to spend a day of golf in JB followed by a sumptous seafood dinner. So we managed to get our lazy body outta of the bed @ 10+ and off we go! After so many years, I finally picked up my irons and drivers once again.. Had quite an enjoyable day golfing (its been a long time since I last did tat) Both alphmale and I decided to do this more often..! Afterall, we should get to pamper ourselves once in a while) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After golf, we decided to explore within JB and gorge ourselves with cheap seafood.. So we ended up in Taman Sentosa (which I must say by accident). Wow! U guys must try out this Crayfish with salted egg.. It was Yummylicious man! We also ordered sambal kang kong, froglegs with chicken essence and deep fried fish with Hongkong style.. Food I must say wasn't too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say it was a good experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The best way to end the day was to indulge in a good sleep after a good meal and a good game...Zzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday - 30th Sept 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got outta bed as early as 7+.. Poor alphamale had to wake up and send me to all the way the west for 8 games of bowling.. another important day for me.. Today is the day I challenge with 12 other females for the title of individual bowling championship.. I was @ the top of the chart since we started like 6 weeks ago.. all eyes were on me when I reached.. some already congratulated me even before I started bowling..(Hate this type of pressure) I was lucky.. and I really did win the title.. (not too bad! got some free vouchers for either xmas or CNY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After claiming the title, I went for "Sengkang French Open" ( a weekly event for me and my peers). Sad to say, I became 1-eye Jack today.. Got hit by the ball right in the eye.. causing me to see stars..! Wat a day..! Alas I managed to get some privileged treatment after being hit.. so perhaps, it wasn't a bad thing after all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday - 1st Oct 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Childrens' Day indeed...! I went back to "school" cos need to submit my assignment on Tues.. met my project mates to kickstart where we have stopped previously.. Hated group project.. Find it unproductive and waste of time.. Damn those "leeches".. Perhaps, I should consider dropping them for the next assignment. Sun set liao and we are still not done.. Damn it.. I need to leave already. Else i will be late to pick up "little rascal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;after so many years.. I finally set my feet into Chinese garden once again..(u guys must be thinking wat a place to visit) Alphamale and I decided to bring "little rascal" to check out this year's display for Mid-autumn Festival. My Gosh! Before I could reach the carpark, a long queue of cars have welcomed me from a distance of perhaps 500m away from the entrance.. I didn't know that so many Singaporeans visit this place as well.. Maybe this is the only time that Singaporeans come to this part of the island..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps I didn't have much expectations but I was told tat this year's showcase wasn't fascinating.. Perhaps due to cost cutting, they decided to showcase the 8 wonders of the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn freaking long day I had.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35377226-115978157295538085?l=dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/feeds/115978157295538085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35377226&amp;postID=115978157295538085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/115978157295538085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35377226/posts/default/115978157295538085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dare2dreamkichi.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-i-got-this-started.html' title='Finally! I got this started...'/><author><name>Dare2dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17173086942495996193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.dare2dream.net.au/images/jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
