<?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-23216106006555724</id><updated>2012-02-01T03:35:21.977-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Malaysia.. 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There are things that fascinate me in a good way.. and there are some that I just find it shocking in a bad way. One thing that I learnt about China is, Never Underestimate The People Here. Even the late Osama bin Laden also said before (hubby told me about this), 'U can offend any countries in the world, but never offend China'. That shows how powerful China is. And Shanghai, although not the capital of China, is a very powerful and growing rapidly city. So here are my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The streets of Shanghai... are mainly filthy. There's human spits, dog/human pee, dog poo and rubbish on almost all the streets in Shanghai, especially housing areas. Sometimes I feel like wanna puke just walking on the streets. The horrible odour... The older generation are mainly the ones incharged of spitting on the streets. Its just their daily habit or perhaps their way of claiming territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Online Shopping. My new 'best friend' is called Taobao.com. They have everything under the sky. Use your imagination, use your creativy. U can find the usual clothes/bags/shoes and also food stuff. From olive oil to fresh meat to imported goods to fresh cooked food, vacum packed. Oh, u can even get ADULT-Y stuff like blow up dolls, cos-play costumes etc! All in a relatively cheap price. They even have branded goods from LV bags to Cartier Watches to so called very good quality AA grade immitations. As I said, anything u want, just type and search! And Voila... it will arrive at your doorstep 1-5 days later.. Due to its competitive nature, many sellers will provide 7-days return policy/ free delivery/money back guarantee and other marketing strategies to attract new customers and to maintain current customers. I can say, its pretty safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The loudness of the people. Maybe its because of their history backgroud or so. But most of the Chinese here speak REALLY LOUD. This is something I still find fascinating (or maybe more of shocking) and still not understand why on earth they have to scream and shout at each other when they can just talk. Most of the times, when i thought they are fighting, they are actually just friends talking about life. When they speak the Shanghai language, its even worse. Partly because I dont understand 99% of what they are saying, I always feel that they are picking a fight with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The food. Being a chinese, I love chinese food. But most of the local restaurants here, serve very very OILY food. I went and check in the supermarkets, the cooking oils are not that cheap. Still dont understand why everything has to be SO OILY. The Chinese here loves brinjals (eggplant), tomatoes and also potatoes. U can find it ANYWHERE! oh, u can also find unusual meat products in many restaurants here that U wont find it common in other countries like dog meat, rabbit meat and also turtle meat. Most of the restaurants here are not very clean either but its cheap. Not into Chinese food? U can find Western, Malaysian, Vietnamese, Indian, Japanese, Thai food around shopping districts which will cost u alot more than the local restaurants. As long its not China Chinese, it will be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traffic lights. The traffic lights here are mainly redundant.. nobody obeys the red or green light.. Motorist, drivers, walkers.. especially walkers.. After staying in Singapore (which police can saman u for disobeying the traffic law) for 2 years.. its really really hard to adjust. The drivers and motorist will HONK till the cow comes home, and the walkers will just walk as they please like they own the streeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The price of the houses. Theres alot of apartments/condominiums/flats around Shanghai and the price is just ridiculous. A normal 3 room apartments at the city, can enable u to buy a double story house back in Malaysia. Shanghai is just over-crowded and properties are just high in demand. Our rental for 1-bedroom apartment a month is actually the amount we can pay every month as installments for a house in Malaysia. And of course, i really thing Shanghai-neses are pretty rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The weather. Maybe i'm not used to the 4 seasons yet. But the weather here is really unpredictable. It can be 35 degress celsius yesterday and 20 degrees today. I have to check the weather forecast everyday to ensure that i wear the right clothes. Kindda miss Malaysia's hot n sunny weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where is perfect. Every country has its own advantages and disadvantages. China is a very powerful country in terms of the amount of land they have and also the amount of humans they have. If only Shanghai could be slightly cleaner... then i think, i can really enjoy this place. Day and night, when I walk outside, I have to look at the floor to ensure that I wont step on anything disgusting. Just hope I WONT step on fresh dog/cat/human (human least likely, but never say nevery) poo someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: One more week to the place where I belong.... weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee............. wish i'm not travelling alone though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1107364365899481825?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1107364365899481825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1107364365899481825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1107364365899481825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1107364365899481825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-about-shanghai.html' title='Thoughts about Shanghai...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-3569503753515658084</id><published>2011-06-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:46:50.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>POPCORN makes me happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found this in a supermarket near my house.. Microwave popcorn.. Always see people popping corns with microwave in dramas, never really get to try it myself. Was very excited when i saw this.. They have loads of flavours, including the original butter flavour.. Got the chocolate flavour instead.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616893103229758290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNX-gQYKwIA/TfM2hI9Z61I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/lXFmjWHCSQY/s320/09.06.2011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its a very small packet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616893113042503714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeofNycpCCQ/TfM2htg8iCI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/JYW3Wv13Suk/s320/09.06.2011-2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remove the inside packet from the packaging, and throw it into the microwave for 3 mins or less.. and then it expanded!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616893117678725970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-FJ-Ylu-Oc/TfM2h-yTq1I/AAAAAAAAB7g/PkSpnMWbX0c/s320/09.06.2011-3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOILA... popcorns at home!!!!! =D and its really tasty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616893123071891842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BM8RJl_Ri38/TfM2iS4I2YI/AAAAAAAAB7o/thJ8V6JWbBc/s320/IMG_7452.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hubby and I finished it in less than 20 mins...will get more to stock up at home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Shanghai is fun.. as long u open your eyes to explore it and open your heart to accept it.. but, staying far away from your loved ones is not easy..Missed my grandma's birthday and though i know she wont be reading this... Happy Birthday Granny... sorry that i can't make it to your birthday again... =( the downside of living overseas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-3569503753515658084?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3569503753515658084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=3569503753515658084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3569503753515658084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3569503753515658084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/popcorn-makes-me-happy.html' title='POPCORN makes me happy!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNX-gQYKwIA/TfM2hI9Z61I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/lXFmjWHCSQY/s72-c/09.06.2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7677899929232015437</id><published>2011-06-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:18:10.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My cooking diary'/><title type='text'>Home cook dinner 05.06.2011</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna add a new label for my blog!! My cooking diary. Its meant to record down my cooking experience and see my progress as the time passes. I love cooking, but hates cleaning! Especially our new house here has a very small kitchen.. which kindda frustrates me sometimes. The landlord only provided on electronic stove for us and I always prefer to have at least 2 stoves. Cooking with electronic stove was (and still is) quite a challenge for me as I'm so used to fire stove. The feel is very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i love pasta. I love to cook pasta and i love to eat pasta. Pasta is an easy dish to prepare and u can hardly go wrong. Unlike Chinese dishes that requires alot preparations and fast cooking..Pasta (in my opinion) is much simpler and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dish for the night: Pamela's Pretty Bow Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEmX1Fvj8Q4/TexC6WkZrcI/AAAAAAAAB6o/oKlcRDW_Mq8/s1600/IMG_7438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614936405682269634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEmX1Fvj8Q4/TexC6WkZrcI/AAAAAAAAB6o/oKlcRDW_Mq8/s320/IMG_7438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Farfalle pasta.. they are so pretty and it kindda looks like butterflies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjmKrG9royg/TexC57XSd9I/AAAAAAAAB6g/W3dmDDvKRpo/s1600/IMG_7439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614936398379513810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjmKrG9royg/TexC57XSd9I/AAAAAAAAB6g/W3dmDDvKRpo/s320/IMG_7439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 10 mins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHWlJQdIiu4/TexC5lUjh8I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/RGGgqxCpTIA/s1600/IMG_7442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614936392462469058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHWlJQdIiu4/TexC5lUjh8I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/RGGgqxCpTIA/s320/IMG_7442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; farfalle pasta with pork meat pasta sauce + oregano leaves = Pamela's Pretty Bow Pasta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT A PREFESSIONAL CHEF.. so whatever that's written here is just my personal opinion and experience, and for personal improvement.. Thank you for reading! =) BON APPETITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Fried rice with fried honey chicken tonight.. (first attempt to fry chicken, nervous!) Hope it turns out well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-7677899929232015437?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7677899929232015437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7677899929232015437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7677899929232015437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7677899929232015437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-cook-dinner-05062011.html' title='Home cook dinner 05.06.2011'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEmX1Fvj8Q4/TexC6WkZrcI/AAAAAAAAB6o/oKlcRDW_Mq8/s72-c/IMG_7438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8869201641249305265</id><published>2011-06-04T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:57:07.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious moments..'/><title type='text'>The Yet-again resurrection of PamPamSoo</title><content type='html'>It's been (another)awhile since i last updated my blog.. I've once again resurrected my blog and i'm determined to keep it alive! Since now i'm living in Shanghai with my hubby, and most of the people i care and love are back in Malaysia or NOT in Shanghai, this is a great way to communicate to all of u who actually bothers to read about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since August 2010 to now, June 2011, ALOT has happened in my life. I quit my flying career with SIA, moved back to Malaysia and started planning for my wedding which happened on 25th Dec 2010. Here are some of the pictures that i really love (u might see them in my fb, but i can't help to repost these pictures that meant so much to me), and thanks to &lt;a href="http://ck-san.webs.com/aboutus.html"&gt;Ck San Photography &lt;/a&gt;who really did a wonderful job following us the whole day and capturing these precious moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo68_1bbrSg/Tes7IMi3OVI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/LBd6QJpOAPU/s1600/jeremy44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614646372439898450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo68_1bbrSg/Tes7IMi3OVI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/LBd6QJpOAPU/s320/jeremy44.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning with my family, waiting for the groom aka my hubby to arrive..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKQ6M5SN2w0/Tes7Hn3xENI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tl2m2j5T35w/s1600/jeremy46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614646362595463378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKQ6M5SN2w0/Tes7Hn3xENI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tl2m2j5T35w/s320/jeremy46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 'sisters' with me waiting for the 'brothers and groom' to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQUNHPBMckQ/Tes7HZ32JpI/AAAAAAAAB6A/kqCIahFOfxs/s1600/jeremy109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614646358837700242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQUNHPBMckQ/Tes7HZ32JpI/AAAAAAAAB6A/kqCIahFOfxs/s320/jeremy109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The moment that melts my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE-4mJwjMY/Tes35YXwJBI/AAAAAAAAB54/aHW-LC9o2kc/s1600/jeremy190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614642819381601298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE-4mJwjMY/Tes35YXwJBI/AAAAAAAAB54/aHW-LC9o2kc/s320/jeremy190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A christmas wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1GBB33TheQ/Tes34wcojBI/AAAAAAAAB5w/pfTaxHYSFb8/s1600/jeremy122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614642808664656914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1GBB33TheQ/Tes34wcojBI/AAAAAAAAB5w/pfTaxHYSFb8/s320/jeremy122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2 awesome good friends that helped me through thick and thin... thanks canna and ivy! i love u both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqvG2o9s8Uc/Tes34mf1d7I/AAAAAAAAB5o/HuhzhTC-hOI/s1600/jeremy170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614642805993732018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqvG2o9s8Uc/Tes34mf1d7I/AAAAAAAAB5o/HuhzhTC-hOI/s320/jeremy170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Newly added member to the family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5gBcXIIFaY/TessNhciDRI/AAAAAAAAB5g/JOMyx8AbJhM/s1600/jeremy201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614629971275418898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5gBcXIIFaY/TessNhciDRI/AAAAAAAAB5g/JOMyx8AbJhM/s320/jeremy201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 'brothers' and 'sisters'.. love the reaction of my friend Carriene in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENK99a0pBSs/TessNFXrOEI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/qpQoq3Yh08Q/s1600/jeremy203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614629963738855490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENK99a0pBSs/TessNFXrOEI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/qpQoq3Yh08Q/s320/jeremy203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with my dad's side of family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CIm3Yy9LMc/TessM3leF-I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/XeqpQmXzdLs/s1600/jeremy204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614629960038619106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CIm3Yy9LMc/TessM3leF-I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/XeqpQmXzdLs/s320/jeremy204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with my mum's side of family... Really appreciate everyone that came to bless us and excited for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mT4LPNYsbmg/Tesm-uOo1JI/AAAAAAAAB5I/h2tHqsTrNmw/s1600/jeremy278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614624219450627218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mT4LPNYsbmg/Tesm-uOo1JI/AAAAAAAAB5I/h2tHqsTrNmw/s320/jeremy278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favourite pictures after we have finished the morning tea ceromony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpGhC_nGKEc/Tesm-HCXJvI/AAAAAAAAB5A/WuQHuXS--8M/s1600/jeremy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614624208930154226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpGhC_nGKEc/Tesm-HCXJvI/AAAAAAAAB5A/WuQHuXS--8M/s320/jeremy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the wedding ceromony.. went in my dad.. it was a torn feeling.. Happy that i'm getting married to the man i love, sad that daddy has to give me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KigPB4rLjg/Tesm9_ZIoVI/AAAAAAAAB44/nj1z8X13EJA/s1600/jeremy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614624206878187858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KigPB4rLjg/Tesm9_ZIoVI/AAAAAAAAB44/nj1z8X13EJA/s320/jeremy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out with my hubby.. after Pastor pronounced us as Husband and wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_z2tJ1vdjc/TeskF5w8LSI/AAAAAAAAB4w/G1fZjJnCDkQ/s1600/jeremy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621044271492386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_z2tJ1vdjc/TeskF5w8LSI/AAAAAAAAB4w/G1fZjJnCDkQ/s320/jeremy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with the bridal party.. the girls look amazing.. custom made the dresses and not expensive at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrLXKqLq7w/TeskFb51YnI/AAAAAAAAB4o/NIaJ2zZZ8S0/s1600/jeremy382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621036255732338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrLXKqLq7w/TeskFb51YnI/AAAAAAAAB4o/NIaJ2zZZ8S0/s320/jeremy382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with my college mates that came from Pj and kl area.. (Dont say i never put your picture..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa-jFRfzAc8/TeskFEx38AI/AAAAAAAAB4g/h1-9K-TSXaA/s1600/jeremy406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621030048329730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa-jFRfzAc8/TeskFEx38AI/AAAAAAAAB4g/h1-9K-TSXaA/s320/jeremy406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with my ladies...The friendships that I cherished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8u5wt4BWEY/TesgihPYHAI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/CtiN-stqwLo/s1600/jeremy438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614617137857960962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8u5wt4BWEY/TesgihPYHAI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/CtiN-stqwLo/s320/jeremy438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A big thank you to you guys! oh, the baby is my godson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LLXeIOZcI0/TesgiPE4dSI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Yh3SQahLEf0/s1600/jeremy446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614617132982105378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LLXeIOZcI0/TesgiPE4dSI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Yh3SQahLEf0/s320/jeremy446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely brides maid... *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNXLgE8p8mA/TesghgsqO0I/AAAAAAAAB4I/nracewIt5Ic/s1600/jeremy443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614617120532478786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNXLgE8p8mA/TesghgsqO0I/AAAAAAAAB4I/nracewIt5Ic/s320/jeremy443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy family!!!! my sisters looked stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZTSPPWeRMo/TesE4L8VOQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/4RJgodxGI8A/s1600/jeremy452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614586723772479746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZTSPPWeRMo/TesE4L8VOQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/4RJgodxGI8A/s320/jeremy452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new family... my in-laws.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekm16H3afaU/TesE3h6o7DI/AAAAAAAAB34/jkdlubwyHiQ/s1600/jeremy526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614586712491093042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekm16H3afaU/TesE3h6o7DI/AAAAAAAAB34/jkdlubwyHiQ/s320/jeremy526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never really like Va-va-voom gowns, but I love this one! partly because its purple... XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many more pictures that i can't stop looking at but unfortunately, unable to post all of them up because its quite a pain to post pictures on blogspot especially when u are in CHINA (china banned blogspot as well! so we have to use VPN to access)..&lt;br /&gt;After the best day of my life (so far), I have to start preparing to move up to shanghai to join my husband. It was a bitter sweet time as I have to leave my comfort zone and the people i love for the man i love to disembark on a different kind of life! Shanghai wasn't the city that I ever thought of living, nor starting a newly-married life. But so far, i'm glad I came! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614582356617252450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jKMBfJGwjE/TesA5_BYzmI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/nFKdyyYgrOc/s320/IMG_6530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken in my parents' house before I leave for Shanghai.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614582362916608434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpbjaOuKqo/TesA6WfRWbI/AAAAAAAAB3g/jlQ3zqeyn3U/s320/IMG_6543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters and my ex-bridesmaid in the airport waiting to SHOO me away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried for like half an hour after I say goodbye to everyone in the airport.. Thank god i wasn't alone and hubby was right beside me. The flight was very uncomfortable as the aircraft is really small and it was a full flight.. (we will not wanna take southern china airline again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting a new life on a foreign land was quite a challenge for both of us. We have to adjust to one another's different living habits and also the 4 seasons in Shanghai which we never had back in Malaysia/ Singapore. There were ups and downs but we managed to go through it hand-in-hand. Marriage wasn't as scarry as what some people had told me. Marriage is beautiful. Marriage is a life-long learning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614586707463301538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPXEz03nNKQ/TesE3PL66aI/AAAAAAAAB3w/TUle9h8pcJU/s320/IMG_6683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I while walking on the streets of Shanghai during the after winter days.. Not so much of Spring yet... (i look CACAT in this picture!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: More entries to come, promise! XP&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-8869201641249305265?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8869201641249305265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8869201641249305265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8869201641249305265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8869201641249305265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/yet-again-resurrection-of-pampamsoo.html' title='The Yet-again resurrection of PamPamSoo'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo68_1bbrSg/Tes7IMi3OVI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/LBd6QJpOAPU/s72-c/jeremy44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4871612354066183964</id><published>2010-08-29T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:24:04.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short trips'/><title type='text'>What I really think about shanghai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As reported in my fb/tweet/blog and word of mouth, my fiancee or affectionately known as my hubby has moved to Shanghai for almost 3 weeks now. I am still terrified by the fact that he's in Shanghai and I am moving UP there soon to join him. As most people understand, it is not good for newly married couples to be away from each other.. NOT GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, I was blessed to be activated for a Shanghai flight (for work) as I miss him so much and I long to see how's his life there. I reached my hotel after midnight and was so thrilled to see him sitting at the lobby waiting for me.. Just knowing someone u love is waiting for you after work is like candy to a kid.. SWEET! We went to his apartment in the morning as he has too much to do for work and I have a big cargo bag to unpack to his apartment. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what I saw the first thing I step out of the taxi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEV-TMEmI/AAAAAAAAB28/CZA0JufJSV0/s1600/IMG_3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEV-TMEmI/AAAAAAAAB28/CZA0JufJSV0/s320/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932975821001314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The apartment is a private area with guards and automated card-scan door.. Pretty ATAS (posh) compared to where I'm staying now in Singapore.. the rental here can cost u more than RMB20,000 a month (about RM 10,000) for a 3 rooms apartment.. And the apartment is not excitingly big at all.. Lets just say its cute and cozy! Of course, all these his company pay la.. we could never afford such high rentals.. We might stay in a wooden house with coconut tree leaves if we were to find our own place on our own expense. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really thrilled with Shanghai as I had some bad experience with the busy streets, loud aunties, dirty-spitting-everywhere-uncles, crowded places and much much more when I used to fly there for work. Staying in Singapore for more than 2 years has accustomed me to a clean nice comfortable place and pretty robotic people who just go on with their lives everyday and do not scream and shout at people on the streets. Of course, there's no place like home-Malaysia. Malaysia is not exactly the best place to stay on earth, nor it has the best politic history, but I just love Malaysia for what it is! Especially my small little town- Klang, has the best food on earth! Like seriously ok!!! I've travelled around the world enough to say that confidently! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up to his apartment and greeted his housemates aka colleagues, he showed me his humble master-bedroom. It was much smaller than what I expected but it was cozy and fully furnished. The best part about the room is the breath-taking city view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrELE4MWMI/AAAAAAAAB20/5bCaw2qmUaw/s1600/IMG_3822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrELE4MWMI/AAAAAAAAB20/5bCaw2qmUaw/s320/IMG_3822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932788608260290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby says the view is so much better at night, and it was true! Managed to peek on the night scene before I left to work back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEKVAsGnI/AAAAAAAAB2s/8VBBaMo7NpU/s1600/IMG_3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEKVAsGnI/AAAAAAAAB2s/8VBBaMo7NpU/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932775758994034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a school sports event happening on that day and I can see so many events happening from the room itself. The students shouting 'Jia you! JIa you!' with so much enthusiasm can be heard from where I stood with the windows tightly shut! And I was very high above ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEJ1NY-ZI/AAAAAAAAB2k/4cc-go6xyGw/s1600/IMG_3824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEJ1NY-ZI/AAAAAAAAB2k/4cc-go6xyGw/s320/IMG_3824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932767222331794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken at the living hall... hubby's office is somewhere there... Try spotting it, and u'll get nothing! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEJJlBN-I/AAAAAAAAB2c/8R7x3N6BVQM/s1600/IMG_3825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEJJlBN-I/AAAAAAAAB2c/8R7x3N6BVQM/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932755510278114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chinese (from china that works together with me) stewardess that saw my husband in the hotel lobby when we arrive last night says my hubby is handsome.. I'm proud but dam jealous! And it makes me worry more now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked to his office under the super-can-melt-u hot sun which is less than 10 mins walk away from the apartment. The office is still under renovation and his boss has just bought so many furnitures from IKEA. Hubby has to go to the office and open the door to let the workers work on the furnitures.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEI04B09I/AAAAAAAAB2U/xkEHVP7M5mc/s1600/IMG_3827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEI04B09I/AAAAAAAAB2U/xkEHVP7M5mc/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932749952865234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The REAL Shanghai is not just about sky scrappers and beautiful scenery.. its about living and blending with the locals.. It was 10 in the morning and you can see the locals out and about doing their daily chores. The streets are not really clean and there are some parts where I want to puke just looking at it but i'm good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDpDhAgjI/AAAAAAAAB2M/doiHjN_LA-Q/s1600/IMG_3828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDpDhAgjI/AAAAAAAAB2M/doiHjN_LA-Q/s320/IMG_3828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932204127027762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to this tiny little shop which sells beef noodles that can only sit around 10 people at one time. This is one of his favourite shop so far as it is convenient, cheap, easy and 24 hours! Hubby ordered 2 beef noodles and frankly, I like it very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDovws3dI/AAAAAAAAB2E/-GaBvaMprF4/s1600/IMG_3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDovws3dI/AAAAAAAAB2E/-GaBvaMprF4/s320/IMG_3829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932198824140242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beef is soft and the noodles (La-mien)are freshly made.. The soup is not too salty or too bland.. It was quite nice! The only down part is, the shop is not clean at all! But what do u expect from a small local shop right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDoA6bMSI/AAAAAAAAB18/TtgCOWS84Pw/s1600/IMG_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDoA6bMSI/AAAAAAAAB18/TtgCOWS84Pw/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932186248458530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so hot that I must have a cold pepsi (no coke)to cool me down. If u know me well enough, u know that I dont take gas drinks often unless its necessary or unavoidable like when I order a meal in Mcdonald.. Pepsi and beef la-mien = AWESOMENESS for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDnZK2kII/AAAAAAAAB10/30FuirH5Scg/s1600/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDnZK2kII/AAAAAAAAB10/30FuirH5Scg/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932175579943042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The things in the shop are very affordable.. 1 small bowl of beef la-mien will cost u RMB5 which is less than RM2.5 i think.. very cheap! Next time I wanna try their Egg fried rice with their beef soup... nyam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDm9CYVYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/78SklRL03jg/s1600/IMG_3832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrDm9CYVYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/78SklRL03jg/s320/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932168028214658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a view of the apartment hubby is staying from the street that I will walk alot in the future.. Pretty magnificent.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby felt bad to neglect me during the day (after breakfast) because he has too much work to do, he brought me to this nice japanese restaurant near his place.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCc5mahaI/AAAAAAAAB1k/yzL6rXAV_CE/s1600/IMG_3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCc5mahaI/AAAAAAAAB1k/yzL6rXAV_CE/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930895795291554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sell japanese style BBQ meat...very nice also! But not too nice for the pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCb889yrI/AAAAAAAAB1c/cGRKwjVQ5Qw/s1600/IMG_3834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCb889yrI/AAAAAAAAB1c/cGRKwjVQ5Qw/s320/IMG_3834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930879515314866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Jeremy Ng very serious reading and studying the menu.. He doesn't really understand most of it coz its either in Japanese or Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCbMur6oI/AAAAAAAAB1U/imrlBHPDzlE/s1600/IMG_3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCbMur6oI/AAAAAAAAB1U/imrlBHPDzlE/s320/IMG_3835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930866570521218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The liquors and japanese wine selection.. too bad I can't indulge in any because I have to work later... But will definitely give it a try in the future if I have the chance! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCaREYi8I/AAAAAAAAB1M/sba8x1kOMZg/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCaREYi8I/AAAAAAAAB1M/sba8x1kOMZg/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930850555399106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered Oolong tea and he ordered some Japanese Grapefruit drink with 3.5% of alcohol.. Its really refreshing and nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCZ9xqAFI/AAAAAAAAB1E/PawrMD8vnKA/s1600/IMG_3837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrCZ9xqAFI/AAAAAAAAB1E/PawrMD8vnKA/s320/IMG_3837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930845376577618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was confused.. this looks very like KIMCHI (suppose to originate from Korea) and I thought this is a japanese restaurant? But the bean sprout and cucumber was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBzJOEJaI/AAAAAAAAB08/5z74T5mFjQE/s1600/IMG_3838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBzJOEJaI/AAAAAAAAB08/5z74T5mFjQE/s320/IMG_3838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930178433623458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hungry Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBy-msqEI/AAAAAAAAB00/DTAkvciDFC4/s1600/IMG_3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBy-msqEI/AAAAAAAAB00/DTAkvciDFC4/s320/IMG_3840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930175584151618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the tired jeremy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrByfmND2I/AAAAAAAAB0s/FpZmPnjPKo8/s1600/IMG_3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrByfmND2I/AAAAAAAAB0s/FpZmPnjPKo8/s320/IMG_3841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930167260581730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were suppose to cook the meats by ourselves but in the end the waitress helped us.. Maybe we were too slow.. hahahaha.. but everything was really good and both of us were really bloated after the meal! They gave us a mint chewing gum after hubby settled the bill.. This will never happen in Singapore (coz chewing gum is illegal here)... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBxxp7MiI/AAAAAAAAB0k/CuTjGqc16XM/s1600/IMG_3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBxxp7MiI/AAAAAAAAB0k/CuTjGqc16XM/s320/IMG_3843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930154928157218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we say goodbye to each other.. Both has chewing gum inside our mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be frank, this one day trip in REAL Shanghai hasn't gave me the IT factor for me to fall in love with other than the fact that my hubby is there.. But so far so good.. Many people told me that Shanghai is really happening and I dont need to worry about not being able to get anything I want there.. I can custom make my clothes there with a very cheap price.. I can get a massage just below the apartment or for a spa! There's so many shopping complexes in Shanghai to keep me entertained and the locals are not as bad as what I used to encounter. I look forward for my next LONG trip there to really stay and live there.. Who would ever thought that PAMELA SOO will be migrating to Shanghai soon? hahahaha.. from malaysia to singapore and soon to shanghai.. only God knows where I'm heading next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Since I will be quitting my job soon, heres a picture of me in the uniform.. Its really iconic ok! I will definitely miss flying and the places it can bring me to.. but i know I have a better future with someone I love in a foreign land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBxU9_6HI/AAAAAAAAB0c/h89bWE2Ts0w/s1600/IMG_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrBxU9_6HI/AAAAAAAAB0c/h89bWE2Ts0w/s320/IMG_3848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510930147227723890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-4871612354066183964?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4871612354066183964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4871612354066183964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4871612354066183964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4871612354066183964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-really-think-about-shanghai.html' title='What I really think about shanghai'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THrEV-TMEmI/AAAAAAAAB28/CZA0JufJSV0/s72-c/IMG_3820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7657160896204301444</id><published>2010-08-28T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T06:59:59.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My last saturday in singapore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning in Singapore and as usual.. I was lazy and couldn't bother to get my ass out of the house. Then only I realise that today is going to be the last saturday I have in Singapore before I pack everything and go back HOME for good! I know I'm gonna miss Singapore.. the cleanliness, the safety, the convenience of public transport... Therefore, I decided to head out to Vivo City, the so called biggest shopping mall in this small little island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love coming down to this shopping mall because they have most of the major brands that I fancy. But as time pass, the crowd  just getting bigger and bigger, especially weekends like today. It was insane! The moment I come out from the MRT (the train system), I dare not stop and stare, or else I will be one of the stampede victims. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so much frustrations I encoutered today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Every shop is filled with people.. You wanna try something, you got to Q up for the changing rooms.. You wanna pay for something, you got to Q up for the cashier as well! You wanna go wee wee, you got to Q up for the restrooms as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Just getting a place in Starbucks/Gloria Jeans/Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys or any cafes is impossible too. Place is filled with family or couples.. I was abit self concious to go in alone and just sit there and relax.. I would do that if it was a weekday...or i'm not alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The things that caught my attention were mostly MADE IN CHINA! So, no point for me to buy coz I will be living in China soon enough.. why pay more right? (control control.. self control is important.. save for the wedding!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I encountered this new shop that wasn't there the last time I went to Vivo. It's very interesting and attracted many customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRDO-HxkI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5zPGYi3Cu24/s1600/IMG_3860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRDO-HxkI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5zPGYi3Cu24/s320/IMG_3860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510454366320444994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the FRUIT PARADISE CAFE.. originated from Tokyo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing i noticed, Singaporeans love anything from Japan.. ANYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRCuObukI/AAAAAAAAB0M/a-pBUNY5VCo/s1600/IMG_3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRCuObukI/AAAAAAAAB0M/a-pBUNY5VCo/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510454357530491458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shop basically sells fresh fruit tarts like the picture above.. It looks so yummy but the price is not that yummy to the pocket though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRB5jCCsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/5OMR6fmjubs/s1600/IMG_3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRB5jCCsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/5OMR6fmjubs/s320/IMG_3862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510454343389809346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRBaHSdSI/AAAAAAAABz8/M0FXCAvR-ek/s1600/IMG_3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRBaHSdSI/AAAAAAAABz8/M0FXCAvR-ek/s320/IMG_3863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510454334951945506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQoBe5zbI/AAAAAAAABz0/kZnN9ks-4Zw/s1600/IMG_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQoBe5zbI/AAAAAAAABz0/kZnN9ks-4Zw/s320/IMG_3864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510453898843377074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQnlYIIkI/AAAAAAAABzs/4CPbJES9Ld4/s1600/IMG_3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQnlYIIkI/AAAAAAAABzs/4CPbJES9Ld4/s320/IMG_3865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510453891298763330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was havoc in the cafe but I managed to take away 3 different slices of their tarts for myself and my housemates. It was really good but abit too pricey for my liking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQmOxbyVI/AAAAAAAABzU/mhTwq8Z0l30/s320/IMG_3868.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510453868051024210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, its just a once in a while thing.. So it was ok.. hopefully I can find this in Malaysia or Shanghai to satisfy my sweet tooth once in a blue moon.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, my last saturday in Singapore was quite a pleasant one. Managed to get some nice necklace for myself and my sisters and some affordable tops. If given the choice, I wouldn't wanna go out on weekends in Singapore ever again.. Its just too scarry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side track: Pepsi has this huge campaign/advertisement at the MRT station and I think its really interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQnG73RsI/AAAAAAAABzk/McWgCqfFSng/s1600/IMG_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQnG73RsI/AAAAAAAABzk/McWgCqfFSng/s1600/IMG_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQnG73RsI/AAAAAAAABzk/McWgCqfFSng/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510453883127154370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQml1NV0I/AAAAAAAABzc/I2uCbKLAPsc/s1600/IMG_3867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkQml1NV0I/AAAAAAAABzc/I2uCbKLAPsc/s320/IMG_3867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510453874240870210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: So far, I have a big box of magazines, 1 box of my new unused facial and body products, 2 big boxes of winter clothes and dresses/skirts.. And i still got ALOT that I havent touch yet.. How on earth am i going to bring back EVERYTHING back to MALAYSIA la???????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/23216106006555724-7657160896204301444?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7657160896204301444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7657160896204301444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7657160896204301444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7657160896204301444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-saturday-in-singapore.html' title='My last saturday in singapore...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/THkRDO-HxkI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5zPGYi3Cu24/s72-c/IMG_3860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-3857358714151162311</id><published>2010-08-27T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T05:41:30.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>My last 2nd flight- Sin to Shanghai!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more than 1 week of haunting the office, they finally activated me for a shanghai flight! I was so happy and i was known as the Shanghai husband stewardess coz I call them almost every day to ask for a Shanghai flight... hahahaha... Talking about things u can do for love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Sin- Shanghai was a really smooth flight and the crew were great! Best part was, after a long and tiring flight, hubby was waiting for me at the hotel lobby when I reach there... It feels so good to have someone waiting for u after flights.. it really does boost up your motivation and everything.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will talk more about shanghai on my next post as I would love to put on some pictures to COLOUR-fied my dull black blog... XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main point is, my luck couldn't get any worse yesterday night and this morning.. Everything went so well when I was with hubby till after dinner part.. Both of us were having a discussion till we sort of lost track of time and went down to the street to get a taxi for me later than what we have planned.. It was a peak hour and it was so darn hard to get a taxi... After few minutes of waiting beside the street, it started to rain!! Really heavilly!! Not just cats and dogs, i think its more like cows and bulls! It was so heavy that we have to run to the bus stand opposite the road for shelter. Hubby stood beside the street for so long just to get a taxi for me. Some empty taxis just went by, ignoring desperate people like us waving our hands like crazy! This will not happen in Singapore.... Sienz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what it seems like years, hubby finally got a taxi for me to go back to hotel to prepare for my flight back to singapore.. phew.. i was 15 minutes late than what I have planned.. I told the taxi uncle that I need to get back to the hotel that I was staying in chinese, and uncle told me he doesn't know where the hotel is!!! Its a 5 star hotel!!! How can u not know????? Panic and freezing, i search my bag for the hotel card and I couldn't find it! I'm not exactly great in handling stressful situation..Then when i finally found it, uncle said he doesn't understand english.. ARGH!!! Then I managed to point to him the address which was written in chinese, then uncle only 'oh.. ok ok..', I told uncle, pls get me there FAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Load of traffic lights, loads of cars! And of all time, we were stuck behind a van in the middle of the road which can't move when the light turns green! With so many cars at the left right behind, uncle had a hard time moving to the other lane.. the time ticks away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more than 20 minutes.. i finally reach the hotel.. I ran to the lift and slot in my hotel key and pressed '4', but it doesn't light up! shit.. the key doesn't work at this time!!!!! The lift moved to 3rd floor and I saw a man in the hotel uniform, I asked him to help me but he doesn't even know we have to slot in our key to get to the floor we stay!! ARGH!!! I went back to the lift, wanting to go down to the lobby to get a new key, but the lift moved to 4th floor where some china men were waiting.. I ran to my room, tried to open the door with the key, but it doesn't work! I found a man with the hotel's engineering uniform and asked him for help... He doesn't gave much help either. In the end, i ran down to the lobby to get a new one.. I was 45 minutes late than what I have planned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I managed to shower, wash hair, make up and get ready in 45 minutes! I managed to go down early to check out from the hotel to work back to singapore! It was really a crazy night for me! At that time, it was still raining and there were thunders and lightnings.. I was wishing and hoping silently that weather is so bad that we might not be able to take off and i can stay in shanghai for another night.. hahahaahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish did came true, but not the whole thing.. seems like my wish n hope wasn't powerful enough (darn it!).. Due to the bad weather, all the aircrafts weren't able to take off and our flight was delayed for 3 hours!!! We have to board the not-so-happy passenger because, if not, we will not be in the Q to take off.. Most of the passengers were tired and cranky because it was a midnight flight and we crew were tired as well.. It was suppose to be a 4 hour and 40 minutes flight, turn out to be almost 8 hours! It was insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i'm glad its over! And i'm back in Singapore safe and sound.. I'm happy that i finally can have a sneak preview of my hubby's life in Shanghai too.. The best comfort was to see him in good health and doing fine there.. I reach back my room in Singapore at 9 this morning.. I slept the whole morning and afternoon away and I'm going to have another sleepless night again! God, pls help me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Shanghai shanghai.. I can't believe i'm going to move to shanghai next year! I never imagine myself moving out of malaysia when i was young... let alone, singapore and soon, shanghai.. its insane... pressure pressure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-3857358714151162311?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3857358714151162311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=3857358714151162311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3857358714151162311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3857358714151162311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-2nd-flight-sin-to-shanghai.html' title='My last 2nd flight- Sin to Shanghai!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8245350399756239987</id><published>2010-08-23T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:19:40.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the air...'/><title type='text'>What happened in the plane doesn't stay in the plane.. (anymore)</title><content type='html'>I was taking drink orders in business class to serve to the passengers after we take off... It was a Singapore to Bombay flight...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Good evening again sir, I'm taking the drink orders now and what would you like to have? We have a selection of cocktails, wine, juices and also soft drinks.' I asked with a very genuine smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I dont want alcohol drinks, what do you have?' The indian uncle looked at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'That would be juices, soft drinks and a selection of teas if you want. We also have perrier...' I answered, still with a genuine smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What juice u have?' Uncle asked again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wanted to tell him, 'Uncle, look at the menu la.. we give u menu for a reason! its for your reference and to answer your questions'. But, of course, I didn't say that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professionally, I smiled again, 'Sir, we have four types of juices, orange, apple, tomato and pineapple, which would you prefer then?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle ask me again, 'which one is fresh?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Sir, our orange and apple juices are from tetra packs, and our tomato and pineapple juices are served from cans.' My smile slightly weaker now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Do you have carrot juice?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I'm sorry sir, we do not have carrot juice on board.' (didn't I just told you what juices we have?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What about grapefruit juice?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly wanted to smack his head with the order board at that time, but, of course, I didn't do that.. that would be so unprofessional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave him a weak smile, 'Sir, I'm really sorry but we do not have grapefruit juice either, as I mentioned, we only have orange, apple, tomato and pineapple juice.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What kind of airline is this? You dont have anything!' Uncle mumbled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Sir, i'm sorry about that, but i'll definitely highlight to the company about your comment. May I get you something else?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Get me a tomato juice!' Uncle said frustrated-ly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I will definitely get you that after the take off sir. Thank you!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Packing the stuff that i've accumulated after 2 years in singapore is not easy task man! Where did all the things come from???? *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-8245350399756239987?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8245350399756239987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8245350399756239987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8245350399756239987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8245350399756239987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-happened-in-plane-doesnt-stay-in.html' title='What happened in the plane doesn&apos;t stay in the plane.. (anymore)'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1198744938510629874</id><published>2010-08-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:09:50.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>I wanna keep this blog alive!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here's the thing..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intend to keep this blog alive, I dont intend to delete it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life REaLLy has been like a roller coaster since my last update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think my life is getting more interesting that I just got to write it down and laugh reading it when I'm old and ugly... (wait, i can still be old but awesome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today is wednesday.. I submitted my resignation letter on monday.. my last day as a cabin crew would be on 31st of august which is a tuesday.. oh, it is also gonna be Malaysia's independence day! Merdeka to my homeland and myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got engaged to the love of my life on July 24th after he proposed on June 26th in his house after nasi lemak breakfast when we were watching ANACONDA.. yes.. the movie ANACONDA starring Jennifer Lopez.. not the kind of setting I imagined but who cares right? So happen, it was the day where my 1st ever god-son, Ethan Axel Tan was born! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soon-to-be husband(which i've been calling my hubby) has moved to Shanghai for his career advancement last week and I have to migrate to Shanghai as well to be with him (and shoo away all the pretty Chinese butterflies that might be interested in him) next year after Chinese New Year. I'm so proud of his achievement but I'm scared myself.. what on earth am I gonna do after I move there? will i be able to have my own career there? Or should I just brush up my MahJong skills and win the money of the rich tai-tais over there? Although I know he will never complain about me being jobless, but deep down, I fear that I will be a HUGE burden to him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my next month schedule will be even more interesting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-4th sept-CLEAR MY SINGAPORE MESSY ROOM! and move back to my little hometown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-20th      -choose gowns for bridal shoot, pick my hubby up from airport, bridal shoot, food tasting for our wedding dinner, catch up with too many of my lost touch friends since I moved to sin, unpack my stuff, make it look nice and tidy so that mummy wont nag, clean my hubby's room and loads loads more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20-23rd   - KL-Sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23-30th   - Sin- Pudong, Shanghai to visit my hubby and beautify our soon to be home as it looks like a bachelor pad now (through SKYPE la!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-4th oct- Last few days in Sin, pack and bid farewell to the place I have lived for more than 2 years... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, is my life interesting or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I can't wait to try on more of the beautiful wedding gowns awaiting for me!!! I'll be bringing mummy, my 2 angelic sisters with me to give me all the thumbs up and downs... too bad hubby will still be stuck in Shanghai.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1198744938510629874?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1198744938510629874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1198744938510629874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1198744938510629874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1198744938510629874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wanna-keep-this-blog-alive.html' title='I wanna keep this blog alive!!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1859521090058798042</id><published>2010-04-04T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:15:04.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>bag bag bag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM SO IN LOVE WITH MY NEW MICHAEL KORS BAG I BOUGHT FROM HOUSTON'S PREMIUM FACTORY OUTLET.. WEEEE......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: can't wait to go back singapore tomorrow coz i get to see my darling!!! weeee.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1859521090058798042?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1859521090058798042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1859521090058798042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1859521090058798042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1859521090058798042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/bag-bag-bag.html' title='bag bag bag...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4169908446757762515</id><published>2010-04-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:35:10.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>Intersting facts..</title><content type='html'>Some interesting facts of USA which i managed to compile during my stay here in Houston...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are having the Miss Teen Houston and Miss Houston pageant at the grand ballroom of Hilton Hotel where I'm staying.. Seriously, alot of them looked like plastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest shopping mall in Houston is called The Galleria, which happens to be walking distance from where I'm staying now.. Imagine the temptation I have to go through for 2 nights!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are much friendlier than those from San Francisco.. Dont even talk about those in New York..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLE is launching the iPad tomorrow morning on 3rd april 2010 and I am not going to Q up for it.. I'm one of the rare human species that doesn't have any APPLE products till now.. Not even their mp3 players.. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go to the factory outlets in States for really good bargains on American brands.. I shop till i drop this afternoon.. although what they offered there might be from last season, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats all for now.. I did say SOME interesting facts.. Not MANY interesting facts... Good night for now.. time to hit the bed and fly to Moscow tomorrow afternoon.. can't wait to go back Singapore on monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Gosh, i'm so confused with the days and the dates whenever I have really long flights like this pattern... Singapore- Moscow- Houston- Moscow- Singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-4169908446757762515?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4169908446757762515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4169908446757762515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4169908446757762515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4169908446757762515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/intersting-facts.html' title='Intersting facts..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4333030856240015731</id><published>2010-04-02T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:33:48.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the resurraction of blog..</title><content type='html'>Time flies and before u know it.. U have abandoned your blog (filled with spidey webs) for that long a time! Its crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good friday today and I'm stuck in Houston, texas.. Its so laid back here, everything seems to be on a slow pace compared to to Japan, Singapore or even San Francisco. The land they have is so abundant, their roads are so wide and my hotel room is so big (yet empty). And I missed their annual Rodeo carnival just by one day! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying life has been pretty good for me. I felt blessed to be 'awarded' with reasonable rosters every month compared to most of the seniors above me that claims to always get 'shitty flights' (pardon my 'french') every time I ask 'So, how's yr roster eh?'. Many may look at my high-flying career as something really cool.. But, trust me, its not fun once u get your hand on it. Just like cheesecake! No matter how awesome sinfully rich and tasty a cheesecake is, u just can't have it everyday coz eventually u will get sick of it and will rush to the toilet to puke just by the sight of it after 3 days of cheesecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dont get me wrong people (if there are still living beings reading my blog, that is).. I ain't complaining here.. the money we (cabin crew) earn is pretty good (especially if i convert back to RM.. DROOLS..) and the hotel we stay is usually 5-stars related but there's always a down side in everything we do or have.. Even LOVE. This is the moment where i'm totally homesick and lovesick and buddy-sick. The loneliness we feel sometimes facing the big hotel room generously given by our company is beyond bearable. I'm not sure about other airlines but for my company, we have this system that we will usually be rostered to fly with different people on every of our flights. Call yourself lucky if you are rostered to fly with your friend. So, look at my 'happy pictures' i posted on FB (its short for facebook, where have u been alien?)whenever i travel around the world, the 'happiness' is short lived and most times, I can't remember the names of the people on the pictures after 2-3 months if they are not under my FB so called 'friends' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always this time where insecurity will struck me....not so much of my family because I know better than anyone, my family will NEVER abandon me no matter what and we usually try our best to stay connected and close-knitted. Its always about my long distant relationship with my one and only workaholic boyfriend (BF). Ok, my malaysia-singapore (and around the world) whirlwind romance is not as bad as some malaysia-UK romance but it is bad enough for me already. So, in order to not let myself think so much, I shall go to the nearest factory outlet here later to give myself a big massive shopping therapy treat.. muahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update my prized possesions if I feel like it... (and if i can get anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Feel good to be able 'pen' down my thoughts here again.. i hope I will be consistent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-4333030856240015731?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4333030856240015731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4333030856240015731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4333030856240015731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4333030856240015731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurraction-of-blog.html' title='the resurraction of blog..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-780950959562370415</id><published>2009-12-12T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:17:34.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for the soul'/><title type='text'>how simple life can be..</title><content type='html'>My blog is always abandoned by me because sometimes, i really dont know what to talk about.. anyways, got this email few times from many different people and I thought this is something really good to share to u guys with.. Whether u have received this forwarded email before, just run through it.. its a good reminder on how simple life can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;2.    Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner&lt;br /&gt;         like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less&lt;br /&gt;         food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Live with the 3 E's -- Energy,  Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5.    Make time for prayer.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;7.    Read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;8.    Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;9    Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk,  smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what&lt;br /&gt;         their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control.&lt;br /&gt;         Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with  his/her&lt;br /&gt;        mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate&lt;br /&gt;        others.&lt;br /&gt;20.  Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;21.  No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;22.  Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn.   Problems &lt;br /&gt;        are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like &lt;br /&gt;     algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;24.  You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;27.  Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp; under the  age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;29.  Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;30.  What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;31.  Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your&lt;br /&gt;         family and friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;33.  Always speak the truth even if it leads to your death.&lt;br /&gt;34.  GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;35.  However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;36.  No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;37.  The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;38.  When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;br /&gt;39.  Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: can't wait for my early christmas and birthday celebration with my family and darling next week.. hopefully everyone can make it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-780950959562370415?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/780950959562370415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=780950959562370415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/780950959562370415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/780950959562370415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-simple-life-can-be.html' title='how simple life can be..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8769769909301318544</id><published>2009-10-31T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:51:19.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>100th post!!!</title><content type='html'>HAHAA.. Finally.. I hit my 100th post.. Took me soooooooooooo long.... and my sister-jessica has already hit her 300th.. Anyway.. its not really important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a supposedly 5-days Taipei trip with my mum (the last day is not considered coz we have to leave our hotel at 5am!!!).. It was a blast and we shopped so much till my mum has to pay for over-weight baggage surcharge to go back to malaysia from singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired physically because I havent really had a proper rest since last week.. My schedule was jam packed!!! Its insane when I look at my schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laundry is piling up.. I wish theres a maid or someone that can help me to do it instead of me, myself and I.. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying to Auckland, New Zealand tomorrow.. anyone wants some awesome-ly good honey? Service charge will be billed on you if u order.. Warning: the Manuka honey is not really cheap as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family and friends back in Malaysia so much.. sometimes i wonder what on earth i'm doing here alone in singapore.. I miss my dad's lame jokes, I miss my mum's cooking and our heart-to-heart talks, i miss jessica's horse-like laughter and Amanda's witti-ness.. I miss my best friend sau kin, and my other 2 kaki- Yong hong and Hui Fung.. I miss Church so much.. all those crazy wackos like Wuan Chin, Sherene Cheong, GG, Stephanie, Hermann and the other Counter strike kaki that will bully me endlessly when we play that game.. Yet, I still enjoyed it.. I miss Su lin, wah jiang and Robin too.. hardly get to meet my ex-college mates ever since I left Help Uni College.. And somany other important people that if i were to list all of them down, this blog will be dam long and lame.. So many people I have to meet, yet so little time.. I wish I have 48 hours a day sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of all.. I miss u, jeremy.. I need you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow will be a new month.. NOVEMBER is still a jam-packed month for me.. But thank god for a wonderful roster that I get to fly to places I haven't been and the essential rest period so that I can travel back HOME... There's no place like home.. How nice if I can work and earn Singapore currency in Malaysia.. hahahaha.. *day dreaming*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: time to unpack, then pack again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-8769769909301318544?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8769769909301318544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8769769909301318544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8769769909301318544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8769769909301318544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post.html' title='100th post!!!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-226824885565037480</id><published>2009-09-30T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:19:40.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends are friends forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my 'faithful' readers have been complaining that I'm not updating my blog frequent enough.. I'm so sorry as I'm just pure lazy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the date on my last update, I can't believe time can fly so fast..And today is already 1st of october!! Its so scarry.. and freaky.. Some of my friends are getting married and have already married.. Congratulations to Mr and Mrs Hadrion loh (canna tan) and so sorry for MIA-ing on your big day.. its so hard to change flight with other stewardess as they are always asking for some kind of 'reward'.. Also, congratulations to Mr and Mrs Lawrence Kwang (Agnes yong) as well.. Sorry again, that I'll be missing out on your big day too.. Gosh, sometimes i love my job, sometimes I really hate my job.. i hate my job when i have to miss out on big events like weddings or birthdays when I"m stuck in either singapore or somewhere around the world.. But, there is something that I love about my job.. that is to travel around the world and meet up with one of my closest friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace Gan (GG) went to london 2 weeks ago to further her studies.. and i was called up last minute by my company to do a flight to london few days back.. I was so excited and all i can think about is to meet GG.. miss her loads.. I got her London number from her darling- Jeffrey and straight away sms her.. SO happen, she will be in london too on the weekends!!! (she's 1 hour away from the heart of london)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After quite a number of sms after I touch down, we finally found each other in Primark, Oxford street. Primark is very very famous in UK as it is the CHEAPEST clothing store you can find in UK. 1 normal blouse can cost around 3 pounds or slightly more only.. It is very very cheap! We were so excited to see each other there and we hugged each other immediately after we spotted each other.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I brought GG to the hotel that I'm assigned by my company to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387512877838226834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRKawpj1ZI/AAAAAAAAByI/HOFr_DmKzQw/s320/IMG_0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is taken at the train station.. it was really crowded.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387512869511825426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRKaRoZCBI/AAAAAAAAByA/RduaG5IwJMs/s320/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the train with our shopping bags.. woohoo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we reached my hotel room, due to extreme tired-ness and walking, GG filled the bath tub with hot water and we soaked our poor tired legs in it and had a heart-to-heart girly talk.. I really miss those crazy times we had back then when both of us are still in malaysia, together with the other crazy chicks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, we went around the heart of london for some sight see. Due to very limited budget, we decided to take the train and explore ourselves instead of paying 24 pounds for the hop-on-hop-off sight see tour bus package.. And we never regret!!! (although we walked ALOT) and all I paid was 5.60 pounds for the all day pass (can be used for all public bus and trains) and GG paid even lesser coz she has the Oyster pass (which is something like our touch and go card).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRLZZ03HxI/AAAAAAAAByY/X4RmUncSi1I/s1600-h/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387513954043371282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRLZZ03HxI/AAAAAAAAByY/X4RmUncSi1I/s320/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the famous London clock tower- BIg BEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRLZ_ofGTI/AAAAAAAAByg/zIVL8YLJuCY/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387513964192012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRLZ_ofGTI/AAAAAAAAByg/zIVL8YLJuCY/s320/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London eye.. which we never ride coz its too expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387512848216942370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRKZCTS5yI/AAAAAAAABxw/YxLq9BEnCxM/s320/IMG_0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In front of Buckingham palace.. we missed the change of guards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was fun filled and crazy... but at the end of the day, we have to say goodbyes and go back to reality. I really admire those people that can survive in coutries like UK or USA as the things there are so much more expensive compared to Malaysia or even Singapore. There are more pictures uploaded in my facebook, if u r interested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387512864153858530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRKZ9q88eI/AAAAAAAABx4/UVORozfcivE/s320/IMG_0545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and teddy in my hotel room.. Teddy is the representative of someone.. *cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before that, i was back in malaysia for my once-in-a-month-at-least homesick therapy holiday.. It was amanda's birthday and we had our dinner in Dragon-I and then watched some very boring movie called G-force.. It was about this bunch of guinea pigs who are trained to be like real CIA agents.. quite ridiculous and predictable.. Nearly slept in the cinema but can't deny the fact that the guinea pigs are quite cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387521878806985970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRSmr3vfPI/AAAAAAAAByo/azmqMeuAe54/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad and mum, we realised that, dad can't smile whenever we ask him to pose for cameras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRHi6xVcpI/AAAAAAAABxY/7QTZiXnDgiA/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387509719459263122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRHi6xVcpI/AAAAAAAABxY/7QTZiXnDgiA/s320/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The SOO sisters.. bad photographer.. ahem.. my mum.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387509728461985778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRHjcTwF_I/AAAAAAAABxg/_FbBugOl2ug/s320/IMG_0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of my trip, I managed to meet up with my best friend who just came back from CHINA after 2 months (ya, she survived!!) and my buddies from secondary school. Hui Fung brought along her darling togehter with their new lover-some cool DSLR camera and he helped us to take some really nice pics.. Here are my favourites..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387512888890831714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRKbZ0tM2I/AAAAAAAAByQ/buE2MjVjF6U/s320/kimgary.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our lunch at Kim Gary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387509703378201106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRHh-3T6hI/AAAAAAAABxI/E5EhEAfE33Q/s320/foodcourt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; and then we 'lepak' at the food court and take more pics.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for another hang out girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one thing i hate about my job is that, I'm going to miss mooncake festival with my family and friends.. Ok, i dont really celebrate mooncake festival, but it is always all these festivals that make me wanna go home even more.. The mooncake boxes in malaysia nowadays are getting more and more competitive! They are so gorgeous and some of the boxes are more expensive than the mooncakes itself!! Its ridiculous.. yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRHj4U5W_I/AAAAAAAABxo/A7rcotzRa_g/s1600-h/IMG_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387509735982980082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRHj4U5W_I/AAAAAAAABxo/A7rcotzRa_g/s320/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents bought this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387508444041730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRGYreGWbI/AAAAAAAABxA/LU_2znpvTAg/s320/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And look at the packaging inside.. so pretty and gold..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, Jeremy bought this for my parents to 'bribe' them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRGX9Ey4qI/AAAAAAAABw4/JJQAdZS9X6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387508431587566242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRGX9Ey4qI/AAAAAAAABw4/JJQAdZS9X6Y/s320/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387508408511042610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRGWnG7FDI/AAAAAAAABwo/yz2qPGwxuLw/s320/IMG_0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And look at how the box opens and the packaging inside!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387508400563960722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRGWJgMO5I/AAAAAAAABwg/YDRHX2asM0M/s320/jeremy+n+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Thanks for the mooncakes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy mooncake festival, everyone!!! I'm gonna miss home as I will be in Shitney again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I seriously despise some people who doesn't know how to appreciate the things they used to have and now regreting and trying all sorts of stupid ways to get it back.. grow up, kid... &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-226824885565037480?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/226824885565037480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=226824885565037480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/226824885565037480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/226824885565037480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html' title='updates...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SsRKawpj1ZI/AAAAAAAAByI/HOFr_DmKzQw/s72-c/IMG_0528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7298881014345885160</id><published>2009-09-10T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:21:25.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>too fast too furious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why wanna hinder yourself to be with someone who appreciates you so much for someone who doesn't even appreciate you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why care about what other people thinks when a relationship is just between you both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what if others think you are a player, as long i know you are not and that you are happy, then doesn't matter already LA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you can decide for yourself what is best for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a guy to come down all the way to singapore to accompany you after your break up is not easy lo.. even your ex also never come down before.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I want is you to be happy.. If this guy makes you happy and makes you feel loved and appreciated, why wanna miss your chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, you wanna cry when the guy decided to give up on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have cried for 2 weeks, isn't that long enough to heal a wound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is just numbers.. so what if others think you are moving on too fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relationship only involves you and him.. dont care about what other people think la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABOVE ARE SOME OF THE STATEMENTS FROM THOSE THAT SUPPORTED ME TO TAKE THE PLUNGE.. INCLUDING MY FAMILY (my mum especially sayang him the most).. HAHAHA.. THEREFORE.. I DECIDED TO TAKE THE PLUNGE AND HOPEFULLY, PRAYERFULLY, THIS WILL BE THE LAST PLUNGE.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: this entry is inspired due to too much slammings from many people whether I'm attached again or not.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-7298881014345885160?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7298881014345885160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7298881014345885160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7298881014345885160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7298881014345885160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-fast-too-furious.html' title='too fast too furious?'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8963366721479480867</id><published>2009-08-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:54:05.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>holiday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 2.34am in the morning now and here I am, in the comfort of my own home, eating my instant Mee Goreng-Sambal Prawn flavour and updating my yet-again-abandoned blog.. Talking bout having life..hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one huge problem about me, I get hungry very fast and I can't sleep when I'm hungry.. Ya, I know darn well that eating after midnight and before u sleep is a big NO NO for someone who needs to fit into her tiny little kebaya uniform but I get very cranky when I can't sleep too.. So, instead of rolling from left to right on my small single bed, I decided bravely to storm down my home's kitchen and satisfy my cravings for instant noodles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now i'm a Happy big girl.. coz i'm no longer hungry.. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just watched UP- the latest animation movie from PIXAR and it was all VERY RIDICULOUS.. from the beginning to the end.. BUT, I enjoyed it.. VERY MUCH.. Although it was really ridiculous and illogic, PIXAR has their own way to deliver a warm touching message to the people.. I went and watch with my family and all 5 of us had such a great laugh.. Its been some time as well since we went for a movie togehter.. And I'm glad that my dad was the one who insisted to watch this movie in the cinema due to all the good reviews he read from the various resources.. One thing really cute about my dad is that, he relies heavilly on the reviews of the magazines or newspaper he reads.. If the review is good, he will only consider to watch that particular movie.. If its not good, he will gladly write a list for me to buy the pirated DVDs from Shanghai.. (sshh... dont tell MSIA government that we are supporting piracy.. coz i'm sure U do too..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: My mum reads my blog.. yes.. nowadays, our parents are getting more IN man.. dont play play.. and the best part is, she reads from my 1st entry to my last (talking bout my biggest fan).. and my sisters' blogs are not spared too.. hahahah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-8963366721479480867?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8963366721479480867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8963366721479480867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8963366721479480867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8963366721479480867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/holiday.html' title='holiday..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-3449438234982543049</id><published>2009-08-12T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:52:58.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for the soul'/><title type='text'>think again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A colleague of mine commented this when we were talking about people that spend so much money on branded goods:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Why do u need to buy something that u dont need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the money u dont have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to please people that u dont even know?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very very inspiring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Gosh.. time really flies.. Im in my current company for 1 year already.. and soon, I'll be trained to serve in business class... wow.. I wonder whats ahead.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-3449438234982543049?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3449438234982543049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=3449438234982543049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3449438234982543049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3449438234982543049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-again.html' title='think again..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7049751712754629284</id><published>2009-07-15T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:36:09.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Back to work, back to reality..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After almost 10 days of rest.. Recovered from fever and flu.. Still recovering super slowly from the heartbreak.. I am finally back to work.. And I was literally dragging my feet to report for work.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was abit slow as I was really lack of sleep and i had my leaves way too long.. Everything got so rusty and I even forgot to put my lipstick when I came out from my singapore house.. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm now in Jakarta.. Will be flying back tomorrow morning and I got to wake up like 3am or so.. I'm staying in Shangri-la now which is situated at the heart of Jakarta town..  around 1 hour from the airport.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This hotel is way much better than the hotel we stayed last time as the latter hotel was 'haunted'.. It looks scarry and everywhere in the hotel looks dark and spooky.. Even the room itself gives me all the goosebumps.. But, so far I didn't encounter any 'good friends' when I was staying there.. I do hear alot of stories about peoples' encounter with those 'uninvited' though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog has been pretty dull.. with no pitures.. Here's some pistures that I took from my room.. The view is pretty good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G3fw5X8I/AAAAAAAABwY/tZlNJC1Ivtw/s1600-h/IMAGE_321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358939263339159490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G3fw5X8I/AAAAAAAABwY/tZlNJC1Ivtw/s320/IMAGE_321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G26DjEvI/AAAAAAAABwQ/QcanOrb5Et0/s1600-h/IMAGE_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358939253216842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G26DjEvI/AAAAAAAABwQ/QcanOrb5Et0/s320/IMAGE_320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G2mF_HMI/AAAAAAAABwI/95_PmZ_f5CM/s1600-h/IMAGE_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358939247858359490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G2mF_HMI/AAAAAAAABwI/95_PmZ_f5CM/s320/IMAGE_319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G2Qe32JI/AAAAAAAABwA/FZ6_Ciw1WUY/s1600-h/IMAGE_318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358939242057160850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G2Qe32JI/AAAAAAAABwA/FZ6_Ciw1WUY/s320/IMAGE_318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I finally got my confirmation in my company!!! It has been a long wait!! After so many uneventful things happen in my life, I finally can see something that gives me hope.. Well, I was pretty ready to be sacked and go home (due to high mc days during probation period).. But looks like its not gonna happen any soon.. hahaha.. Thank god for everything..&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/23216106006555724-7049751712754629284?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7049751712754629284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7049751712754629284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7049751712754629284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7049751712754629284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-work-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to work, back to reality..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/Sl7G3fw5X8I/AAAAAAAABwY/tZlNJC1Ivtw/s72-c/IMAGE_321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8245775635145603720</id><published>2009-07-13T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:11:00.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I GOT A NEW LOVER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Have a new Lover..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not A boyfriend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But a NEW LOVER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lover that will stick with me faithfully no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lover that can be turned on anytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lover that will make me happy.. Very very happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my WHITE LOVER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new WHITE Nintendo DS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What were u thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Its been more than 1 week.. I think i'm moving on well.. I think I am.. this is the hardest breakup ever.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-8245775635145603720?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8245775635145603720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8245775635145603720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8245775635145603720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8245775635145603720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-new-lover.html' title='I GOT A NEW LOVER...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2132461130575471474</id><published>2009-07-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:27:06.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Progress..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried worse than a baby last night~! OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!! Its so embarrassing.. Now that I think back.. But, I finally released.. I FINALLY RELEASED.. I didn't say much about anything.. Most of the times were my friends talking and advicing and comforting me.. And all I did was cry like a stupid silly idiot brainless baby.. (ok, theres no such baby in this world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started pretty harmless.. I went to Sushi King for a very light dinner with a good old friend of mine- Ivy and I was asking about her love life more rather than letting out the frustration I had after 1 week of ignorance from HIM.. I thought I can pass through the night without any tears and I can just act cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to Modestos to meet up with another 2 friends.. Eric and Cherlyn.. They were gossiping and things turn really sad (for me)when Cherlyn says 'He doesn't wanna see you at all for the time being..I'm sorry to say this, and i know u r really sad, but he just want to be left alone'.. The words that she used were blunt yet sharp.. Blunt in a way, its simple straightforward english. Sharp in a way, its like a sharp spear to my heart.. All I want was a simple meeting between me and HIM so that we can clear our piling misunderstandings and then MOVE ON.. I know he wont pick up my calls, and I tried sms him telling him all my feelings.. Be it anger, frustration and most times dissapointment.. Yet, he can't just sms me and tell me that he doesn't wanna see me.. AND he chooses to tell a third party to pass the message to me.. It hurts.. I just dont understand how can he treat me this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I just shut up.. almost the whole night.. Until Ivy pull me up from my chair and told me she wanted to talk to me.. That is when I broke down.. LITERALLY.. I really cried.. In front of public.. I can't believe it.. But i can't control it.. All the things that the rest said were true but hurtful.  I can't deny the fact.. It all right in front of me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People must be thinking I'm some weird maniacs.. crying in a business centre like a baby. But it was really a release.. I didn't know I needed it.. Ivy's hug and encouragement were so warm that I just can't control myself and act like everything was fine anymore.. Its not fine.. I love him, I miss him, I know i'm wrong, I tried to fix it.. But he IGNORED.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Ivy said was right, if he doesn't give a damn about u anymore, why must you torture yourself like that? Do u think its worth it? You have tried any possible ways to reach him, and he doesn't even bother to respond, maybe he's happily sleeping at home while u r suffering here, he doens't even bother to care, just let it go.. U deserve someone much better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, thats something I've been hearing and tried so hard to convince myself.. I just feel very unfair.. People make mistakes, why am I not given a chance to patch it back.. So fast, he just set the punishment for me.. ITS NOT FAIR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Modesto to the bench in front of Starbucks and then back to Modestos.. My tears never stop.. Even after Eric has drove me to the front of my house, I told him I need time to cool off before I enter my house.. That was like 11pm already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I decided to go back.. because Eric has been babysitting me too much and he needs to work the next day.. I appreciate his effort and felt guilty for troubling him every since I broke off with HIM.. THANK YOU SO MUCH ERIC AND really sorry to trouble you the whole night.. I really appreciate it and no more drunk crazy sad nights for me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought i was calm when i get back.. But the moment I saw my mum at the door.. I broke down even worse.. Mum was shock and just hugged me.. She never say anything but asked me a few questions.. I never reply and just concentrate on my cying.. I was a little tipsy as I never had enough sleep for the pass few days and the beers that I swallowed really kicks in already.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I felt much better.. But I can't help longing to have a peep on him to see how is he or hoping he will at least call to say sorry for being such a jerk ignoring and AVOIDING me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It didn't happen but I believe everything happens for a reason.. Maybe he's really done with me.. He wants to be alone or maybe he has found someone who can be there for him all the time.. Maybe he realises this long distant thing is not suitable for him.. I thought my life was perfect.. Happy supportive family, good money flying career and a darling that loves me with unconditional love.. I might be in the midst of losing my job.. I dont know.. it doesn't really affect me coz I can always come back to malaysia and find a job and now I lost him.. I dont know how long I need to stand on my own feet again..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know they are not reading.. but Dad n mum, I'm really sorry for making you worry.. I really dont mean to.. But I couldnt' hold on to it anymore as his plain ignorance really hurt me to the max.. and sorry for drinking so much and not giving me lecture about it.. Amanda, thanks for not asking anything and just be there for me with the tissue box.. Jessica, I know you are worried bout me, but I'm fine.. Eric, thanks for being the driver of the night and your reminder about who's more important in my life.. Cherlyn, thanks for being just there although I can't really remember what you have said.. And most important of all, IVY, i love you babe.. I know you have your own issues, yet u stayed up for me.. I really can't thank you more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i've said this before.. But I have to keep reminding myself coz I will always forget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIME TO MOVE ON (dont miss him dont miss him dont miss him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: seriously.. I think true love is really full of bullshit and crap right now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2132461130575471474?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2132461130575471474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2132461130575471474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2132461130575471474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2132461130575471474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/progress.html' title='Progress..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6883474061838973632</id><published>2009-07-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:06:59.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>75%-25%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm currently waiting for the boarding of my flight at Terminal 1, Singapore Changi Airport.. 75% of me is desperate to go back to the comfort of my home where my family and friends are there to welcome me home.. But, theres another 25% of me thats really reluctant to go back.. Going back to KLIA.. The place where WE started.. The place where we exchange promises and commitment that we will stay faithful and love and appreciate one another.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not forgetting.. passing by his house each and everytime I go back home.. Haihz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavy rain just subsided in Singapore here.. The floor outside is wet and it really brings my spirit down.. Its so funny that my world has turned upside down ever since I sms him 'Lets walk seperate paths, since u just ignore me'.. It was me who initiated.. but looks like its me who's regreting it and really sad about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm determined to move on, i'm determined to change for the better.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its dam tough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a nice drink.. release and unleash the crazy me.. Klang.. Here I come.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Darn, I'm hungry.. I thought I just had my lunch.. I'm gaining back my appetite.. Yeah.. but no more flat tummy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6883474061838973632?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6883474061838973632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6883474061838973632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6883474061838973632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6883474061838973632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/75-25.html' title='75%-25%'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6549822590071171432</id><published>2009-07-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:04:56.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for the soul'/><title type='text'>one inspiring thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is something from my fren that he cut and paste for me: (very inspiring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hong An, thanks for this inspiring passage.. I really got inspired.. Thanks for everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I can't wait to go back HOME to just have a long break!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6549822590071171432?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6549822590071171432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6549822590071171432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6549822590071171432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6549822590071171432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-inspiring-thought.html' title='one inspiring thought...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-741433114701299146</id><published>2009-07-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:48:22.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>shattered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very good fren of mine told me this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"a person worth your tears will never make u cry, and a person who makes u cry is not worth your tears..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He keeps reminding me that and i really understand it.. but how many of us could actually live with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I was down with fever, life was like hell.. Panadol was like my new BFF (best friend forever) Stuck in my small little room in singapore, worrying that my mc will affect my career, heart not only broken, but torn to pieces, and my mind is all occupied about him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was hard.. I barely sleep well.. took me 3 hours to roll on the bed, sleep for 2 hours and then I'm awake again.. for no reason.. I can't deal with it.. I was wrong to say 'lets just walk our seperate paths' but I felt so hurt by all his doings, that's why i was so mad.. But he doesn't understand.. he thinks its my fault.. that i put both of us into such torture.. U think i want it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't deal with it until someone told me.. that HE actually told her.. he doesn't want to have anything to do with me right now.. He just want peace, he just wanna be alone.. I was SHATTERED..I cant believe he can say that.. I dont know how to face the reality.. My nose keeps running, cough never ending.. and my heart is sharreted and burned.. I've never felt so horible in my life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, i've been through many breakups.. but none is as bad and as hurting as this.. Away from all my family and good friends.. I felt like end of the world.. I really need to do something.. but I do not have the energy.. 1 bowl of fish porridge, took me 2 meal times to finish it.. Gone were my hearty appetite and my really piggy sleeping habits.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happened to all the love and promises? What happened to all the sweet memories? What happened to all our dreams and plans? Just because I said something wrong, he deleted everything from his mind.. He keeps assuming that we will argue if he calls but he didn't even try.. ITS NOT FAIR..Its so hurting to be treated like dirt by someone u care so much for the past few months.. Its so dissapointing to see someone give up on you just like that.. But, i wanna get over it.. He wants me out of his life, fine.. I will make his wish come true.. I need to get over it.. If he doesn't appreciate me, after all the patch-up efforts i've done, I got nothing to say at all... I'm really tired.. Mentally, physically and literally... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to all my friends that were and still are with me.. I thought LOVE is most powerful but I was so naive to believe that kind of crap.. I dont know when I have the guts back to fall in love again.. I told Wah Jiang, I may wanna turn lesbian, since men always like to hurt girls so much.. hahaha.. But I can't imagine myself kissing a girl.. feels quite wrong (for me personally).. No hard feelings to all the gays and lesbian out there ya.. I still respect u guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is nothing (at least to me now and for few months n years to come), Friendship rules and on top of that, FAMILY is the best.. i just can't wait to go home.. to a place where i can feel secure.. a place where I have a shoulder to lean on.. I'm really tired.. I really need a break.. i really do.. my life was all about him so much that everyone suspects that I'm in love with him more than he does to me.. i hope that is not true.. but i guess the reality has its own say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so embarrased with myself.. i thought i can patch things up.. but he dont give a damn anymore.. Now only i know.. all the stupid silly calls i made that he ignored.. I feel so dumb now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to be not myself just one day.. I wanna try something that I never try before.. I just wanna release myself.. and look forward for a better day to come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I'm sorry for being such a whinny person to some of my friends.. U know who u are.. and thank you for being so supportive and not forsaking me at this time.. pls give me some time.. at least 3 months.. sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-741433114701299146?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/741433114701299146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=741433114701299146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/741433114701299146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/741433114701299146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/shattered.html' title='shattered...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1415899687436920364</id><published>2009-06-30T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:54:05.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>In order to get distracted..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Orchard Road today to meet a friend and we went to Far East Plaza(FEP) where Singaporeans claimed it to be the Singapore Sungai Wang Plaza.. The reason is, I cannot stay in my singapore house as I will really think too much.. I need some distractions.. There are many small little shops in FEP and are sold in affordable prices (compared to those high end brands along Orchard Road).. I didn't plan to buy ANYTHING but ended up overspent..&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 dresses, 2 leggings, 2 long necklaces, The little Nyonya DVD series (singapore famous drama), 1 blouse, 2 story books and 4 packets of tissue from an old lady that cost me s$2.. and oh.. not forgetting the lunch, tong sui and dinner as well...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;When you are not in a very good mood and you wanna get yourself distracted, NEVER GO OUT OF YOUR HOUSE IN SIGAPORE THINKING U WILL NEVER BUY ANYTHING especially during this GREAT SINGAPORE SALE..&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ITS A BAD IDEA!!! BAD HORRIBLE IDEA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I dont know how long I can take this but 2 days seem like 2 weeks long.. I miss you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1415899687436920364?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1415899687436920364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1415899687436920364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1415899687436920364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1415899687436920364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-order-to-get-distracted.html' title='In order to get distracted..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6006453653654355682</id><published>2009-06-29T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:49:05.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious moments..'/><title type='text'>Interesting people..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was working my way up to Shanghai and it was a day flight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, smile on your face for my kind of job is a MUST YES thing.. Passengers were restless and hyper, many demands were attended..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An elderly couple (confirmed above age 50) looked at me and smile at me after I served them their hot chinese tea.. I strike a friendly conversation with them and got to know that they just came back from a holiday at Bali.. I told them, I wanna go Bali too but time doesn't permits..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After meal service, elderly man signaled me.. I went to them and they told me that they really enjoyed the flight and that me and my colleagues have provided an extraordinary good service and they trully appreciate it.. I told them thank you and felt so proud..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elderly man told me they wanna take me as their god-daughter.. I AM PLEASENTLY SURPRISED!!! This is definitely something very very new for me.. They told me i spoke really good mandarin and that they really like me alot.. I told them i am really honoured..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elderly lady passed me a piece of paper with her fine chinese writing with her house address, names of them both and their contact numbers.. I was still stunned with whats happening and dont really know how to react.. They told me to keep in touch with them and asked for my numbers.. I gave them my numbers and also email address and she said that she can ask her daughter to drop me an email as they are going to Shanghai to visit her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went back to work with the piece of paper on my hand.. Delighted.. I've never felt so appreciated since I started this work.. I am thrilled that now I have god-parents from CHINA.. wahahahaha.. But after much thoughts, I decided to go back to them and give them my malaysia address.. They told me they love to write and wouldn't mind to write letters to me.. COOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We briefly talked about our family and both of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; have a pair of children (a male and a female)who are older than me and happily married. At least, I know this is not another passenger who's trying to match make me with their son. Phew.. They even showed me the picture of my new 'sister' and invited me to go to their house to stay, if I ever travel to that part of China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really cool and although I have came back from Shanghai and resting in singapore now, I am still excited about the whole thing. But I dont really know what I should do.. Should I wait for them to call or should i take the initiative to contact them.. Since they wanted me to become their god-daughter, i think I should just stick around and see what happens.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have CHINESE god-parents.. I have a reason to go CHINA for holiday.. wee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I am still stunned by the fact that the self-proclaimed King of Pop, the late Michael Jackson has passed away due to cardiac arrest.. I'm not a big fan of him but definitely appreciate some of his music works.. He was only 50.. He achieved so much, yet hasn't achieve many other things that he can in the future.. This teaches me a lesson, money is not everything and it definitely can't buy u life. Whats the point of having so much money, but u can't bring them with you when u pass away? Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6006453653654355682?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6006453653654355682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6006453653654355682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6006453653654355682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6006453653654355682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-people.html' title='Interesting people..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2819823459213328219</id><published>2009-06-22T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T04:41:52.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>funny facts..</title><content type='html'>Although my homesick desease is still very very serious after staying in singapore for almost 1 year now.. i can't help but to thank god on the opportunities i have to travel around the world and to see different culture.. Its pretty much a culture shock most of the time but i list them as fun facts around the world for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Dubai, female sits at the front portion of the bus and males have to sit at the back portion of the bus. If you are a couple, u have to be seperated throughout the bus journey. Unless you are married (and carries your marriage certificate with u), husband can stand beside wife while she sits. Male and female sitting together is a big NO NO... When the bus has no females at all, male can occupy the front portion of the bus. But, once theres a female on board, the males have to move your ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In USA, after you have finished the mouth-watering fattening-ass meal, you ask for the bill. At the bottom of the bill, there will be a tipping guide where they will 'politely' ask for tips which 5% of your total bill is the most basic you 'should' give. Most common, 5%, 8% and 10%. I dont know what is the consequences of not tipping but its definitely a 'must do' culture in USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In EGYPT.. unlike USA, they do not have tipping guide.. But they are more daring! Whatever service you hire that involves a local, at the end of the day, the local will not leave u alone unless you tip that person. If the local thinks that tip you gave is too low, that local will have no problem telling you that, he/she wants more.. So, if you want to sight see in Egypt, prepare to spend a fortune just to tip the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Holland, prostitution and drugs are LEGAL! When you walk on the streets of the famous 'Red District', there will be pretty babes winking at you behind the windows of the 'shops'.. Even during winter season, they will be wearing only sexy lingerie and flirting with their eyes to the passer-bys.. There are cafes selling weed  coffees 24-7 and they sell weed seeds and sex toys in souvenior shops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats all for the moment as I'm abit bored facing the computer for almost 3 hours in the hotel room, stuck in Johannesburg.. I'm 6 hours behind Malaysia and singapore and I just can't wait to go home.. Its tiring but its all worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next funny facts.. adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: PSP or nintendo ds lite? OR should I get a digital camera 1st as I can't find my missing PENTAX digital camera after almost 2 months already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2819823459213328219?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2819823459213328219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2819823459213328219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2819823459213328219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2819823459213328219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-facts.html' title='funny facts..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4037534907752439981</id><published>2009-05-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:28:22.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>Finally the blogger in me kicks in...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I last updated my poor ignored-by-me blog.. I'm really sorry.. I've been caught up by alot of unexpected things and of course the lazy bug.. I'm now stuck in Dubai for the 4th time since my-only-7-months flying career and alot of my friends thought that I should really consider marrying a super rich middle east man since I travel to middle east so often.. (not forgetting my 3 times Abu Dhabi experiences as well) Sorry guys, my heart is all for one klang guy only.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many things have happened since feb (my last update) and the best experience was the opportunity to travel to Egypt (which I'm goin again in 3 days time) last month. Oh, not forgeting my encounter with the sick godess in me after that trip which I fell so ill that I could not walk out of the bed.. Down with fever, food poisoning and also fungus desease on my palms.. talking bout 'good luck'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really an eye opener for me to discover the mysterious Egypt and also to mingle with the locals there.. Egypt is so BROWN.. literally.. most of their buildings are just plain brown in colour and there's basically no sky scrapers or any other kind of colourful buildings. The roads are poorly-maintained and the people there drive like the maniacs on the streets of India. If you have a weak heart, please do not ever consider driving on the streets of these 2 countries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have my facebook account, you will be able to see the pictures I took when I was there.. Due to the really inconvenient way of uploading the pictures on this blog, you wont be able to see any pics here as there were too many pics too upload... SORRY again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that your own country is really that bad that you just can't wait to migrate to somewhere where the grass is greener, U will change your mind once u step foot into Egypt (or even India).. The people here are struggling to earn a living as there were so much competition in everything they do.. From taxi to the food industry.. Everywhere we go, they just try their best to capture our attention to buy their products or services.. They always expect some tips (in the form of $ka-chings$) from us and if we dont tip according to their expectations, they will not hessitate to demand for more.. U can say they are really 'thick skin' but I really do pity them as the living condition here is really not as comfortable as where I came from and they are just struggling in the dog-eat-dog world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt is really a nice place to visit at least once in your life time and you will learn that the grass is not always greener on the other side.. Of course, dont miss out the magnificent glorious huge Giza pyramids where till now, still takes my breath away.. Really respect the ancient people for building those pyramids..  *go check out the pics on my facebook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I have Johannesburg, Incheon, San Francisco, Shanghai to go next month.. Yeepee!!!!! Can't wait can't wait.. but that means.. I have only 4 days to be in Klang only.. darn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-4037534907752439981?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4037534907752439981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4037534907752439981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4037534907752439981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4037534907752439981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-blogger-in-me-kicks-in.html' title='Finally the blogger in me kicks in...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-5385926344587370830</id><published>2009-02-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:24:06.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The young and innocent times..</title><content type='html'>So many things have happened recently that I can't help but to miss my young, naive, innocent and maybe stupid times when I was still a toddler that barely knows how to spell AEROPLANE.. Here are some of the thoughts that used  to irritate me so much that now I find myself laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to think traffic lights have this invisible barrier to block cars from moving whenever they turn red.. I just dont understand why all cars stop when the light turns red.. SO powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thought cats are female and dogs are male.. they make out and make more cats and dogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to thought that Malaysia is the world! The sky seems to end at certain point and if I were to ask papa to drive me till the end of Malaysia, I can touch the bottom of the sky.. Yeepee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wished Santa Claus was real coz papa mama can't afford the toys I wanted so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I always worried that the sun, moon and stars will drop on me one day.. coz.. there's nothing attached to them and they are just floating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I always picture heaven to be somewhere super fun.. with loads of sinful food for you to eat and tonnes of toys for u to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really thought DORAEMON was real at one point! And hoped that he will come out from any drawers in my house and lend me all those cool gadgets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I seriously think that POWER RANGERS and ULTRAMAN are real too.. And just dont understand why those monsters only attack this place call USA and Japan only.. why they never appear in malaysia and say hi to me.. coz i really wanna meet Power Rangers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, those are just some of the stupid naive things I thought way back then.. Laugh la.. laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I will be going to ABU DHABI again next month.. this is gonna be my 3rd time man!!! wahaha... maybe i should just find a rich man there to date.. since I go there so often.. and its always 6-8 days stay..  JUST KIDDING!!! I like pure klang meat ok!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-5385926344587370830?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5385926344587370830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=5385926344587370830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5385926344587370830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5385926344587370830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/young-and-innocent-times.html' title='The young and innocent times..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1869776134817091892</id><published>2009-02-10T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:23:13.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends are friends forever'/><title type='text'>CNY gone.. just a blink of an eye..</title><content type='html'>Yet another sleepless night in Singapore again.. Ever since I step into Singapore, I have no idea how many sleepless nights I had already.. Totally lost count.. From doing my laundry, cook a bowl of noodles to feed my hunger, dancing alone in the living hall like there's no tomorrow, to watching 'Everybody loves Raymond'- Season 1.. until now.. 4.59am.. I still can't sleep.. Darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.. One moment I was all EMO in San Francisco alone because I wasn't able to celebrate Christmas with my family back in klang like I always do.. Another moment.. 15 days of CNY have ended.. for Hokkien people, it ended on the 9th day.. even shorter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to 'sneak' back home after my Amsterdam flight during CNY for 3 short days to spend time with my family and friends. I really had a great time and certain things came up much better than what I've expected.. Sorry to most of my friends that I wasn't able to meet during that time.. will make it up to you in my future trips! (IVY, yes, you are one of them!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some camwhore pics that me and my best-est Buddies took in my house.. Mind you, i've never been such a poser in my life before.. all for their sake! hahaha.. I treasure these pics so much that I feel I just need to leave them in my blog for memory purpose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHqCZ7T8gI/AAAAAAAABv4/F9PhgS1gvSY/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301275563432079874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHqCZ7T8gI/AAAAAAAABv4/F9PhgS1gvSY/s320/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st pic of the day.. not so good as we were just warming up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left: Yong Hong in blue, Hui Fung in orange (she claims to be orang-y pink), Mua in black and white and Sau Kin- My best friend in yellow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHp0AijBYI/AAAAAAAABvw/0-J2F94KO_Y/s1600-h/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301275316099155330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHp0AijBYI/AAAAAAAABvw/0-J2F94KO_Y/s320/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we got high.. we did 2nd shot.. then 3rd.. then 4th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHpm09G_gI/AAAAAAAABvo/1qQe_8s8EwI/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301275089651039746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHpm09G_gI/AAAAAAAABvo/1qQe_8s8EwI/s320/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We changed location.. and theme.. Salsa style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHpVuja4oI/AAAAAAAABvg/vkTWUVTn_L0/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301274795874902658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHpVuja4oI/AAAAAAAABvg/vkTWUVTn_L0/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we get comfy with the sofa.. And they said my foot spoil the whole pic.. I think its unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHo77Yna4I/AAAAAAAABvY/W2z2dS7jGhg/s1600-h/DSC02440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301274352642648962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHo77Yna4I/AAAAAAAABvY/W2z2dS7jGhg/s320/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I put my feet on solid ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHo7PJMQ1I/AAAAAAAABvA/bxzGTKs4XhU/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301274340766794578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHo7PJMQ1I/AAAAAAAABvA/bxzGTKs4XhU/s320/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to be serious, imitating some TVB drama featuring loads of superstars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHo6jmRX1I/AAAAAAAABu4/Ox7ki2PVCK4/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301274329077604178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHo6jmRX1I/AAAAAAAABu4/Ox7ki2PVCK4/s320/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But still fail.. Hui Fung claims that she looks ugly on pics if she doesn't smile.. So, she insists must smile!! Then we give up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an awesome time we had! Its been a long time since 4 of us actually came out and talk and just do crazy things together!! I've never realise how much I miss them till all of them left my house for respective dinners with family.. Hui Fung, Yong hong, Sau kin, if you guys are reading this, pls do meet up as much as possible with me ya!!!!! Love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Valentine is coming.. I still hate the fact that this day is so over-commercialised and what's the big deal about it?????????????????? Do you know that flowers and chocolates and dinners actually cost more than twice on that day compared to normal days? ITS RIDICULOUS!!! Couples alert, RECESSION IS HITTING EVERY INCH OF THE EARTH HARD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1869776134817091892?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1869776134817091892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1869776134817091892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1869776134817091892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1869776134817091892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-gone-just-blink-of-eye.html' title='CNY gone.. just a blink of an eye..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SZHqCZ7T8gI/AAAAAAAABv4/F9PhgS1gvSY/s72-c/DSC02437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7682750570785209376</id><published>2009-01-14T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:00:36.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>Rangitata: River from the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many trips to update, so many pics to upload yet so little time and so lazy I am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog of mine, I just came back from Christchurch. New Zealand and it was a blast!!! I wished I could stay there longer and that I had more money.. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day when I touched down, I went crazy in the local hypermart.. One of the crew brought me there and some of their things are really cheap compared to buying them in Singapore or Malaysia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of the reason I went crazy was this also..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4i6q3rqPI/AAAAAAAABuY/7m5xUZzxegs/s1600-h/IMGP1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205003542505714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4i6q3rqPI/AAAAAAAABuY/7m5xUZzxegs/s320/IMGP1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've never seen a brand with my name on it.. Can u see it? PAM'S!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so happy and excited, I bought so many boxes of energy bars just because they have my name on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4iSxb6PtI/AAAAAAAABuQ/aC-ACMijtZw/s1600-h/IMGP1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291204318110301906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4iSxb6PtI/AAAAAAAABuQ/aC-ACMijtZw/s320/IMGP1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are just part of the things I bought and seriously, the energy bars there are super cheap!! I would buy more of them next time if I have the chance to go there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4h-g1r9CI/AAAAAAAABuI/GaWzWZsPXCA/s1600-h/IMGP1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291203970057630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4h-g1r9CI/AAAAAAAABuI/GaWzWZsPXCA/s320/IMGP1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the PRODUCTS that I have bought on that day! I even bought their MILO as according to my friend, their milo tasted different compared to our local ones.. I bought 2 packets, 1 for me, another 1 for my family to try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, which is the BESTEST part, me and 3 other crews went for water rafting!!! 4 of us are all females!! Girl power man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus came to the hotel to pick us up.. and we were suppose to go to this this river called Rangitata which means River from the Sky.. I liked the sound of it.. Rangitata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the heart of Christchurch to Rangitata, it took us about 2 and a half hour to reach there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to took some pictures because I was too excited and I can't rest at all in the bus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4hu7rBGAI/AAAAAAAABuA/k1Es3-DLqVI/s1600-h/IMGP1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291203702382729218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4hu7rBGAI/AAAAAAAABuA/k1Es3-DLqVI/s320/IMGP1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one beside me is Emily, she's from Malaysia too.. and dont be deceived by her baby look.. she's not as young as she looks.. Good maintainance.. We talked throughout the way and she's super nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4he1cyY4I/AAAAAAAABt4/dZHnFyyU374/s1600-h/DSC_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291203425834525570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4he1cyY4I/AAAAAAAABt4/dZHnFyyU374/s320/DSC_1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some pictures that I took from the bus when we were travelling.. The scenery of Christchurch is so beautiful that it took my breath away! Have you seen so many cows in your life? I've never!!! MOo MOo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4hGcIN-3I/AAAAAAAABtw/OWNuCiU5B1Q/s1600-h/IMGP1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291203006720506738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4hGcIN-3I/AAAAAAAABtw/OWNuCiU5B1Q/s320/IMGP1118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The river is so clean that I just feel like drinking it.. Hardly see blue water river in most parts of the world nowadays and NZ still have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4g7pFl8DI/AAAAAAAABto/GQNqvKEB_5g/s1600-h/IMGP1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291202821220593714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4g7pFl8DI/AAAAAAAABto/GQNqvKEB_5g/s320/IMGP1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grass so green sky so blue.. Nature.. Gods creation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4gs8dzLqI/AAAAAAAABtg/DoUt0_Sve4k/s1600-h/IMGP1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 and a half long hours of bus ride, we finally reached the Rangitata Water Raft house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I spotted this unique chair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4gURNO4fI/AAAAAAAABtY/KjdWLJnJcmg/s1600-h/IMGP1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291202144795288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4gURNO4fI/AAAAAAAABtY/KjdWLJnJcmg/s320/IMGP1127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute that me and emily nearly wanna steal it.. but its impossible to take it back to Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4fyZ4enCI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BQzAmYToiHk/s1600-h/IMGP1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291201563008605218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4fyZ4enCI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BQzAmYToiHk/s320/IMGP1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I walked around the house while the rest were having light lunch.. I love the view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4fXp5INUI/AAAAAAAABtI/Ss_34hJk_ks/s1600-h/IMGP1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291201103449830722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4fXp5INUI/AAAAAAAABtI/Ss_34hJk_ks/s320/IMGP1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Water Raft house which accepts tourists to stay in before the activity.. But I'm not sure of the price though.. There were more than 20 people altogether that day that joined the water rafting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4e4t1O7cI/AAAAAAAABtA/DC9D385E3Lg/s1600-h/IMGP1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291200571931291074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4e4t1O7cI/AAAAAAAABtA/DC9D385E3Lg/s320/IMGP1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the guide briefed us through how to 'dress' up for our activity of the day.. So many layers!! First we have to wear wet suit, then a long sleeve thermal, then red jacket and life jacket.. Oh, not forgetting the helmet and also wet shoe.. He's really funny but I was having quite a tough time trying to catch his slang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4ePmCWwVI/AAAAAAAABs4/1oPDEySqTd8/s1600-h/IMGP1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291199865464209746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4ePmCWwVI/AAAAAAAABs4/1oPDEySqTd8/s320/IMGP1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4 us half 'dressed' up! The thermal is '1 size fits all'.. that's why we looked so shabby.. From left: Me, Emily, Qian Hwei and Kimberly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4dg1G9_gI/AAAAAAAABsw/eh5sCcmtBpQ/s1600-h/IMGP1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291199062056238594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4dg1G9_gI/AAAAAAAABsw/eh5sCcmtBpQ/s320/IMGP1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the guides took the opportunity to take picture with us.. hahaha.. he has very nice blue eyes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some cam-whore and last briefing.. we were sent by bus again to the river.. On our way, we saw so many BAa BAas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4dNOq0vfI/AAAAAAAABso/fvR4rIZnh8Q/s1600-h/DSC_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291198725320130034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4dNOq0vfI/AAAAAAAABso/fvR4rIZnh8Q/s320/DSC_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHEEPS!! SO CUTE!! They have big butts and when they run they looked so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4c0QXV1_I/AAAAAAAABsY/dZIwdQZ8tHY/s1600-h/IMGP1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291198296278554610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4c0QXV1_I/AAAAAAAABsY/dZIwdQZ8tHY/s320/IMGP1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathtaking view.. I can't breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4c0uCWRfI/AAAAAAAABsg/nMyovVXAkOs/s1600-h/DSC_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291198304243566066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4c0uCWRfI/AAAAAAAABsg/nMyovVXAkOs/s320/DSC_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; According to the guides, usually the river is brown in colour during this time of the year and it was just few days ago that the water became clean! I guess we were really blessed to have such clear water to raft on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4bqEducHI/AAAAAAAABsI/OQimXOmGdPI/s1600-h/A7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291197021773787250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4bqEducHI/AAAAAAAABsI/OQimXOmGdPI/s320/A7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Rangitata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4bLOL_-OI/AAAAAAAABsA/6wRBQPOMJug/s1600-h/DSC_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291196491807848674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4bLOL_-OI/AAAAAAAABsA/6wRBQPOMJug/s320/DSC_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My team-mates of the day.. Kimberly, Qian Hwei, Emily, ME, our faithful funny guide- Cam, Gamma and Steve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4ay8U_ZeI/AAAAAAAABr4/--vuRpStpgY/s1600-h/DSC_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291196074696861154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4ay8U_ZeI/AAAAAAAABr4/--vuRpStpgY/s320/DSC_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All excited and pumped up for rafting!!! WEEEEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4acPY1e0I/AAAAAAAABrw/rEDybcJTeP8/s1600-h/DSC_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291195684676270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4acPY1e0I/AAAAAAAABrw/rEDybcJTeP8/s320/DSC_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the thrill begans.. still water.. (mind you, these pictures were taken by one of the guide and it cost us 40NZ dollar to have the cd of our pictures..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4aISve9PI/AAAAAAAABrg/BCjHhQd9JpM/s1600-h/DSC_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291195341979186418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4aISve9PI/AAAAAAAABrg/BCjHhQd9JpM/s320/DSC_1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, it warms up slowly.. Rapids Grade 1, Grade 2 then Grade 5! (In water rafting, Grade 5 is the most dangerous rapid but its considered the most exciting..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Zk89ryzI/AAAAAAAABrY/lDIGXm-RF9A/s1600-h/DSC_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291194734837746482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Zk89ryzI/AAAAAAAABrY/lDIGXm-RF9A/s320/DSC_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Row row, row your boat ROUGHLY down the stream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Zj7ClQKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/yjKDJk6GN_k/s1600-h/DSC_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291194717141549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Zj7ClQKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/yjKDJk6GN_k/s320/DSC_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THis was taken when we were on RAPID 5.. as you can see.. we looked like we are swallowed by the water.. but dont worry.. we weren't.. But it was very very SYIOK!!! I have never encounter a grade 5 rapid.. my adrenalin was up to my maximum point man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Y_jHs0iI/AAAAAAAABrA/e8a1v2cI3OY/s1600-h/DSC_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291194092245275170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Y_jHs0iI/AAAAAAAABrA/e8a1v2cI3OY/s320/DSC_1591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you spot me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4ZAEd1wdI/AAAAAAAABrI/pBe6zzwx0jQ/s1600-h/DSC_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291194101196505554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4ZAEd1wdI/AAAAAAAABrI/pBe6zzwx0jQ/s320/DSC_1576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 2 grade 5 rapids.. the river started to calm down abit.. but there were more to come.. just no grade 5s anymore.. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4YhU0ht7I/AAAAAAAABq4/2UgljDe-9w8/s1600-h/DSC_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291193573010683826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4YhU0ht7I/AAAAAAAABq4/2UgljDe-9w8/s320/DSC_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The power of nature.. We can never fight nature.. the water was so powerful we can hardly control our raft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4X9AVMeZI/AAAAAAAABqw/yMLD_2lxndQ/s1600-h/DSC_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291192949035268498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4X9AVMeZI/AAAAAAAABqw/yMLD_2lxndQ/s320/DSC_1657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fear of too little pictures taken of us, we tried to get the attention of the camera man.. and we succeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Xrm5FbhI/AAAAAAAABqg/wImZHcyL4sc/s1600-h/DSC_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291192650148703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Xrm5FbhI/AAAAAAAABqg/wImZHcyL4sc/s320/DSC_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the guide briefing us on the safe way to jump of the cliff.. Not suicide k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4XHiOcfgI/AAAAAAAABqY/af3WYoPM1Is/s1600-h/DSC_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291192030420827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4XHiOcfgI/AAAAAAAABqY/af3WYoPM1Is/s320/DSC_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me jumping off the cliff.. my heart was pumping real hard.. the cliff was quite high and pls dont tell my parents I did this k.. they will kill me.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4XHDnTn0I/AAAAAAAABqQ/BvVqBBAgR5M/s1600-h/DSC_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291192022203604802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4XHDnTn0I/AAAAAAAABqQ/BvVqBBAgR5M/s320/DSC_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *splash* and I drank like 1 litre of water.. *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4WpN-lYdI/AAAAAAAABqI/RdOWl0yNAzw/s1600-h/DSC_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291191509589516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4WpN-lYdI/AAAAAAAABqI/RdOWl0yNAzw/s320/DSC_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were talking about our lives on the raft.. Gamma is a teacher and Steve is from UK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4WRaybdBI/AAAAAAAABqA/-MKZsL9ImSA/s1600-h/DSC_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291191100711334930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4WRaybdBI/AAAAAAAABqA/-MKZsL9ImSA/s320/DSC_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what we called 'tako-wrap' where the raft just folded like tat.. squeezing all of us in the middle.. very fun!! Something new to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4V_Pc419I/AAAAAAAABp4/r11fETZhsyI/s1600-h/DSC_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291190788430550994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4V_Pc419I/AAAAAAAABp4/r11fETZhsyI/s320/DSC_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grade 3 rapid.. instead of fear, we were happy.. call us insane nut case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4VknUbZEI/AAAAAAAABpw/aPm6lh9wEG0/s1600-h/DSC_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291190330981049410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4VknUbZEI/AAAAAAAABpw/aPm6lh9wEG0/s320/DSC_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We thought we did not get enough attention from the photographer, so we waved again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4VIV16pyI/AAAAAAAABpQ/xVol5qG-P0U/s1600-h/DSC_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291189845253334818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4VIV16pyI/AAAAAAAABpQ/xVol5qG-P0U/s320/DSC_1820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the water became still.. we know our journey was almost ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4VH4lJ0JI/AAAAAAAABpI/8iYn70dmbl4/s1600-h/DSC_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291189837398397074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4VH4lJ0JI/AAAAAAAABpI/8iYn70dmbl4/s320/DSC_1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we have to say goodbye to Rangitata..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our awesome rafting, we went back to the house and washed up.. There were no seperate shower rooms for us but 1 big room with 4 shower poles for the women.. We were abit shy to go naked in front of the Caucasion ladies and we just briefly rinse ourselves with our wet suit on.. but, the most of the caucasion ladies just stripped themselves and showered like theres no tomorrow.. I had a serious culture shock!! I've never seen a naked adult lady in my life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WHEN I SAY NAKED MEANS NO CLOTHES OR EVEN A NECKLACE ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired and hungry, we took a picture on how shag we looked before proceeding for our lunch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4TOU74ssI/AAAAAAAABog/MbUkD9BEKLM/s1600-h/IMGP1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187749065896642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4TOU74ssI/AAAAAAAABog/MbUkD9BEKLM/s320/IMGP1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE ARE STEW-Ardess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R5VL2yXI/AAAAAAAABoY/CVsKgLLv0pk/s1600-h/IMGP1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186288843999602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R5VL2yXI/AAAAAAAABoY/CVsKgLLv0pk/s320/IMGP1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch with the nature by your side.. something you can hardly do in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R5EI3yLI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ffuTLXDBBGQ/s1600-h/IMGP1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186284268079282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R5EI3yLI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ffuTLXDBBGQ/s320/IMGP1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can even sit on the grass and enjoy the sun while eating your sandwich.. In malaysia, sure got ants attack your butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R4582dBI/AAAAAAAABoI/X2J___Cozww/s1600-h/IMGP1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186281533305874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R4582dBI/AAAAAAAABoI/X2J___Cozww/s320/IMGP1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tiny little kitchen that brought us not enough food to fill the hungry wolves! I was still hungry after the so called lunch.. the only bad thing bout this whole trip was, the food is so little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R4kAXXcI/AAAAAAAABoA/j_yrWhov2-w/s1600-h/IMGP1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186275642465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R4kAXXcI/AAAAAAAABoA/j_yrWhov2-w/s320/IMGP1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something I spotted in the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R4M2XS2I/AAAAAAAABn4/7wvg77gcZmE/s1600-h/IMGP1178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186269426502498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4R4M2XS2I/AAAAAAAABn4/7wvg77gcZmE/s320/IMGP1178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Q1KLn9NI/AAAAAAAABnY/AeUVwvgoStc/s1600-h/IMGP1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185117659133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Q1KLn9NI/AAAAAAAABnY/AeUVwvgoStc/s320/IMGP1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A group picture before we head home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Q0u9QqgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/E78NFPFuJiM/s1600-h/IMGP1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185110351129090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4Q0u9QqgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/E78NFPFuJiM/s320/IMGP1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always young at heart.. I wonder when I can go back there again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I really had a great time in Christchurch although I only have 1 and a half day there.. I can't wait to go back there again and the friends I have made through this trip are just priceless.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole water rafting trip cost me 195 NZ dollar and they are only open from September to May as they will close for winter.. If you ever have the chance to go Christchurch and wants to do some water rafting, you may go to their website to check it out.. &lt;a href="http://www.rafts.co.nz/"&gt;www.rafts.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;.. The guides are friendly and the whole experience is just awesome!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this post, my dear blog, I have something to share with you which I spotted in one of the 24-hour mart near the hotel I stayed:&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4O02ypUsI/AAAAAAAABmo/v8cOUsengHk/s1600-h/IMGP1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182913430835906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4O02ypUsI/AAAAAAAABmo/v8cOUsengHk/s320/IMGP1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p/s: Due to work related issue, I wont be able to go back for CNY.. *sob sob* Missed Christmas with family last year and now CNY!!! But will be back in klang on 1st feb k!!! Pls meet me!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-7682750570785209376?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7682750570785209376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7682750570785209376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7682750570785209376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7682750570785209376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/rangitata-river-from-sky.html' title='Rangitata: River from the sky'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SW4i6q3rqPI/AAAAAAAABuY/7m5xUZzxegs/s72-c/IMGP1092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-5254840929031170132</id><published>2009-01-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:21:36.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>A late Happy new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008 is really a drama-mama 1 for me.. I've changed so much throughout the year and experienced so many things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank God for giving me chance to live till this moment.. I thank God for my supportive family as well.. without God and family, I wont be here accomplishing my dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank my papa.. for constantly believing and trusting me.. for his guidance and wisdom throughout the years.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank my mama.. for her love and care.. for being there as my 'bestest' friend and all her comforting words when i'm down and emo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank my 2 sisters.. for all the handmade cards with some sarcastic remarks and for keeping me grounded.. for all the lovely times we spent chatting and gossiping about everyone in the world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank all my friends.. Yound and old, big and small, fat and thin, white and black.. all of you who are willing to share your time with me and just being there for me.. and of course for taking some time reading my rantings in this blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank all those that talked to me in msn.. Especially Jiangz, Ivy, Gabriel bro, Eric, Teck and others.. a simple Hi from you all makes my day shining bright.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God that I even have a job now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you and hope we 'll all have a wonderful recession-less splendid 2009!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: will update my trips real soon.. Will be going to Christchurch, New Zealand very soon.. Water rafting or sky-diving? so hard to choose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-5254840929031170132?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5254840929031170132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=5254840929031170132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5254840929031170132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5254840929031170132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-happy-new-year.html' title='A late Happy new year...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4344430506289562895</id><published>2008-12-19T03:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:59:11.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Top 22 most memorable things i've done..</title><content type='html'>Since my birthday is coming real soon.. (Dont worry, I aint hinting for a b'day present from all of u.. All i want is my family and friends to be with me, which is heavenly impossible) I would like to blog about what has created such great impact on me that I can never forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its good to write about it and save it as memory, just in case I lost my memory somewhere in the future, and these can be proves on how much fun I have had throughout my 22 years of life despite of the tears and sorrows I've been through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My first Water rafting trip in Ipoh with Church Friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuSJO47sNI/AAAAAAAABl0/s6-8ZOaKO5w/s1600-h/04.08.2006+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281475675335405778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuSJO47sNI/AAAAAAAABl0/s6-8ZOaKO5w/s320/04.08.2006+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't capable of swimming and I went by faith.. Having someone who is pro in swimming beside me and I really enjoyed the whole journey.. It got me addicted and I went again at the same place after few months and another time in Kota Kinabalu.. SYIOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuSIJ8z5xI/AAAAAAAABls/zTscz3IdM28/s1600-h/04.08.2006+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281475656829626130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuSIJ8z5xI/AAAAAAAABls/zTscz3IdM28/s320/04.08.2006+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all freezing but we had so much fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got addicted to water sports and feel that I should learn swimming.. So, together with my Best Friend- Sau Kin and also my secondary friend- Yong Hong, we went and learn in Klang.. I did not finished the course and still suck in swimming.. But, at least I have a higher water confidence level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. My 1st ever trip with friends that I dont need to lie to my parents about.. hahahaha.. It was a short 2 days 1 night trip to Malacca and we ate so much I felt so guilty.. The nyonya nasi lemak, the portugese devil curry, the cendol etc.. Best of all.. the company... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRZoay2YI/AAAAAAAABlk/kiMFUIpcvL8/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281474857554598274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRZoay2YI/AAAAAAAABlk/kiMFUIpcvL8/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The 1st and most probably the last time I step into West Port, Malaysia.. It was a rare opportunity and my boss-Jackie was kind enough to bring me along.. Although I'm not a big fan of shipping line and I quit my job 2-3 months after that trip.. I can't forget how majestic the ships are and how the port people can run such a big area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRZdCkTVI/AAAAAAAABlc/dgPlkWfs6DE/s1600-h/jackie+n+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281474854500191570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRZdCkTVI/AAAAAAAABlc/dgPlkWfs6DE/s320/jackie+n+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those rare moments you can see my boss smile so sweetly.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My experience in the realistic concrete jungle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRZNLkVuI/AAAAAAAABlU/kDeEzAoqq-8/s1600-h/Group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281474850242975458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRZNLkVuI/AAAAAAAABlU/kDeEzAoqq-8/s320/Group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boustead Shipping.. Taken during a company trip.. My group won in the tele-match and I was the leader.. YAHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRYbMiLaI/AAAAAAAABlM/q5mOeXmX3I0/s1600-h/P3160005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281474836825255330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRYbMiLaI/AAAAAAAABlM/q5mOeXmX3I0/s320/P3160005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Globelink.. Which is the company I have learnt most from.. These are my colleagues that I'm closest to.. From left behind: Chua, me, Wendy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left front: Lorna, Alyssa, Ivy.. Miss u guys so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRYAjlSSI/AAAAAAAABlE/nhDkHIIag4I/s1600-h/Group+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281474829674170658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuRYAjlSSI/AAAAAAAABlE/nhDkHIIag4I/s320/Group+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best part time job was as a sales assistant in Lazo Diamond and these are my partners in crime.. From left: Ah Tan, Janice, Fatty me and Ah ng.. U guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've learnt alot of things but master of none.. hahaha.. Computer, guitar, drums, clarinet, chess, baking, bla bla bla.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. College moments.. Though I really sucked in my studies but I thank God that I've met great friends along the way and I did enjoyed my time when I was in Help University College.. Less worries, more play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPZhO8v8I/AAAAAAAABk8/3LjhyXVZ4SU/s1600-h/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281472656602611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPZhO8v8I/AAAAAAAABk8/3LjhyXVZ4SU/s320/%27family%27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My college family.. From left: Robin, Jiangz, Edward, me and dearest Su Lin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The mega camps that I've attended almost every year.. those wacky moments and fellowship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPZQrKtwI/AAAAAAAABk0/6vSAguN1nW0/s1600-h/group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281472652157564674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPZQrKtwI/AAAAAAAABk0/6vSAguN1nW0/s320/group+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2007.. (I missed 2008 camp because i'm stucked in Singapore!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPZZ38UxI/AAAAAAAABks/t3cYVZa9enQ/s1600-h/BO+Army+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281472654627066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPZZ38UxI/AAAAAAAABks/t3cYVZa9enQ/s320/BO+Army+group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My group pic in 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPY9I-8yI/AAAAAAAABkk/IaYbDjUFoWA/s1600-h/youth+camp+2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281472646913913634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPY9I-8yI/AAAAAAAABkk/IaYbDjUFoWA/s320/youth+camp+2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If not mistaken, this should be 2005 camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is Christmas without caroling that I will try my best not to miss every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPYvbhUiI/AAAAAAAABkc/l2p5BTnNqxs/s1600-h/carollers4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281472643233567266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuPYvbhUiI/AAAAAAAABkc/l2p5BTnNqxs/s320/carollers4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going from house to house and spread the warmth of Christmas joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Christmas celebration 2007 with almost ALL my family members attended.. From Ah ma to cousins.. some adults weren't able to attend due to unforeseen circumstances.. This is the best family party that my mum has organized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuOSDApkdI/AAAAAAAABkU/2RJabtYKG2c/s1600-h/PC240315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281471428718858706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuOSDApkdI/AAAAAAAABkU/2RJabtYKG2c/s320/PC240315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No Christmas party without a tall christmas tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuORldAreI/AAAAAAAABkM/Ub_Nl55zCUs/s1600-h/PC240346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281471420784750050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuORldAreI/AAAAAAAABkM/Ub_Nl55zCUs/s320/PC240346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family pic with my mum's side of family.. One auntie's missing due to headache and left early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuORRzH3aI/AAAAAAAABkE/wnDGirDgLOQ/s1600-h/PC240351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281471415508786594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuORRzH3aI/AAAAAAAABkE/wnDGirDgLOQ/s320/PC240351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad's side of family with loads of children and many adults weren't able to attend due to work related issues and Caleb's family stays in Penang which is too far for them to attend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House was crowded and the hard work of cleaning the house is worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Thanks to the blessing of my work nature, I get to travel around the world and see different places.. So far i've been to a few countries and more to come.. Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuOQyirxDI/AAAAAAAABj8/s6OrkM3BPtM/s1600-h/IMGP0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281471407118337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuOQyirxDI/AAAAAAAABj8/s6OrkM3BPtM/s320/IMGP0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All wrapped up in Amsterdam.. So far the best place I've been to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuOQSv323I/AAAAAAAABj0/_TdZxMXQMQ8/s1600-h/IMGP0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281471398583720818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuOQSv323I/AAAAAAAABj0/_TdZxMXQMQ8/s320/IMGP0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast in Manchester which I met up with my cousin brother-Caleb as well.. Caleb, can't wait to go back Manchester and watch musical with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK9qm1s4I/AAAAAAAABjE/wC7VySkSZp4/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467780035883906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK9qm1s4I/AAAAAAAABjE/wC7VySkSZp4/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desert Tour in Abu Dhabi.. A place which I never thought I will go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Those endless fairy-tale like weddings I've attended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK9Qp0a9I/AAAAAAAABi8/X3S2TOqLH1g/s1600-h/P1040146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467773069061074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK9Qp0a9I/AAAAAAAABi8/X3S2TOqLH1g/s320/P1040146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 1st ever friend's wedding that I've attended was Hwai Tah and Sherene's.. This wasn't taken during their wedding as I do not have a camera with me when I attended.. This pic is from some other functions.. A sweet couple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK9AukW5I/AAAAAAAABi0/fY_-ZDt1Ukg/s1600-h/P1040228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467768794012562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK9AukW5I/AAAAAAAABi0/fY_-ZDt1Ukg/s320/P1040228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl and David's.. Very grand and luxurious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK83W6jeI/AAAAAAAABis/KPp83UUSQ94/s1600-h/P1040220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467766278884834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK83W6jeI/AAAAAAAABis/KPp83UUSQ94/s320/P1040220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We girls taking every opportunity we could to cam-whore.. ignoring the men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK8XG6LxI/AAAAAAAABik/5wQ8sCKzHdE/s1600-h/P1070465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467757621817106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuK8XG6LxI/AAAAAAAABik/5wQ8sCKzHdE/s320/P1070465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anderson and Esther's.. Simple and sweet.. Most of us helped them out to make this memorable day special for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIkBa-wiI/AAAAAAAABic/VCPpvWCzII0/s1600-h/P1070440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281465140460306978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIkBa-wiI/AAAAAAAABic/VCPpvWCzII0/s320/P1070440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual, the girls cam-whoring ignoring the men.. Men feel left-out and tried to snatch the attention.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many more other weddings I've attended..&lt;br /&gt;And I believe, more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I organized 2 surprise parties for 2 family members- Mummy and sister-Jessica.. No more organizing.. Its darn too tiring.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIj7F4ncI/AAAAAAAABiU/NnYmB0dC_50/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281465138761211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIj7F4ncI/AAAAAAAABiU/NnYmB0dC_50/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2-3 years back.. The roses that we gave our mum before she gets the surprise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIjqBldoI/AAAAAAAABiM/beEelX7NQB0/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281465134179776130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIjqBldoI/AAAAAAAABiM/beEelX7NQB0/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We brought her to the restaurant that we know she doesn't enjoy.. but we act blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIi79uIcI/AAAAAAAABiE/Te8wNWKiQoU/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281465121815536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIi79uIcI/AAAAAAAABiE/Te8wNWKiQoU/s320/P1010098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we brought her to a karaok room where all her other siblings and relatives were waiting there.. She was so excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on 2007, I organized a mini one for Jessica in our house.. Gathered most of her close friends (nearly 30.. ok.. not so mini) in our house after I got one of my friends to bring her out and baby-sit her while we prepared the party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIizOMdEI/AAAAAAAABh8/Atz7zKGVt1E/s1600-h/PC280317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281465119468713026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuIizOMdEI/AAAAAAAABh8/Atz7zKGVt1E/s320/PC280317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica, I love you!! And Amanda, though I dont organize party for u doesn't mean I dont love you k.. tiring la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the expression on their shock face = PRICELESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My family vacation to Australia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF-DuZeaI/AAAAAAAABh0/3AByCSeqY3c/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281462289220336034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF-DuZeaI/AAAAAAAABh0/3AByCSeqY3c/s320/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warner Brothers place.. Jessica and Amanda were so young and thin..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF9dxhwuI/AAAAAAAABhs/FuDh-r78DYw/s1600-h/Tas.Devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281462279032914658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF9dxhwuI/AAAAAAAABhs/FuDh-r78DYw/s320/Tas.Devil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My FAVOURITE cartoon characted.. Tazmanian Devil.. So cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF9D0YTAI/AAAAAAAABhk/iRwecn6xEwk/s1600-h/PB160399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281462272065555458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF9D0YTAI/AAAAAAAABhk/iRwecn6xEwk/s320/PB160399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our dressings were so 'lou tou' I can't stop laughing now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF89b-PSI/AAAAAAAABhc/oSMxqKI7uLs/s1600-h/PB180044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281462270352571682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF89b-PSI/AAAAAAAABhc/oSMxqKI7uLs/s320/PB180044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family pic with a koala bear.. Strongest proof that we were in Aussie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Best Concert that I've attended.. Korean pop-star RAIN's concert.. best dance moves, best lightings, best of almost everything!! And best shirt-tearing on stage too.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF8tXnVnI/AAAAAAAABhU/VqiypyVTZEo/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281462266039326322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuF8tXnVnI/AAAAAAAABhU/VqiypyVTZEo/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry la.. I wasn't able to take clearer pics.. I sat on the cheapest and almost furthest seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDx2LH5DI/AAAAAAAABhM/y4SWBkTEaS0/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281459880401036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDx2LH5DI/AAAAAAAABhM/y4SWBkTEaS0/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Sau Kin.. Before we get high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The good friends and buddies that I've met throughout my life that without them, I will not be who I am now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDxjBRH-I/AAAAAAAABhE/LE7dWoB8ltQ/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281459875259424738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDxjBRH-I/AAAAAAAABhE/LE7dWoB8ltQ/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best friend since Primary School.. Sau Kin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDxWpRE7I/AAAAAAAABg8/m4_N3dxtsPc/s1600-h/P6260278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281459871937532850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDxWpRE7I/AAAAAAAABg8/m4_N3dxtsPc/s320/P6260278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teddy bear-Ryan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDw6JKFtI/AAAAAAAABg0/WVpwppVJlUE/s1600-h/P6260305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281459864286664402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDw6JKFtI/AAAAAAAABg0/WVpwppVJlUE/s320/P6260305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetest and lamest Ivy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDwheFtNI/AAAAAAAABgs/WrMZsvL8wf8/s1600-h/P6260308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281459857663571154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuDwheFtNI/AAAAAAAABgs/WrMZsvL8wf8/s320/P6260308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caring and unselfish Eric..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCn7U2QZI/AAAAAAAABgk/oBj89M02Sqo/s1600-h/PA130585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281458610473681298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCn7U2QZI/AAAAAAAABgk/oBj89M02Sqo/s320/PA130585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craziest bunch of all.. 'Uncle' Jeffrey, Grace, WC, slimmer me and darling Hermann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I quarreled with my mum few days just to adopt this monster.. She was so cute and small when she first came to our house.. Then, as time passed, the monster in her unleashed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCnRHgqgI/AAAAAAAABgc/n1FdIqWYyGU/s1600-h/princess+spying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281458599143451138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCnRHgqgI/AAAAAAAABgc/n1FdIqWYyGU/s320/princess+spying.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Princess, I still love you.. You are still the most adorable dog I ever had!! (coz u r the only dog I had so far.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I fell in love, out of love, in love, out of love so many times that I still don't have phobia coz of the lessons I've learnt and the sweet memories I've been through.. Who can forget their pass loves? Still longing for my prince charming to sweep my feet away.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Many flowers come and go in my life.. although I feel its a waste to buy flowers as they dont last long at all and cost quite a bomb for a perishable good, but the feeling of receiving it is so nice that you feel that you are in cloud nine.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCnS84KFI/AAAAAAAABgU/FvcH25r_2jk/s1600-h/P2100033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281458599635724370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCnS84KFI/AAAAAAAABgU/FvcH25r_2jk/s320/P2100033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was sent to my company on my 21st b'day from my parents.. SUPER SURPRISE and i thought it was from some admirer.. but wasn't that dissapointed la when I found out its from my parents.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCm7rpjcI/AAAAAAAABgM/mI3QcxamX_Y/s1600-h/12roses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281458593389448642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCm7rpjcI/AAAAAAAABgM/mI3QcxamX_Y/s320/12roses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was sent to my house with a box of Ferrero Rocher on one of the valentines day when me and my ex were suppose to get back together la.. but too bad.. we didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I bought my own car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCmq9jvII/AAAAAAAABgE/Eos9pFaWA1U/s1600-h/P6260252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281458588901162114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuCmq9jvII/AAAAAAAABgE/Eos9pFaWA1U/s320/P6260252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though tiny but useful and power quite good.. I'm still paying for it now though I hardly use it anymore.. Sien.................hahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My Kota Kinabalu trip.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuBAQA2g-I/AAAAAAAABf8/Ou57xYjyZQI/s1600-h/P1010621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281456829320561634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuBAQA2g-I/AAAAAAAABf8/Ou57xYjyZQI/s320/P1010621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A big seafood meal before we conquer the mountain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuA_39bmII/AAAAAAAABf0/f8oxgvP1OBc/s1600-h/P1010681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281456822863763586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuA_39bmII/AAAAAAAABf0/f8oxgvP1OBc/s320/P1010681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Detour to Banana Boat fun before we torture ourselves climbing up the mountain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuA_Xq22YI/AAAAAAAABfs/bDa3hfb5-90/s1600-h/P1010795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281456814195923330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuA_Xq22YI/AAAAAAAABfs/bDa3hfb5-90/s320/P1010795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got EMO half way up to Kota Kinabalu as I felt sick and dizzy already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuA-3nCOII/AAAAAAAABfk/2AxFMLfH19c/s1600-h/P1010968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281456805589956738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuA-3nCOII/AAAAAAAABfk/2AxFMLfH19c/s320/P1010968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although I did not made it to the top, but the rest of my friends did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last but not least, my final decision to move to Singapore all alone to start a new career that I've never imagined I could.. Its been almost 6 months now since I 1st step onto this island and I'm doing well.. This is the toughest thing I have done so far and so many things to adjust in the beginning.. I guest I should feel proud of myself for being here longer than I've expected..hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few more days I'll be an official 23 year old girl..ahem.. lady.. More challenges to come and more happy days awaiting for me to enjoy.. I believe, as long we live life to the fullest, there are nothing we can regret about in the future.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've done quite a number of things.. I have set my goals for my next few years to accomplish before I settled down and get married.. I wanna do sky-diving, I wanna get a diving license, I wanna learn snow boarding, I wanna visit all the museums in Amsterdam (they have 700++ museums), I wanna do kayaking, I wanna travel to Taiwan and Bali with my family, I wanna open my own boutique and be my own boss.... And loads more.. Can't wait can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'll be goin to korea on 24th morning and from there, will work my way to San Francisco.. Will be celebrating my 1st ever Christmas there without my family.. Merry Christmas to all of you (just in case i don't update my blog this period) and enjoy your times with your loved ones k..&lt;br /&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;&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;&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-4344430506289562895?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4344430506289562895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4344430506289562895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4344430506289562895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4344430506289562895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-22-most-memorable-things-ive-done.html' title='Top 22 most memorable things i&apos;ve done..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUuSJO47sNI/AAAAAAAABl0/s6-8ZOaKO5w/s72-c/04.08.2006+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4963216237909711356</id><published>2008-12-16T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:57:56.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>BIG BROWN PIECE..</title><content type='html'>Aha.. I just came back from Brisbane and it brings me back so much memory that I nearly cried when i think of it.. I remembered, few years back, my parents 'vormit' out all their money just to bring the whole family to Brisbane &amp;amp; Gold Coast for holiday and we had so much fun that till now, most of the memory are still fresh in my brain.. Stayed there for 1 night only and there's nothing much to talk about for that trip as I spent most of my time shopping and looking for post office.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to 'BIG BROWN PIECE'.. Few weeks back I was assigned for a flight to Abu Dhabi.. Me and my colleagues stayed there for 5 nights and basically we have done almost everything you can do in Abu Dhabi.. Abu Dhabi is one of the state under UAE (United Arab Emirates) along with Dubai, Riyadh etc and its quite modernly developed as most of the locals there are filthy rich as their land is richly blessed with Oil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing that I've done when I was there is the Desert Tour.. Although its the most expensive TOUR I have paid so far but the trip was trully unforgetable. I enjoyed and laughed throughout the trip and went back hotel all tired.. The whole Half Day desert tour cost me 220 Dirhams (originally 270 Dirhams but Crew got discount.. hahaha) and till now, I still can feel the pinch.. Dirhams currency is almost like Malaysia currency just that they are slightly stronger.. So technically, I paid around RM230 for the tour.. OUCH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, 2 very nice tour guides cum drivers came and greeted us with 2 4-wheel-drive in our hotel and we drove out of Abu Dhabi city.. The driver that brought me and my 5 other colleagues was Muhammad and he was really a cool driver.. Cooler than those in Need for Speed.. A family that sat on the plane that we worked on (and stayed in the same hotel as us)and 2 other Japanese girls of the Captain's friends sat on another 4-wheel.. (sounds confusing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfD5xlqQPI/AAAAAAAABPI/_CQghLWYGmQ/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280404485446451442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfD5xlqQPI/AAAAAAAABPI/_CQghLWYGmQ/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We reached here.. The place where they raised Camels.. The 'AROMA' that greeted us was stronger than the sun on that day.. The whole land was filled with tiny little pieces of camels poo poo.. Due to winter season, the desert wasn't that hot.. therefore, it is highly recommended to take these tours during winter/autumn season as it will not be too hot.. It fact, it was quite windy and comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfD5KuB0wI/AAAAAAAABPA/DwpgQuGkuEc/s1600-h/IMGP0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280404475012567810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfD5KuB0wI/AAAAAAAABPA/DwpgQuGkuEc/s320/IMGP0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, I must take picture with the 'ICON'.. I think the camel looked better than me.. I look so tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfCv23jYGI/AAAAAAAABOw/oPzcEy9ZhXI/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280403215553355874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfCv23jYGI/AAAAAAAABOw/oPzcEy9ZhXI/s320/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then a group pic for memory.. Tracy, me, Captain, Sharina, Rahman and 1st Officer Lim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBS1S4dcI/AAAAAAAABOg/jG8aL6U4GFo/s1600-h/IMGP0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401617403278786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBS1S4dcI/AAAAAAAABOg/jG8aL6U4GFo/s320/IMGP0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mama of the camels.. She's huge ok!!! HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBSo2z-SI/AAAAAAAABOY/STz1wE75AaA/s1600-h/IMGP0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401614064318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBSo2z-SI/AAAAAAAABOY/STz1wE75AaA/s320/IMGP0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group bonding and fellowship under the sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBSWWm9pI/AAAAAAAABOQ/xtBne8mdW7A/s1600-h/IMGP0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401609097410194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBSWWm9pI/AAAAAAAABOQ/xtBne8mdW7A/s320/IMGP0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some time spent at the camel area, we sat back on Muhammad's 4-wheel and started our Desert Roller coaster ride.. I was so excited.. but basically, there's nothing much to see in the desert other than this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBRxcdlII/AAAAAAAABOI/lZA57ALtzT0/s1600-h/IMGP0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401599189849218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBRxcdlII/AAAAAAAABOI/lZA57ALtzT0/s320/IMGP0610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BEST part was when the drivers drive down on high slopes like this.. There were more than 6 4-wheels on that day itself.. 1 4-wheel can accomodate at least 7 tourists.. Looks like business is very good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBRcdvkBI/AAAAAAAABOA/Dd0vnv56Tbg/s1600-h/IMGP0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401593558077458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUfBRcdvkBI/AAAAAAAABOA/Dd0vnv56Tbg/s320/IMGP0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BIG BROWN PIECE.. i've never seen such a big piece of BROWN in my entire life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_fqGRhzI/AAAAAAAABNw/BzuDBmYLdto/s1600-h/IMGP0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280399638712649522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_fqGRhzI/AAAAAAAABNw/BzuDBmYLdto/s320/IMGP0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies and Gentlemen! May I introduce the DRIVER of that day.. I call him 'CHE SAN' (cantonese).. He's Mr Muhammad of Pakistan origin.. super nice man working hard for a living for his family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_f4fon1I/AAAAAAAABN4/zokftsH2QDc/s1600-h/IMGP0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280399642577117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_f4fon1I/AAAAAAAABN4/zokftsH2QDc/s320/IMGP0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drivers can even drift on sand k!!! Dont play play.. i dont think Michael Schumarker (sorry la.. i dont really know how to spell his name, but u get the picture right?) can drive better than these desert drivers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_fYDjl1I/AAAAAAAABNo/ZYwB_9vgJAQ/s1600-h/IMGP0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280399633869412178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_fYDjl1I/AAAAAAAABNo/ZYwB_9vgJAQ/s320/IMGP0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they stopped us here.. and you can see how hard is it to walk on those soft silky sands.. Especially when u wanna climb up a simple small slope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_fAGDBoI/AAAAAAAABNg/sloYNCEXiJo/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280399627437409922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_fAGDBoI/AAAAAAAABNg/sloYNCEXiJo/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic before the sun sets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_ehb2R6I/AAAAAAAABNY/LJeqycnjaiE/s1600-h/IMGP0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280399619207350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe_ehb2R6I/AAAAAAAABNY/LJeqycnjaiE/s320/IMGP0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My seniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-IvqwQYI/AAAAAAAABNI/SBRcHBkyT44/s1600-h/IMGP0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280398145559216514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-IvqwQYI/AAAAAAAABNI/SBRcHBkyT44/s320/IMGP0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah lim.. the nicest pilot I've met so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-I7Ia-3I/AAAAAAAABNQ/qsTVwYcRs8M/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280398148636441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-I7Ia-3I/AAAAAAAABNQ/qsTVwYcRs8M/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rahman from Malaysia.. Very sweet guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-IPPFTiI/AAAAAAAABNA/kCwikzzL9sI/s1600-h/IMGP0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280398136853220898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-IPPFTiI/AAAAAAAABNA/kCwikzzL9sI/s320/IMGP0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone tried to Surfboard on sand.. but it wasn't that easy.. I was so tempted to try.. but dont know how I can climb back up to the high point when I go down.. So, in the end.. I did not do it.. REGRET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-HiWPL5I/AAAAAAAABM4/-S9F0BbO3Ic/s1600-h/IMGP0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280398124803633042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-HiWPL5I/AAAAAAAABM4/-S9F0BbO3Ic/s320/IMGP0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-HUgXBmI/AAAAAAAABMw/It4a_Q48SxQ/s1600-h/IMGP0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280398121087993442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe-HUgXBmI/AAAAAAAABMw/It4a_Q48SxQ/s320/IMGP0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crew with the DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe8qZwOj5I/AAAAAAAABMo/yzdeyH7JGSE/s1600-h/IMGP0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280396524768890770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe8qZwOj5I/AAAAAAAABMo/yzdeyH7JGSE/s320/IMGP0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont be fooled by our happy faces.. we were enduring the strong wind that comes with soft tiny sands.. our clothes were covered by sand and our mouths were eating sand.. not easy k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe8p3O7YhI/AAAAAAAABMY/G-_iKXdyVRw/s1600-h/IMGP0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280396515502416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe8p3O7YhI/AAAAAAAABMY/G-_iKXdyVRw/s320/IMGP0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are the 2 sons of the family that sat on our plane and came to the same tour as us.. They were having a great time playing sands.. How I wish I can be so playful like them.. but, i can't.. i have to take care of my image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night approaches, the drivers drove us all to another place where we will have our dinner and entertained by belly dancer.. Before the dinner starts, we get to ride on camels for free but just for one small round.. Not so a big deal la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe8pY5svmI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bQY-qzl6tlQ/s1600-h/IMGP0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280396507360312930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe8pY5svmI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bQY-qzl6tlQ/s320/IMGP0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The camel was quite temperamental and there were too many tourists eager and waiting to ride on the poor camel, so i decided to give the camel a break.. After all, I ride on horses, ostrich, motorbikes etc before.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lim and I decided to go for something more thrilling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7jBXR7mI/AAAAAAAABMA/yepscWc6jcY/s1600-h/IMGP0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280395298451091042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7jBXR7mI/AAAAAAAABMA/yepscWc6jcY/s320/IMGP0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These bikes look normal but the fun part was to ride on sand at night when everything is dark.. Of course we have a guide that lead us.. We paid extra 50 Dirhams for 10 minutes ride, in the end, we rode for more than 15 minutes because some people lost their way.. Blessing in disguise for me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't able to take pic of me riding because when it was our turn, the sky was pitch black and too busy to pose for pictures anyway.. I was thrown out of the bike during the ride when I was not concentrating and the bike swirf down to a high slope.. then, 'BAM!' I landed hard and got a few bruises on my legs that took me weeks to get rid of it.. But.. the fun....... PRICELESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7itpiYYI/AAAAAAAABL4/D6TWINpQsno/s1600-h/IMGP0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280395293158957442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7itpiYYI/AAAAAAAABL4/D6TWINpQsno/s320/IMGP0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we went back to the dining area and due to power failuer, there were no electricity and the Drivers have to use their cars to have lights shining the whole big square of their 'kampung' at different angle.. It was quite a turn off but that did not stop us from having fun.. Some of the tourists were getting 'Hannahs' done.. its a type of tattoo which is brown in colour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7iVYGpzI/AAAAAAAABLw/sruD-xIL9nU/s1600-h/IMGP0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280395286643386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7iVYGpzI/AAAAAAAABLw/sruD-xIL9nU/s320/IMGP0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where we can get some hot drinks and dates.. the dates are really yummy.. And ya, my camera is covered by sand too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7h7hnq1I/AAAAAAAABLo/ywYbatiIB7k/s1600-h/IMGP0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280395279703976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7h7hnq1I/AAAAAAAABLo/ywYbatiIB7k/s320/IMGP0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night was chilly and we sat on a big piece of carpet facing a big stage.. Then we started our Desert Buffet Dinner which is like 6.3 stars out of 10 for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for the Belly dancing to start, I walked around with Mrs Ho-the passenger that came for the same tour as us.. She's the mother of the 2 sons and came to Abu Dhabi for a conference along with her husband for a holiday as well.. (save money man)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7hk82dlI/AAAAAAAABLg/fKepf_mCPIs/s1600-h/IMGP0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280395273644176978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe7hk82dlI/AAAAAAAABLg/fKepf_mCPIs/s320/IMGP0647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Mrs Ho alongwith the cute little local boy.. She's a very nice mother and a very friendly lady..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the belly dancing starts.. And to my dissapointment, there were only 1 Belly Dancer and not a group like what I expected.. But she's not that bad la.. The only problem is, I've seen better Belly Dancers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6M354c5I/AAAAAAAABLY/Y2wRQUeXbUk/s1600-h/IMGP0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393818443117458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6M354c5I/AAAAAAAABLY/Y2wRQUeXbUk/s320/IMGP0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took so many pics of the belly dancer but due to bad lighting and frequent movements, I was unable to capture her personally.. sorry guys.. She's quite old anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Belly dancing performance, we were ushered to another open area where they set up many of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6MlMZ62I/AAAAAAAABLQ/RxAA73e7cNg/s1600-h/IMGP0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393813420534626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6MlMZ62I/AAAAAAAABLQ/RxAA73e7cNg/s320/IMGP0658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes.. those really cool looking pipes that smells very good when you blow out the smoke.. Its all fruity.. Sorry.. I really can't recall the name of this thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6MG5ichI/AAAAAAAABLI/ewvZ54F1nMQ/s1600-h/IMGP0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393805288337938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6MG5ichI/AAAAAAAABLI/ewvZ54F1nMQ/s320/IMGP0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the Japanese (that wore smartly with coat to desert) were having a great time trying these stuffs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to end this entry.. I have a confession to make.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got smoke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6L05f4EI/AAAAAAAABLA/HlnyUtiKCOI/s1600-h/IMGP0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393800456331330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6L05f4EI/AAAAAAAABLA/HlnyUtiKCOI/s320/IMGP0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One suck... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6Kybc_9I/AAAAAAAABK4/n8G1RnyDjP8/s1600-h/IMGP0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393782613573586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SUe6Kybc_9I/AAAAAAAABK4/n8G1RnyDjP8/s320/IMGP0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HIGH... lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not good at all.. Just the smell of the smoke was really nice and fruity.. Still dont understand why people smoke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Thanks Ivy for your super early birthday + christmas card that was sent to my house in Sin all the way from Klang.. Can't thank u enough! U brighthen up my day.. 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I came back from Amsterdam, Netherland (used to be called Holland which is the name i prefer).. It was a short 2 days 2 nights stay where I trully enjoyed to the max and burnt my pocket fairly maximum too.. most of the things in Amsterdam are quite affordable but the food is the one that makes you vormit blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your info, this is a post where there will be loads of pics.. its so many i took almost 1 hour just to upload the pics... i wonder how long I'm gonna take to finish this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were checked in to the Marriot hotel at the town area after landing and I was feeling really tired after a 13 hours flight.. The room is cosy but its quite small..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1hMMABgTI/AAAAAAAABJU/2-d_jq-8DPI/s1600-h/IMGP0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277481200355737906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1hMMABgTI/AAAAAAAABJU/2-d_jq-8DPI/s320/IMGP0690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The problem with most hotels in Europe is, they dont provide water boiler which I always rely on.. INstead of providing some practical stuff, they provide this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1hLy7h3zI/AAAAAAAABJM/6jQbyanIYP0/s1600-h/IMGP0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277481193626001202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1hLy7h3zI/AAAAAAAABJM/6jQbyanIYP0/s320/IMGP0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right on top of the table in front of the bed!!! Tempting me day and night!!!! But the price is not so friendly.. (if only its in RM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gOEJD8KI/AAAAAAAABJE/vKVeKunOJ2s/s1600-h/IMGP0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480133094273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gOEJD8KI/AAAAAAAABJE/vKVeKunOJ2s/s320/IMGP0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first time I encounter a real fire place with real fire burning in the lobby area of a hotel!!! hahahaha...I know I sound super Kampung.. Pardon me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gNwO3vTI/AAAAAAAABI8/9v4X2MAXRro/s1600-h/IMGP0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480127749930290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gNwO3vTI/AAAAAAAABI8/9v4X2MAXRro/s320/IMGP0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At noon, some of us decided to check out the area and hunt for food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gNUBB08I/AAAAAAAABI0/9ioi_LMGFOU/s1600-h/IMGP0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480120175678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gNUBB08I/AAAAAAAABI0/9ioi_LMGFOU/s320/IMGP0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the legendary place where alot of crews lose their money when they 'visit' it.. Casino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gM8jAm2I/AAAAAAAABIs/YReQMyXOEg0/s1600-h/IMGP0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480113875753826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gM8jAm2I/AAAAAAAABIs/YReQMyXOEg0/s320/IMGP0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hungry and not so familiar with that area, we decided to go into Hard rock restaurant which is the first restaurant we saw.. We were warmly greeted by the servers there and this grand motorbike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gLtJjV0I/AAAAAAAABIk/oo6EZ8qxjqw/s1600-h/IMGP0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480092562577218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1gLtJjV0I/AAAAAAAABIk/oo6EZ8qxjqw/s320/IMGP0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TJ the humourous nicest waiter in the whole Amsterdam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1fBdpXdrI/AAAAAAAABIc/Ee-4bN8l92s/s1600-h/IMGP0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277478817090729650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1fBdpXdrI/AAAAAAAABIc/Ee-4bN8l92s/s320/IMGP0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic before the food arrives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1fAnqrssI/AAAAAAAABIU/5osI5BsZjgs/s1600-h/IMGP0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277478802600735426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1fAnqrssI/AAAAAAAABIU/5osI5BsZjgs/s320/IMGP0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gigantic BUrger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1fAAAjH_I/AAAAAAAABIM/khKA0LMWLPw/s1600-h/IMGP0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277478791955030002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1fAAAjH_I/AAAAAAAABIM/khKA0LMWLPw/s320/IMGP0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not so bad pasta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1e_xT4M2I/AAAAAAAABIE/hwjpj7bjtOA/s1600-h/IMGP0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277478788009571170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1e_xT4M2I/AAAAAAAABIE/hwjpj7bjtOA/s320/IMGP0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nachos with cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1e_WymVII/AAAAAAAABH8/cHFT6e8Jhgk/s1600-h/IMGP0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277478780890666114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1e_WymVII/AAAAAAAABH8/cHFT6e8Jhgk/s320/IMGP0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Favourite of all!!!! Macaroni with cheese and extra cheese toppings!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eP5vVHxI/AAAAAAAABH0/aWXp1GdP82o/s1600-h/IMGP0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277477965638475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eP5vVHxI/AAAAAAAABH0/aWXp1GdP82o/s320/IMGP0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ceasar Salad for the health concious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1ePH8_jEI/AAAAAAAABHs/b9JRLxAH9vs/s1600-h/IMGP0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277477952274009154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1ePH8_jEI/AAAAAAAABHs/b9JRLxAH9vs/s320/IMGP0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went and walk around.. I looked like one polar bear right?But no choice la,, the jacket provides the warmth I desperately need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eOwl7ZNI/AAAAAAAABHk/sNNxJ8ppGH8/s1600-h/IMGP0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277477946003252434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eOwl7ZNI/AAAAAAAABHk/sNNxJ8ppGH8/s320/IMGP0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Battle of Ang Mohs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eOv9WpsI/AAAAAAAABHc/DTpXZN26d78/s1600-h/IMGP0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277477945833072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eOv9WpsI/AAAAAAAABHc/DTpXZN26d78/s320/IMGP0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the city.. Tramps everywhere.. quite convenient but I did not have the opportunity to ride on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eOYGqPqI/AAAAAAAABHU/ZGuc4XENr58/s1600-h/IMGP0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277477939429654178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1eOYGqPqI/AAAAAAAABHU/ZGuc4XENr58/s320/IMGP0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me again with the streets of Amsterdam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c8LSHraI/AAAAAAAABHM/xutRVALQl2Y/s1600-h/IMGP0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476527238786466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c8LSHraI/AAAAAAAABHM/xutRVALQl2Y/s320/IMGP0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More convenient than 7-eleven.. everything Machine operated.. just slot in coins, press the button and you will get the food you need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c7rWZXNI/AAAAAAAABHE/xleIz5tToEk/s1600-h/IMGP0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476518666788050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c7rWZXNI/AAAAAAAABHE/xleIz5tToEk/s320/IMGP0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always remeber to watch out for the tramps.. look at how close contact a tramp can be to the street walkers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c7IfBFkI/AAAAAAAABG8/64FOZCk5HtQ/s1600-h/IMGP0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476509307704898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c7IfBFkI/AAAAAAAABG8/64FOZCk5HtQ/s320/IMGP0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bicycles parked everywhere in the city!!! So environmentally-friendly.. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c6iIsgCI/AAAAAAAABG0/I5HOhScK8EM/s1600-h/IMGP0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476499013533730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c6iIsgCI/AAAAAAAABG0/I5HOhScK8EM/s320/IMGP0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;60% of  Holland is under sea level.. Therefore, they have to build loads of Kennels to make sure the country is not flooded.. Beautifully built..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c6U7zb_I/AAAAAAAABGs/Qk7VvXP6tLY/s1600-h/IMGP0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476495469801458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1c6U7zb_I/AAAAAAAABGs/Qk7VvXP6tLY/s320/IMGP0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tai-koh among us.. William with polar bear of the trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bl2UkLKI/AAAAAAAABGk/s4PUQv0hlLU/s1600-h/IMGP0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277475044143148194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bl2UkLKI/AAAAAAAABGk/s4PUQv0hlLU/s320/IMGP0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because it was winter, the flowers are not so in a healthy condition.. all not opened yet.. dissapointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bleuWSjI/AAAAAAAABGc/yFCcGbakWT4/s1600-h/IMGP0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277475037808839218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bleuWSjI/AAAAAAAABGc/yFCcGbakWT4/s320/IMGP0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont ask me, I also not so sure what on earth are those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bk1ItVkI/AAAAAAAABGU/4_ahY4KiGHw/s1600-h/IMGP0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277475026645112386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bk1ItVkI/AAAAAAAABGU/4_ahY4KiGHw/s320/IMGP0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful roses with quite an affordable price..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bkpuozyI/AAAAAAAABGM/fQsbYuW-0Xw/s1600-h/IMGP0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277475023582973730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1bkpuozyI/AAAAAAAABGM/fQsbYuW-0Xw/s320/IMGP0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outdoor ice-skating park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1amIVaI3I/AAAAAAAABF8/-xHuI4UITQ4/s1600-h/IMGP0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473949466895218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1amIVaI3I/AAAAAAAABF8/-xHuI4UITQ4/s320/IMGP0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the buildings at night.. abit gothic look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as the night approaches, we went to this restaurant called Castell for their famous Pork Rib..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1alTxmDtI/AAAAAAAABFk/om7Y7A8CBx8/s1600-h/IMGP0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473935358037714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1alTxmDtI/AAAAAAAABFk/om7Y7A8CBx8/s320/IMGP0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1ak7XwhFI/AAAAAAAABFc/awWhH8culoQ/s1600-h/IMGP0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473928807220306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1ak7XwhFI/AAAAAAAABFc/awWhH8culoQ/s320/IMGP0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1ZuhgoaBI/AAAAAAAABFM/1NpP2JplRpY/s1600-h/IMGP0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277472994152179730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1ZuhgoaBI/AAAAAAAABFM/1NpP2JplRpY/s320/IMGP0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry guys, these are the only pics I have for the yummy food.. Too engrossed in it that I forgot to take the picture of the best item of the night.. the Pork Rib.. I miss it man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1Zub-iJJI/AAAAAAAABFE/RQn2dtUhOwk/s1600-h/IMGP0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277472992666985618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1Zub-iJJI/AAAAAAAABFE/RQn2dtUhOwk/s320/IMGP0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The interesting part about Castell is that it is not like normal restaurants where we eat on tables but they serve the food on our thighs.. Its quite unique in a way but can be quite inconvenient.. ITs a nice place to hang out with your friends though.. cosy and warm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it for the first day.. more pics for the second day which I will update very soon.. (1 month time..lol).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why i call this post 'The land where u can do almost anything n everything' is because, Holland has a legalised Red light district and they have shops selling drugs! It was really an eye opener.. but i never tried la.. you can do almost anything and everything there.. except for Murder.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS HOLLAND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: I wanna go holiday in Bangkok next year!!! Anyone interested? &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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/23216106006555724-2911978001553104571?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2911978001553104571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2911978001553104571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2911978001553104571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2911978001553104571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/land-where-u-can-do-almost-anything-n.html' title='The land where u can do almost anything n everything..(1)'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/ST1hMMABgTI/AAAAAAAABJU/2-d_jq-8DPI/s72-c/IMGP0690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6225664368240122601</id><published>2008-12-05T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:19:56.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>The olden days...</title><content type='html'>You will never realise how fast time has passed until you clean your stuff.. I was going through my forever growing accessory collection and I saw this.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STn2eCmgvxI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PZqwCkKnLFY/s1600-h/IMGP0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276519434396155666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STn2eCmgvxI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PZqwCkKnLFY/s320/IMGP0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bracelet I used to like so much that I wear it almost everytime I go out.. Its not white gold, no diamonds on it.. Just a simple puppy-shape charm bracelet with my name on it from someone I used to care and love so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was given by him few years back and I really cherish it.. But things change when time change.. People change when perspective change.. I felt that somehow, if I were to be with him, things will not work out the way I want it to be.. If I were to be with him, our relationship will not have happy ending.. I told him to give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, I heard he's dating a  girl.. I saw that girl.. She's beatiful, charming and they were holding hands.. Happily.. I was happy for him, but felt bitter deep inside.. Its ironic.. I let him go yet I felt bitter when he's with someone else.. How selfish one can be when comes to relationship... I dont own him, he deserves someone much better than me who knows how to cherish him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I went back, I dump this charm bracelet aside.. A corner where I will not see it easily.. I was angry with it.. I was dissapointed with myself.. Dont know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in Singapore.. I dont think he even knows it.. We met once last year for lunch.. He's still quite the same in certain ways.. But different in so many other ways.. I was shocked.. Our topics were so different we can hardly click.. He wasn't happy with his life yet he has no courage to step out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.. I miss his company when we were so much younger and naive.. I miss the times when we cycled around for hours just to be with each other.. We broke up because parents say we were too young.. then we try to get back together.. But as I said.. Years passed.. I have changed and my perspective towards life has changed as well.. I felt we werent suitable at all anymore.. I was selfish and I hurt his feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter anymore.. He's happy now.. and  i'm happy for him.. I've yet to find the courage to message him on msn.. But I'm sure.. One day.. One day I will message him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to wear this bracelet TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I just came back from Amsterdam.. and boy, I had a great time over there!! Too bad time too short, money too little.. If you want to travel to Europe, Amsterdam is a must see k!!!! I love AMSTERDAM but not the weather..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6225664368240122601?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6225664368240122601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6225664368240122601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6225664368240122601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6225664368240122601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/olden-days.html' title='The olden days...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STn2eCmgvxI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PZqwCkKnLFY/s72-c/IMGP0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4195468398627022955</id><published>2008-11-29T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:10:35.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>outdated NZ trip...</title><content type='html'>This is so outdated I know.. Sorry that I'm so lazy.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Auckland, New Zealand last month when they were welcoming the summer season.. Though its almost end of Spring, it is still very windy and not as SUMMER as south east asia. One thing I really like about the weather in New Zealand at that time was that, its so chill yet not too cold to freeze you and you will have no sweat walking from the east to the west. I really had a great time walking around the hotel area and also the town area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel that me and my colleagues were assigned to stay was The Langham Hotel. Its a slightly above average hotel which has the basic neccessity in the room.. Very cosy and of course, the best part is to have the whole room all by yourself.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFayVUsK_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/QJgS4LnI5Ds/s1600-h/IMGP0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274096459391446002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFayVUsK_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/QJgS4LnI5Ds/s320/IMGP0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I called this hotel the Pink hotel coz the stationaries they gave were all pink.. Just look at the pic below.. Where can you find pink stuff in 99.99% of the hotels in the world? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFayPAA9JI/AAAAAAAAA7c/W4PPgQydS7M/s1600-h/IMGP0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274096457694114962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFayPAA9JI/AAAAAAAAA7c/W4PPgQydS7M/s320/IMGP0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The calendar is pink, the box that they put the stationaries for us to use is pink, and even the envelopes and letter paper were all pink!!! Thank god the pencil is black like normal.. One of my colleague got so excited.. she kept everything and nearly wanted to buy the box as souvenior but it was too expensive.. NZ$20.. ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFax_2hWBI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_Zgxc8KFN5I/s1600-h/IMGP0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274096453627762706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFax_2hWBI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_Zgxc8KFN5I/s320/IMGP0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember I was so excited about those little liquor bottles in the hotel when I first blogged bout my trip? Apparently, almost every hotel I stayed have such bottles.. So, its not so a cool thing for me anymore.. *yawn* This is the last time you going to see all these tiny cute little adorable bottles in my box.. As usual, OVERPRICED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZujWU6hI/AAAAAAAAA7E/pY0-N3YIyL0/s1600-h/IMGP0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274095294925302290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZujWU6hI/AAAAAAAAA7E/pY0-N3YIyL0/s320/IMGP0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After checking in to our room and removing the 'colours' from our face, some of us decided to hit the town to store up some grovery items for our almost 3 days stay.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought some ready made salad box, milk, bread and then I saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEESE...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZt2vQZaI/AAAAAAAAA68/FkOxRGiKoRA/s1600-h/IMGP0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274095282950268322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZt2vQZaI/AAAAAAAAA68/FkOxRGiKoRA/s320/IMGP0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHEESE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZtsvjpDI/AAAAAAAAA60/6Z-wMV0BPto/s1600-h/IMGP0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274095280267174962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZtsvjpDI/AAAAAAAAA60/6Z-wMV0BPto/s320/IMGP0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and more CHEESE... moo moo... really crazy lo.. I've never seen so many different types of cheeses in my life!!! really insane.. no wonder the people in NZ.. are not so petite in size......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZta7CgzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xhXxwS9gJl4/s1600-h/IMGP0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274095275483497266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZta7CgzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xhXxwS9gJl4/s320/IMGP0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some random pic I took while walking back to the bus stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZtN1fcFI/AAAAAAAAA6k/wKS6Il48a0k/s1600-h/IMGP0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274095271970566226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFZtN1fcFI/AAAAAAAAA6k/wKS6Il48a0k/s320/IMGP0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At night, one of our 'bosses' planned a small little dinner trip to a chinese restaurant 'nearby' our hotel.. that's what he claimed.. But we walked for almost half and hour.. but thank god.. the weather is so nice and chill.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the restaurant's menu.. it looks like some 80's club in hong kong where u can see all those show girls singing on stage.. sorry I didn't get to take mroe pictures coz all the other seniors say i'm very 'kampung'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY2cypLmI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bl_RQ9_YVOk/s1600-h/IMGP0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274094331092348514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY2cypLmI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bl_RQ9_YVOk/s320/IMGP0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, me and my collegue decided to walk in the town and explore the place.. as both of us are too broke to go sightseeing... (I really want to see the whales and BAA BAA while sheeps..) First, my allowance is not out yet, and he's broke because he brought too much honey to bring back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY2MdGvBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/OrCijOkSqPQ/s1600-h/IMGP0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274094326707043346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY2MdGvBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/OrCijOkSqPQ/s320/IMGP0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite most of the old buildings around, you still can spot some interesting modern buildings in the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY1r7kJeI/AAAAAAAAA6M/LYoUIbNk18U/s1600-h/IMGP0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274094317976430050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY1r7kJeI/AAAAAAAAA6M/LYoUIbNk18U/s320/IMGP0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then you will see few churches along 1 street just like you can see few mosques along 1 street in Malaysia.. The churches here are so antique and nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY1UgpsjI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Rn7nyKYefc8/s1600-h/IMGP0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274094311689531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY1UgpsjI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Rn7nyKYefc8/s320/IMGP0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY04Sw3qI/AAAAAAAAA58/DrOYjnjDVbs/s1600-h/IMGP0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274094304115089058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFY04Sw3qI/AAAAAAAAA58/DrOYjnjDVbs/s320/IMGP0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They will never forget to plant tress along the street to give the natural fresh air to the people.. thats what I like about NZ.. minumum cars and super duper fresh air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFX0v8N0XI/AAAAAAAAA50/4eQig_PyzEM/s1600-h/IMGP0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093202361405810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFX0v8N0XI/AAAAAAAAA50/4eQig_PyzEM/s320/IMGP0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I saw these Chickens.. Arent they adorable? So kawaii right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFX0unWIgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/2ptRywKmylw/s1600-h/IMGP0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093202005434882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFX0unWIgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/2ptRywKmylw/s320/IMGP0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these.. Tempted me to buy them back for my sisters.. But when I was walking towards the door, my fren grabbed me.. 'You got look at the price or not?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFXz3JncPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/OOv1T12X_lA/s1600-h/IMGP0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093187116790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFXz3JncPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/OOv1T12X_lA/s320/IMGP0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I looked lo.. expecting it to be less than NZ$10 for a fake chicken.. AND to my horror....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFXziv9k7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/cRp_uOkE4ag/s1600-h/IMGP0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093181640479666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFXziv9k7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/cRp_uOkE4ag/s320/IMGP0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah lau.. even the smallest is NZ$30!!!! I rather go KFC and eat chicken.. I nearly vormit blood on the spot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFXzRntgdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GvNtnsE-nhA/s1600-h/IMGP0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093177042469330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFXzRntgdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GvNtnsE-nhA/s320/IMGP0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6vQtkjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/f9z_8Oq6_Mw/s1600-h/IMGP0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274092205746524722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6vQtkjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/f9z_8Oq6_Mw/s320/IMGP0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we walked.. That tall skinny thing is the tallest building in Auckland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6liDcLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PC67JRGuj08/s1600-h/IMGP0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274092203134906546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6liDcLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PC67JRGuj08/s320/IMGP0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I smelled something super good.. And like a good police dog.. I smelled all the way through and spotted this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6VijUDI/AAAAAAAAA48/JornTn_GHXs/s1600-h/IMGP0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274092198842028082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6VijUDI/AAAAAAAAA48/JornTn_GHXs/s320/IMGP0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just can't stand the temptations of good freshly baked cookies.. Its so good.. me and my fren bought 2 each and finished it in less than 15 mins.. hahahaha.. If you happen to go to Auckland, this is a must try!!!!!!!!!!! Fresh n nyam nyam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6AJqXgI/AAAAAAAAA40/f1I1txw4xzg/s1600-h/IMGP0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274092193100488194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW6AJqXgI/AAAAAAAAA40/f1I1txw4xzg/s320/IMGP0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW52fIV2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/J8N_ssH9_xg/s1600-h/IMGP0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274092190506178402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFW52fIV2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/J8N_ssH9_xg/s320/IMGP0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, things that you must buy when you are in auckland.. KIWI fruit (which I did not..coz scared rot ma) and their Manuka Honey.. Apparently, you can only buy really manuka honey from New Zealand.. Buy those with UMF 20 which is very good for our body.. You can stir the honey with luke warm water and never use a metal spoon when comes to honey.. always use plactic k... for more info about Honey.. Go GOOGLE la.. U think I professor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. forgot to tell you guys.. It was halloween on that day.. and the steet is filled with mostly draculas, dead men walking and other very ugly characters.. (Y dont they dress up as more cheerful characters?) It was really a good experience to see and I really wanted to take the pictures of the people.. But my friend told me not to as I might offend them.. But they dressed up for attention right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is the only 1 I got.. Paiseh.. Happy very Belated Halloween.. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFVsD-LMAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2FjlYuC1jLs/s1600-h/IMGP0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274090854096252930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFVsD-LMAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2FjlYuC1jLs/s320/IMGP0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I will update bout my delhi trip and Abu Dhabi trip very very soon... stay tuned.. hahaha... Oh.. thank God that the drama in Mumbai finally ended!!! I curse all those really Koo-koo people for having so much time to plan and kill innocent beings.. Condolences to the family of those 160 being killed in this Mumbai drama... Very sad lo.. to see all these happening.. &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;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-4195468398627022955?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4195468398627022955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4195468398627022955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4195468398627022955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4195468398627022955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/outdated-nz-trip.html' title='outdated NZ trip...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/STFayVUsK_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/QJgS4LnI5Ds/s72-c/IMGP0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7126498451006015210</id><published>2008-11-27T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:12:53.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Christmas is coming..</title><content type='html'>I have 3 trips to update yet I do not have the 'time' to do it.. Well, we humans always like to use 'I dont have time' as the best excuse in the world to procastinate.. I'm one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas is coming.. As everybody is aware...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SS6z21rxWAI/AAAAAAAAA38/GfVu9JZLzSY/s1600-h/Christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273349968402405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SS6z21rxWAI/AAAAAAAAA38/GfVu9JZLzSY/s320/Christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Especially when you are living in this tiny little island called Singapore where Christmas is like the 'IT' thing for the islanders to celebrate.. Malaysians are well-aware that if you do not have money to go to Europe to feel Christmas, then Singapore is the best and cheapest and nearest option you can go to.. However, this might not be a good thing for certain type of people.. Those moody, home-sick, lonely girls where all they wish for this christmas is to be with their family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complains about my job.. I think I kindda like my job.. ALOT.. I get to travel, I get to see loads of things where most people are not able to at my age.. The working time is pretty short and I get off days after every trip! But, there's always something you have to sacrifice in order to get certain 'Luxury'.. Just like some people I know, they sacrifice good food outstation in order to buy a 'LV' at the end of the month.. They sacrifice the luxury of taking taxi to work in order to save money to be spent outstation.. As for me, I sacrifice too much of the time with my family and friends to have this job.. I know this job pays me fairly well compared to most jobs I will get back in Malaysia but I miss home.. I miss going back to my REAL home sweet home after my work and just sit down and relax with my family in the living hall watching 'The Nanny'.. I miss mummy calling me and telling me what she's going to cook for dinner in order to tempt me not to go out with my friends at night.. I miss daddy's sarcastic humour everytime we chat while we watch tv.. I miss those small little chats every night before sleep with my 2 dearest sisters.. AND.. I miss all those random calls and sms-es where my friends will just ask me out for a mamak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get closer to Christmas.. I miss home even more.. This will be the first time I'm so far away from HOME for the most important event in the SOO family of the year.. Christmas meant so much to me.. Its more than going to church to celebrate Jesus' birth, its more than singing Christmas Carols... Its the together-ness with your love ones.. I'm assigned to fly to Korea then to San francisco starting from Christmas Eve.. Many told me to look to the brighter side as I will experience a total different Christmas this year and I get to shop till I drop at the streets of San Francisco on Boxing day.. Guess theres always the bright side and a dark side of everything.. A senior once told me, once you decided to step into this line, be ready to be away from your family during BIG events.. its normal.. But the good news is.. My family will be down to celebrate a very early Birthday and Christmas with me next weekend after I come back from Amsterdam!! WEEE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. I'm feeling so lonely.. I have an off day on my Birthday itself but what to do? I hope I get to meet Canna as she will be in singapore that time.. All I want for my birthday is NOT TO BE LONELY.. For the record, I'm not desperate for a boyfriend, I just want friends to be around.. I tend to get too EMO when I'm alone during my big day.. Getting older and all alone.. how sad........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'll be going Amsterdam, Netherland next tuesday.. I checked the weather forecast, and it is like -1 degree celsius!!! I dont know whether I can stand the cold or not.. I'm not a cold person.. I'm a hot person!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-7126498451006015210?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7126498451006015210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7126498451006015210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7126498451006015210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7126498451006015210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SS6z21rxWAI/AAAAAAAAA38/GfVu9JZLzSY/s72-c/Christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-5858629178699109384</id><published>2008-11-10T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:17:54.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>ooh lala..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody say ooh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody say aah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y la?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Gong Li left China..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's now singaporean la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the little island Gong Li!!! Hahaha.. if you ever pops by to my blog when you google your own name... I think you are cool.. and quite hot.. for your age!!! Hope you'll have a happy marriage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys, just imagine Gong Li speaking english with all the Singapore slang.. all the LAs... and AHs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder whether I get to see her on planes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Forgive me for not updating my journeys.. I'm just pure lazy.. oh, i have a declaration to make.. PAMELA IS OFFICIALLY ON A RETAIL-THERAPY DIET (meaning no more shopping la).. until her allowance comes in and she's able to give to her parents only she's allowed to pamper herself.. Apparently retail-therapy doesn't really help on her emotional illness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-5858629178699109384?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5858629178699109384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=5858629178699109384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5858629178699109384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5858629178699109384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ooh-lala.html' title='ooh lala..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7211911025045792087</id><published>2008-11-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:14:12.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stupid quite-new aircon in my room is not working for 2 days already!!!!!! Dont know why i can't on it and it keeps blinking on the 'Timer' bar and the mechanic is only coming tomorrow afternoon to fix it which I have to report for work at the same time.. Talking bout good timing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND AND AND.. I have 1 big pimple on my nose again!!! Why I always have a pimple on my nose.. So annoying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss home.. I really do.. Travelling is fun but tiring as well.. I miss mum's cooking.. I miss the soup she boils.. I miss mamak session.. I miss watching movies in cinema.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s: Going to New Delhi, India tomorrow!! I heard Indian passengers have alot of requests and hard to please.. Hope I will not meet those..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-7211911025045792087?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7211911025045792087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7211911025045792087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7211911025045792087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7211911025045792087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6680457945845940646</id><published>2008-11-02T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:39:23.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for the soul'/><title type='text'>the true happiness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was walking with my friend- Garbriel in the skypark (park at top floor of shopping complex) of VIVO city (my all time favourite mall in the whole small little island of Singapore) and noticed many children playing in the less than 15 cm deep water pool which has no slides or whatsoever.. Just a pool of water.. Thats it.. The children were happy.. Splashing water to each other no matter they know each other or not.. The joy on thier faces are simply priceless.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wondering.. When in the phase of us growing up, we stop treasuring all the small small little things that happened in our life? Be it a shallow pool of water, or just a 5 cent sweet from the candy store that our neighbour give us, we were happy when we were little children.. But now? As we mature and get ourselves involved in the materialistic concrete jungle of the world, we bacame less sensitive to the tiny things around us and we began to be more ambituous in life. The toy that comes free in a box with a RM1 chocolate that we bought from the stalls at the street and doraemon no longer bring a smile as big as it was now.. Now, a PS3 or a digital camera or a car or even a LV bag makes us more contented in life.. Do all these really matter? Even if we get them, we will set a higher goal and it will be never ending.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about it? Are you too ambituos that you have ignored the little things in your life? Sometimes life is not all about getting what the world thinks is best for us human race.. But is about what you care and love most.. Material things always go out of fashion but the things that money cannot buy are just priceless.. TRY TO BE MORE SENSITIVE about the things and people around you and soon, you will realise you can be as happy as those little kids I saw in the skypark..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, the thing that can make me on top of the world is the chance to go back home.. My home sweet home in the land of Bah Kut Teh.. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Just came back from Auckland NZ yesterday night.. It was quite a good experience.. Will blog bout it soon when i got the time.. haha.. Adios! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6680457945845940646?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6680457945845940646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6680457945845940646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6680457945845940646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6680457945845940646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-happiness.html' title='the true happiness..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-5767401926295265434</id><published>2008-10-26T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:11:12.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>Glory glory Manchester...</title><content type='html'>I stayed in Manchester for 2 nights after a 13 hours work in the sky last week and frankly, I kindda like the town of Manchester.. Its pretty peaceful and chill and full of pretty people!!!! Seriously, most of them are quite good looking (no matter male or female) and they dress up pretty well. I was really impressed and had a great time scanning the people in the street. Anyway here are some photos and brief story of my 2 nights tour in the city of Man U...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues and I were placed in this self-proclaimed 5 star hotel at the heart of Manchester. Its quite strategic in terms of their location as it is accessible to loads of shopping places and 'makan' area. The weather is so cold that the moment we step out from the bus that pick us up from the airport, all of us immediately run into the hotel. After handed our room keys and saying 'Have a good rest' to everyone, with a tired feet and brain, I drag my HUGE cargo bag and cabin bag into my room at 3rd floor.. The moment I step into the room, I brought out my camera and started scanning the room and taking pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzyeqWpI/AAAAAAAAA30/F04nCvqszc4/s1600-h/IMGP0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262440748014226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzyeqWpI/AAAAAAAAA30/F04nCvqszc4/s320/IMGP0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a tiny living hall in my room which is pretty rare to get in most hotels.. especially for rooms at 10th floor and below.. coz normally these are standard rooms and usually very small and cramp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzrJT79I/AAAAAAAAA3s/3-MkuZEKBmA/s1600-h/IMGP0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262438779416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzrJT79I/AAAAAAAAA3s/3-MkuZEKBmA/s320/IMGP0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are 2 queen size beds for me!!! I HAD A HARD TIME choosing which to sleep on.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzbt0vGI/AAAAAAAAA3k/37Z9aJFMs4U/s1600-h/IMGP0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262434637593698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzbt0vGI/AAAAAAAAA3k/37Z9aJFMs4U/s320/IMGP0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end I choose this 1.. I know i'm lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPQN7-oZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Fmz4rtFv-iE/s1600-h/IMGP0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261829643444626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPQN7-oZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Fmz4rtFv-iE/s320/IMGP0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The toilet is pretty simple though.. compared to the ones I had in Shanghai and Dubai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPPkbY9aI/AAAAAAAAA3U/i_2KuL0UO3c/s1600-h/IMGP0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261818500904354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPPkbY9aI/AAAAAAAAA3U/i_2KuL0UO3c/s320/IMGP0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, the hotel and address and contact number is stated in the cup! Dam cute.. So, in case U scared that U will get lost in Manchester, U can bring along this cup and just show to the taxi driver when you wanna go back to the hotel...lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPPE_rUwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Ae9lSpp4QZo/s1600-h/IMGP0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261810063168258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPPE_rUwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Ae9lSpp4QZo/s320/IMGP0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tiny little 'cafe' they provided.. The cookie which is wrap in the black packet (at the left bottom corner) is just WOW!!! Its called banana and butter scotch... I can't find it in the supermarkets nearby and I forgot to check with the receptionist.. stupid me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPOoxaCoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YULfR8bpdHw/s1600-h/IMGP0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261802487122562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPOoxaCoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YULfR8bpdHw/s320/IMGP0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THis is what they called a Trouser Press which I really have no idea how to operate it.. The instructions are displayed on the board but it is very blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPOTQQI5I/AAAAAAAAA28/XPzcz4lqMaI/s1600-h/IMGP0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261796710917010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPOTQQI5I/AAAAAAAAA28/XPzcz4lqMaI/s320/IMGP0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before you fall in love with this hotel and decided to come to Manchester with your honey, check out the price here first.. My room is considered the cheapest here and it cost a saliva-chocking blood-cloging 185 Pounds!!!! I was shocked and stunned.. Its not cheap to have holiday in Europe man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a power nap, me and one of my colleagues decided to hit the street..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOXDZQKKI/AAAAAAAAA20/aPIGo11221I/s1600-h/IMGP0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260847560894626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOXDZQKKI/AAAAAAAAA20/aPIGo11221I/s320/IMGP0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is their Taxi!! SO CUTE!!! I love them.. so classic and vintage.. I wonder how much it cost to ride on them.. I'm sure its not cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOW6AKHKI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dUa7kgIrH4E/s1600-h/IMGP0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260845039721634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOW6AKHKI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dUa7kgIrH4E/s320/IMGP0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The buildings are quite vintage too.. I really like the architecture of this building.. It just look majestic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOWWmSfAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Tos4s4KVMSI/s1600-h/IMGP0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260835535977474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOWWmSfAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Tos4s4KVMSI/s320/IMGP0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pic speaks on its own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOWHsCXvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/o0PhCz1gOOk/s1600-h/IMGP0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260831533555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOWHsCXvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/o0PhCz1gOOk/s320/IMGP0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mark and spencer BUILDING!! I've never seen such a huge M&amp;amp;S before.. The ones in Malaysia and singapore are just small and sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOVweLRmI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aFPVveEQdQc/s1600-h/IMGP0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260825301403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdOVweLRmI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aFPVveEQdQc/s320/IMGP0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random pic of the street.. Really old school and I really like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMtYpoPAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ugbyOX2GCgg/s1600-h/IMGP0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262259032200592386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMtYpoPAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ugbyOX2GCgg/s320/IMGP0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel that I look dam old here.. probably is the jacket that makes me look old.. and mind u.. the jacket is dam expensive.. Cost me a whoping Sin$130!!!! I will never forget this.. It was Autumn and the wind is really cold there.. It can literally bite you whenever it blows.. My hands were almost frozen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMtJrJJFI/AAAAAAAAA2E/VtJXZkOizFo/s1600-h/IMGP0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262259028180411474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMtJrJJFI/AAAAAAAAA2E/VtJXZkOizFo/s320/IMGP0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Esther.. my company and partner in checking out the guys there.. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry, we went into an italian restaurant because it has the most reasonable price main courses after we checked out more than 5 restaurants in the street.. I forgot what is the name of the restaurant but all I know is their service sucks!!! I'm not sure its because Esther and I are asians or they are just pure not good in service generally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMswVWwBI/AAAAAAAAA18/TXsZUEM9erw/s1600-h/IMGP0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262259021378142226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMswVWwBI/AAAAAAAAA18/TXsZUEM9erw/s320/IMGP0449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The candle and the holder which is on all the tables in the restaurant.. I feel they should get some nicer candle holders from IKEA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMsWh0MAI/AAAAAAAAA10/5x9oNLlgM3k/s1600-h/IMGP0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262259014451081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMsWh0MAI/AAAAAAAAA10/5x9oNLlgM3k/s320/IMGP0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The atmosphere in the restaurant is pretty nice and warm.. We kindda like it but we still hate the service..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMsDd-x8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/OTQXxg0-gmo/s1600-h/IMGP0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262259009334724546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdMsDd-x8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/OTQXxg0-gmo/s320/IMGP0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starter 1 which I ordered that comes with the set lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLpZTUhXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/M4xz8WyvyMU/s1600-h/IMGP0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257864144356722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLpZTUhXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/M4xz8WyvyMU/s320/IMGP0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garlic bread which the not so friendly waitress recommended.. Its quite yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLpGbNFXI/AAAAAAAAA1c/F7aM3E0mSek/s1600-h/IMGP0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257859077150066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLpGbNFXI/AAAAAAAAA1c/F7aM3E0mSek/s320/IMGP0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starter 2 which Esther ordered for her set lunch.. Basically is Cheese baked Spinach.. I love this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had salmon spaghetti for main course and the salmon is raw.. I like to eat raw salmon alot whenever I enter a Japanese restaurant but Raw SALMON + italian SPAGHETTI is just weird.. Italians, pls cook your salmon!! Thank you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with my cousin brother-Caleb who happens to be there to further his studies in the evening.. We hardly meet back in Malaysia because I was in selangor and he was in Penang.. We weren't really close but I'm really glad that we met up.. We had a long chat in my room and I allowed him to sleep on the other unoccupied bed.. It feels good to have someone you know with you when you are at overseas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLo1LlaBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/wTnnrWF9s4o/s1600-h/IMGP0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257854448232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLo1LlaBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/wTnnrWF9s4o/s320/IMGP0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Caleb checking out the bible that was placed in my room by THE GIDEONS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb brought me to a chinese restaurant at for dinner because most of the other restaurants are either closed or too expensive for us to even drink their water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLoV_FqbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TGZhjlbBPtg/s1600-h/IMGP0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257846074321330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLoV_FqbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TGZhjlbBPtg/s320/IMGP0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Accordinf to Caleb, this is the best Chinese Restaurant in Manchester city and normally you will have to Q up for a very long time during peak hours.. Thank god we went before the crowd comes in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLoH9gmEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/sxqwX_aYrbs/s1600-h/IMGP0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257842309601346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdLoH9gmEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/sxqwX_aYrbs/s320/IMGP0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the cantonese fried rice we ordered which tasted above my expectation.. The dim sum here also can fight with those served in Asia.. THe prawns they use are very very fresh! They only have ASIANs working in the restaurant and I really feel at home when I was in there.. No weird strange looks from the ang mohs and no bad service.. hahaha.. I was quite pleased with Caleb's recommendation and the bill came out to be less than 20 pounds which is hard to find in other restaurants and considered cheap to dine out in ENGLAND.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, 4 of my other colleagues and I had breakfast in a cafe which is just a 10 mins walking distant from our hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdKm0fov5I/AAAAAAAAA08/TNq3Bk0qsOg/s1600-h/IMGP0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256720392535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdKm0fov5I/AAAAAAAAA08/TNq3Bk0qsOg/s320/IMGP0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdKmiDPOdI/AAAAAAAAA00/LHjlsRhbEPI/s1600-h/IMGP0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256715441584594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdKmiDPOdI/AAAAAAAAA00/LHjlsRhbEPI/s320/IMGP0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdKmcv8cKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/q887XV65fAo/s1600-h/IMGP0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256714018484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdKmcv8cKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/q887XV65fAo/s320/IMGP0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ang mohs drink beer early in the morning and it was a weekday.. All no need to work 1.. very chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH3VjlEpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/NVo2a0KsOfU/s1600-h/IMGP0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262253705610465938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH3VjlEpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/NVo2a0KsOfU/s320/IMGP0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cam-whored while waiting for our breakfast.. Pamela, Claire and Shil-lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH3PxhPoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/5vr79OUupIE/s1600-h/IMGP0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262253704058322562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH3PxhPoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/5vr79OUupIE/s320/IMGP0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shil-lyn, Lynn and Jason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH2yTqSyI/AAAAAAAAA0E/wjof_0UkXmM/s1600-h/IMGP0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262253696148458274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH2yTqSyI/AAAAAAAAA0E/wjof_0UkXmM/s320/IMGP0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look the the wide variety of sauces they have!!! Its free and up to us to take how many we want.. They even have 3 choices of Jams!!! I took back few packets of Ketchup and Jam because it comes in handy and its free wat.. BTW.. you will not be able to find Chili Sauce in the restaurants in Manchester.. So, bring your own bottle of Maggi Chili Sauce if you wanna go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH2kEJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAz8/J92T5RwrGa8/s1600-h/IMGP0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262253692325329042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdH2kEJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAz8/J92T5RwrGa8/s320/IMGP0464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tea with a small cute jar of full cream milk on top..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdCd_x_u7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/GFkVdeDX0vk/s1600-h/IMGP0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247772710484914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdCd_x_u7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/GFkVdeDX0vk/s320/IMGP0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My English Breakfast with toast.. Always have a full breakfast before you start your day with shopping.. hahaha.. it cost less than 4.5 pounds all together.. quite a good deal already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBCL7PaUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/xFYPBbgux7s/s1600-h/IMGP0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262246195422521666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBCL7PaUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/xFYPBbgux7s/s320/IMGP0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason with his 'vegetarian english breakfast'.. Look at how black is the vegetarian hotdog.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBBxyQtXI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rnf7GLmiIO8/s1600-h/IMGP0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262246188405536114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBBxyQtXI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rnf7GLmiIO8/s320/IMGP0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to act poised before I feast on my breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBBNwnvXI/AAAAAAAAAys/TFJIvHnk2wo/s1600-h/IMGP0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262246178734980466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBBNwnvXI/AAAAAAAAAys/TFJIvHnk2wo/s320/IMGP0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went shopping and sight seeing around the hotel area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBAWffXgI/AAAAAAAAAyk/i7uyoc2xcQc/s1600-h/IMGP0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262246163899178498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdBAWffXgI/AAAAAAAAAyk/i7uyoc2xcQc/s320/IMGP0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sky is always gloomy looking there and it always look like its gonna rain anytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmuULi8FI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1XR-bkV_0Us/s1600-h/IMGP0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513579296911442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmuULi8FI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1XR-bkV_0Us/s320/IMGP0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manchester United was suppose to have a match against Celtic that evening and we happen to pass by bars at the street full of Celtic fans singing marrily even before the match starts! They were drinking and almost feel like a celebration and condeming Man U fans.. It was fun to watch them and they were really hyper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmuDnuQcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/2otR7X826Ks/s1600-h/IMGP0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513574851690946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmuDnuQcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/2otR7X826Ks/s320/IMGP0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid sign board blocked the fans.. Most of them were in Green and white stripe long sleeved jersey.. sad to say.. their celebration was a waste because Celtic lost that day.. it was a 2-0... Caleb was so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmt26YXbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/yYgYDZorq-Y/s1600-h/IMGP0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513571440287154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmt26YXbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/yYgYDZorq-Y/s320/IMGP0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmtmKv65I/AAAAAAAAAxc/FWlrtYzh8a8/s1600-h/IMGP0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513566945536914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSmtmKv65I/AAAAAAAAAxc/FWlrtYzh8a8/s320/IMGP0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really adore the buildings here.. so cute and classic.. No wonder English pound is so strong.. they save alot of money because they dont paint their walls... it was a joke.. laugh la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSms0ylZMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/sbkKMUitkEk/s1600-h/IMGP0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513553690846402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQSms0ylZMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/sbkKMUitkEk/s320/IMGP0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, I would like to close this entry with the EYE of Manchester.. It seems that everywhere also got this ferries wheel.. And its so much more expensive to ride there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a pleasent trip which nearly burnt a holl in my already-thin pocket.. Although I like Manchester but I feel that there's no where like home.. I still prefer Malaysia and Singapore's weather although i enjoyed layering my clothes.. If I get to go there again in the future, I would love to attend a football match just to have a feel of the adrenalin rush alongwith the hardcore fans of football whenever a team scored a goal.. I do not have any fav team but definitely against MAN U.. hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: GOING to AUCKLAND soon.. I'm so broke.. due to all the currency changing.. but now is the best time to go New Zealand and Australia.. their currency really dropped.. &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;&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-5767401926295265434?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5767401926295265434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=5767401926295265434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5767401926295265434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5767401926295265434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/glory-glory-manchester.html' title='Glory glory Manchester...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SQdPzyeqWpI/AAAAAAAAA30/F04nCvqszc4/s72-c/IMGP0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6304296139175404217</id><published>2008-10-19T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:17:39.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Not looking forward..</title><content type='html'>I'm going to work on a flight to Manchester in few hours time.. I'm looking forward for the job but not really looking forward to stay there for 2 nights.. y? Because I just used almost s$300 to change for 115 pounds!! Why Pound has to be so big and strong all the time? How to survive 2 nights without going shopping in Manchester? And how to survive shopping when you only have 115 embarrasing Pounds in your pocket? I think i only can buy yogurt and eat in the hotel.. or order McD.. wait.. Mac Donalds.. Must speak proper english.. or perhaps I can find Tesco and buy English Bread with English Tea.. Why Pound has to be so strong? Argh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I'm going back to Klang after my manchester flight!! yeepee!!! Will be taking bus from Singapore on Thursday (23.10.08) evening and will reach klang at midnight.. Will be there till Sunday morning.. Pls meet me ya!!! Can't wait to see all of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6304296139175404217?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6304296139175404217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6304296139175404217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6304296139175404217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6304296139175404217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-looking-forward.html' title='Not looking forward..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1552241383271494470</id><published>2008-10-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:17:13.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Pam's 1st attempt..</title><content type='html'>What do u do when u feel bored and you are just sick of the 'tah bau' food from the only hawker centre near your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a bus to the nearest supermarket, you buy stuff, you come back, you ting ting ting tong tong tong in the kitchen and wuo la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1rTeGCvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/MPuOdQE_iHE/s1600-h/pizza+before1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258152320520555250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1rTeGCvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/MPuOdQE_iHE/s320/pizza+before1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before 'they' go into the 'sauna'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1riQy7BI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jgkRVggjBTk/s1600-h/pizza+before2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258152324491308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1riQy7BI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jgkRVggjBTk/s320/pizza+before2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up close n personal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1sY3pvGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/CZR8fqht04c/s1600-h/pizza+after1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258152339149798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1sY3pvGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/CZR8fqht04c/s320/pizza+after1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After their 'sauna' session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1u69J9-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7ueF7_tw2Sg/s1600-h/pizza+after2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258152382659426274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1u69J9-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7ueF7_tw2Sg/s320/pizza+after2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now i'm hungry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 1st attempt on cooking in Singapore!!! I'm so proud of myself.. I categorize myself as someone who loves to cook but too lazy to move and after staying in Singapore for almost 4 months.. I cooked!!! Yeepee.. My Pizza Toast.. hahaha.. My housemate- Alex (Fyi, he's an uncle with a wife in Philipine who treats me like his daughter.. We both rent a room each from an auntie whom I call Auntie Dorris but Auntie Dorris stays in Malacca and comes back to Singapore for holiday once a blue moon) said its quite good even though i just simply cook for fun.. No kidding k.. Pam cooks!!! I'm so proud of myself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I have carrots, onions, garlic, cheese, ham, bread, green pepper, tomato.. And i'm so lazy to cook again and all of them are perishable items... die... and I wont be at home for few days after sunday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s: Cheese dont go well with instant noodle.. I woke up in the middle of the night 2 nights ago and cook the packet of cheese flavour instant noodle I bought from Dubai. It smelled like rotten cheese and I only ate like half of it and threw the rest of it away.. can't stand the horrible 'cheese' smell... and then I went back to sleep.. not satisfied and was still hungry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1552241383271494470?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1552241383271494470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1552241383271494470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1552241383271494470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1552241383271494470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/pam.html' title='Pam&apos;s 1st attempt..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPi1rTeGCvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/MPuOdQE_iHE/s72-c/pizza+before1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8845393763712936529</id><published>2008-10-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:31:43.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel and living'/><title type='text'>The land of super duper richness n gold..</title><content type='html'>Dubai Dubai.. The land of so many dreams and hopefuls.. Tonnes of humans are waiting for the chance to go there to work and dig the money of the rich there... Seriously.. the middle east countries are so blessed with the gift of nature that they have abundance of oil to take and sell.. How fortunate.. Anyway, I just came back from Dubai and its not as pleasent as what I thought. It was just a 1 night stay (time constrain and wasn't able to visit places) and I was cheated in broad day light.. (read further and you will know) Anyway, the moment I came out from the well-airconditioned airport, I can feel the heat as though I'm in an open air sauna. It is super duper HOT and very very pack!!! Packed with humans and cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short.. I stayed in Traders Hotel situated along a busy road and its facing a cross junction.. the exterior architecture of the building is well.. not really eye-catching and at first I thought it was a government building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPZMrQ-HQoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ClVWy7JdK0c/s1600-h/IMGP0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257473921175208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPZMrQ-HQoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ClVWy7JdK0c/s320/IMGP0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the interior design is pretty nice and warm feeling.. I especially love the room with all the brown colour family all mix together creating a harmonious peaceful aura..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwHO2nnQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HkAu6fUMGy0/s1600-h/IMGP0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257442515806035202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwHO2nnQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HkAu6fUMGy0/s320/IMGP0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just the bed itself makes me wanna jump to it and just sleep without showering and removing makeup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwHpezpYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/HFkoiVcP0Fg/s1600-h/IMGP0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257442522953917826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwHpezpYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/HFkoiVcP0Fg/s320/IMGP0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The room is decently sized and I have all the bed by myself.. Very very shock!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always like to check out what the hotels provide in their so called mini bar which is always and forever over-priced and this is what I found in the mini fridge underneath the TV..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwH8x5guI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xylo_FQr8z4/s1600-h/IMGP0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257442528134267618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwH8x5guI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xylo_FQr8z4/s320/IMGP0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are the normal soft drinks and all but I found few very interesting items.. Starting from left are 2 fruit juices in a very voluptuos-shaped bottle, then 4 super tiny bottles of HARD liquor and creamer for coffee or tea.. I really like the size of those hard liquor bottles which is so cute and tiny.. Here is the comparison of the bottles with a normal coca-cola can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwIPmuhsI/AAAAAAAAAus/JhmMilf9aqw/s1600-h/IMGP0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257442533187684034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYwIPmuhsI/AAAAAAAAAus/JhmMilf9aqw/s320/IMGP0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its so cute that I'm so tempted to buy them but I dont drink and unfortunately its quite expensive to just buy it for collection.. No point.. so I just put it back into the fridge after cam-whoring them.. ADIOS bottles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good night sleep.. Me and one of my colleague decided to check out their shopping mall in town the next day and its called 'CITY CENTRE'.. I just feel that they should spend more time on coming out with a better name for the mall instead of just naming it CITY CENTRE.. very boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall looks like Mid Valley in KL and we felt quite at home when we step in.. (My colleague is also from malaysia) Its is pretty spacious and clean and not much crowd because it was a weekday. They basically have almost every shops you can find in Singapore and Malaysia like ZARA, Topshop, Debenhams and etc.. It didn't really attract us because we feel that the things sold there are more expensive compared to those in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and check out CAREFOUR instead.. I know its pretty sad but we just wanna find some unusual food that we can bring back home.. Its always very interesting to check out the local supermarkets whenever you are in oversea.. You will never know what you can find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvOan6nQI/AAAAAAAAAts/nSFEVAYZpv4/s1600-h/IMGP0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257441539713047810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvOan6nQI/AAAAAAAAAts/nSFEVAYZpv4/s320/IMGP0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alot of arabic writings which is very new to me.. You have to read from right to left (if you know how to read them), unlike english and mandarin and most languages in the world.. Like the man in the centre of the pictures, you can see alot of men dress up in white gowns everywhere you go around Dubai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvO0n1YGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lzqSFzHf8sw/s1600-h/IMGP0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257441546692026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvO0n1YGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lzqSFzHf8sw/s320/IMGP0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We noticed there are loads of sweet dessets sold in the supermarket. Like the picture above, they have loads of cakes and tarts all packed in boxes ready to be bought by you.. Most of them looked pretty nice and appetising unlike those that are displayed in supermarkets in our country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvPIOoYoI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lnxN9glj118/s1600-h/IMGP0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257441551955026562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvPIOoYoI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lnxN9glj118/s320/IMGP0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is strawberry chocolate cake that looked really nice in real life.. Pardon me for my bad photgraphy but it looked really good.. I wanted to buy but its perishable and afraid that it will rot even before I reach Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk we walk and we walk and found the instant noodles section where I bought 1 pack of cheese flavour and 1 pack of spicy tomato.. Its very very unusual to find a cheese flavour instant noodle.. You've heard of cheese back rice and cheese cake but what about cheese instant noodle? Sound interesting? I will let you all know whether it taste good or not.. Somehow deep in my heart, I feel that cheese dont go well in soup and instant noodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvPXMX4jI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sFSQ48PJMgE/s1600-h/IMGP0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257441555972088370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvPXMX4jI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sFSQ48PJMgE/s320/IMGP0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found this counter selling peanut sweets and tibits freshly baked everyday.. Its so tempting and mouth watering we each bought a box of assorted tibits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvPtjaJBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UY4x6DPUCK8/s1600-h/IMGP0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257441561974285330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYvPtjaJBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UY4x6DPUCK8/s320/IMGP0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the mountain high of peanut HAKLAWA KATHA.. Just for your info, their currency is almost like RM but theirs is slightly stronger compared to RM.. Dhs 44.95 might be in the range of RM 48-RM50.. The things here are not very cheap and the living standard is quite high.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stomach growling, we decided to check out the food court in the mall.. Its brightly lighted and very very spacious.. I love the atmosphere and most importantly, its very clean.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYchWsjTpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/yS_uSzP20uc/s1600-h/IMGP0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257420974355336850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYchWsjTpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/yS_uSzP20uc/s320/IMGP0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYch-Btd3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/MaSCSNB0Hso/s1600-h/IMGP0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257420984913065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYch-Btd3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/MaSCSNB0Hso/s320/IMGP0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They even have KFC and McDonald stalls in the foodcourt.. wanna learn how to write KFC in ARABIC? You can learn now.. Its very long.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZo1P2-bI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S3hgEVGRWpU/s1600-h/IMGP0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257417804280691122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZo1P2-bI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S3hgEVGRWpU/s320/IMGP0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is lebanese food stall which the pictures of the food does not really appeal me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZpc5AaDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KNspJ7A6LWA/s1600-h/IMGP0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257417814922258482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZpc5AaDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KNspJ7A6LWA/s320/IMGP0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is taken from a stall selling briyani rice and their curry look really dilicious.. even the briyani rice smells really good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZpm_07HI/AAAAAAAAAsE/3g8lttHnXRc/s1600-h/IMGP0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257417817635220594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZpm_07HI/AAAAAAAAAsE/3g8lttHnXRc/s320/IMGP0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each of the curry and dishes are properly named and we just can't wait to try out their food.. I ordered a Vegetable briyani rice with Mutton Curry and Veg Jalfrezi.. The waiter suggested to put my curry and Veg Jalfrezi seperately with my rice and put them in 2 different bowls so that I can have more and can share with my friend.. Looking at how friendly and good service the waiter is, I said ok and ordered a glass of Mountai Dew to quench my thirst and in case the curry is too hot for me to handle.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my horror, when I wanted to pay for my brunch.. the nice and friendly waiter told me that I have to pay DHS 53.50.. that is equilvalent to almost RM60 or $25++.. I was shocked and stunned and speechless.. What the heck.. Nasi Briyani with mutton curry and vegetable cost less than RM10 in malaysia and now I have to pay like more than 5 times of it in a Dubai foodcourt.. Its not even a buffet or high class restaurant.. its just a foodcourt!!! IT IS SUPER DUPER EXPENSIVE LO!!! But I have no choice.. I have ordered and they have served.. I got to pay.. I swallowed my saliva hard and painfully bring out my money to pay him.. DARN... My friend wanted to laugh but managed to control his laughter..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZp89JU2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0Whr61L4N9s/s1600-h/IMGP0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257417823529554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPYZp89JU2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0Whr61L4N9s/s320/IMGP0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the culprit of my throat-chocking brunch.. Shamiana.. Dont ever eat their food when you are in Dubai's CITY CENTRE mall!!!! Unless u dont mind paying so much for some Briyani... You tell me la.. am I cheated? I really feel like cursing man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/s: Being a cabin crew is not easy... really.. But I think I'm beginning to like this job sincerely.. Although sometimes I really feel like quitting even during my training days.. But I thank God that I can even have a job now because the economy is so bad right now.. Being blessed with opportunities to travel around really broaden my horizon and I'm glad that I'm at this stage.. But I still miss malaysia and the cheap mamak food..&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/23216106006555724-8845393763712936529?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8845393763712936529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8845393763712936529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8845393763712936529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8845393763712936529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/land-of-super-duper-richness-n-gold.html' title='The land of super duper richness n gold..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SPZMrQ-HQoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ClVWy7JdK0c/s72-c/IMGP0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1136455070840997564</id><published>2008-10-05T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:24:29.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Mamamia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOjTCsB74AI/AAAAAAAAArs/OChKet_djaw/s1600-h/mamamia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253681008460161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOjTCsB74AI/AAAAAAAAArs/OChKet_djaw/s320/mamamia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hardly blog about a movie I like as I dont even bother to advertise for them for free and knowing that they will not pay me for doing so.. But this movie just takes my breath away.. Not in a romantic way.. But the way they did it.. the whole package.. Its very light very joyful and very lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep really bring the roll to life as the mother of a daughter who is getting married at the age of 20.. Just in case you dont know who she is, she acted as the devil in Devil wears Prada. She's so different in Mamamia that I had a hard time thinking its actually acted by the same person. I really like her personally and thinks she's really a good actress. Despite being not so young at age, she can really dance and sing and really make me move while watching the show (illegally at home..sorry la.. no money d.. can't afford to watch in Singapore cinema).. Not forgetting, she can actually sing quite well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie revolves around songs from ABBA which is really familiar to me.. I can sing along with most songs as my dad is a big fan of ABBA.. Though they sing and dance, they made it very natural and it doesn't seem unreal like most Bollywood movies where people just suddenly appear out of nowhere and started dancing with the stars.. Most of the backup dancers and singers are the folks living in the small little town and I tell you.. Greece is so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I suck in movie critic but this is the best I can do.. go to the cinema to watch if u can and have a good laugh watching former James Bond singing love songs to Meryl Streep.. Its a child-friendly show too.. Bring your siblings along!!! Try not to watch online for free like me la.. after all a good show must be supported!! If not, they wont come out with musicals anymore.. I have my reasons for not going Cinema to watch.. 1. NO money 2. NO company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY ORIGINAL WATCH ORIGINAL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Wats the big fuss about Jonah's Brothers ah? OK.. no doubt they are quite cute but I seriously can't stand their songs.. Despite so many attempts of listening to their songs and trying my best to like them.. I still can't.. Sorry Jessica, I just dont understand why u like them so much.. but the curly hair brother quite cute la.. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1136455070840997564?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1136455070840997564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1136455070840997564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1136455070840997564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1136455070840997564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamamia.html' title='Mamamia!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOjTCsB74AI/AAAAAAAAArs/OChKet_djaw/s72-c/mamamia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6462324943027754296</id><published>2008-10-04T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:55:33.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Mini Mc D anyone?</title><content type='html'>A fact for u to know: Singaporeans do not call McDonald- Mc D like how we malaysians called.. They are really clueless when I say: 'Hey, lets go Mc D!', you will noticed a few blank face with loads of question marks popping out from their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the main thing I wanna talk about.. My landlord asked me whether I want anything from Mc D after a simple home-cooked dinner as she's calling for delivery for his young son and I requested Oreo Mc Flurry as my dessert. The service here is quite efficient and they delivered our order in a very short time. When we were unpacking our orders from the paper bags, I can't find my Mc Flurry and after much treasure hunting, I finally found my Mc Flurry which is mini in size compared to the ones I had in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOeFndSzEyI/AAAAAAAAArc/tih5sA5W1gE/s1600-h/mini+mc+flurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253314403275838242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOeFndSzEyI/AAAAAAAAArc/tih5sA5W1gE/s320/mini+mc+flurry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOeFnvwJi2I/AAAAAAAAArk/-LDuatP4gsQ/s1600-h/mc+flurry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253314408230783842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOeFnvwJi2I/AAAAAAAAArk/-LDuatP4gsQ/s320/mc+flurry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see how cute and small the cup is right beside my faithful 700ml Love &amp;amp; peace bottle.. (pls pardon me for the messiness of my dressing table cum computer table cum writting table)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/s: Tony Fernandes has set up his own blog as well!!! Looks like the older generation is following the trend of us younger ones.. lol.. 1st we have Dato Mahathir and now we have Tony Fernandes (he even has 'haha' in his entry).. I wonder when our beloved Pak Lah will come out with his own blog.. I have linked his blog to mine as the side bar column under inspirations.. His is more business-ish and less crap.. its quite a good read.. He's 1 wise man.. I hope he doesn't write the wrong things and ended up caught by ISA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6462324943027754296?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6462324943027754296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6462324943027754296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6462324943027754296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6462324943027754296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/mini-mc-d-anyone.html' title='Mini Mc D anyone?'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SOeFndSzEyI/AAAAAAAAArc/tih5sA5W1gE/s72-c/mini+mc+flurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2880545991835249907</id><published>2008-10-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:52:09.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Tagged again..</title><content type='html'>Despite so many attempts of 'warning' my fellow friends not to tag me, I still got the 'you've been tag' message in my message box every once in awhile.. (thank god it cut down lately) Due to brain dead at this early wee hours in the morning and abit sick of Sex and the city season 2, I decided to do this tag because it was asked by a very sweet friend of mine... (i hope he's still sweet..Haven't seen him like ages..)Seriously, I hope I get this tag right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 Things About Yourself Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I never leave home without: A big handbag to put my MP3 player, water bottle, my long old brown wallet, handphone, camera, a shawl, lipbalm, small mirror, hand lotion and a novel.. I know its alot to carry but its just too important.. and i'm really trying to cut down the weight I have to carry.. Mummy very worried.. She says so much weight on the shoulder will bring no good for me in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I really hate waiting for people who are late for more than 10 mins and dont bother to call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to go for retail-therapy every once in a while and hates to buy things with the labels on it.. like 'MNG basic', 'LV' all over the bag or a big nike logo on the t-shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I collect stickers and they are all in my malaysia home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am so in love with grapes (yes those biji biji fruit you see in the supermarket).. the black ones.. I can finish more than 500g of grapes in less than 1 episode of Gossip girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I miss those days where I played counter strike with my friends.. and not forgetting my sisters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need a bigger room coz my things are over-flowing.. die die die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I miss mamak food.. the 'mamak' food here is horrible..they dont even know what is Roti Pisang or Roti Banjir or even a simple Maggi mee goreng.. I'm so dissapointed.. Somehow their Milo Ais is not that 'Kao' also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I'm not alone sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm going to watch Sex and the city season 2 again after this tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go Victor.. Hope to see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My family is here and I'm so happy but too bad I got to go back training centre and not able to spend time with them.. Sometimes I wonder whether all these are worth it after all? Who can predict the future? Who can tell whether I will change when I really start flying? Who can know that all these sacrifices will bring my family closer after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2880545991835249907?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2880545991835249907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2880545991835249907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2880545991835249907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2880545991835249907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1289440407946229884</id><published>2008-09-30T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:40:10.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>argh...</title><content type='html'>What makes u frustrated and angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U go into TOPSHOP.. u saw them selling lycra plain t-shirts in various colours and its 2 for $39.. U pick it up, u think its nice and pretty reasonable, u choose a black n a blue one and u pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then u step into SAMUEL &amp;amp; KEVIN, u saw them selling the almost-same-like-TOPSHOP lycra t-shirts and its 2 for $16 only.. U frustrated and angry or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make myself not so frustrated and angry, I pick a white and red one and pay.. And now, i'm comforted.. and promise to myself that I will not buy any plain t-shirts or singlets in TOPSHOP anymore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a black, white, blue and red plain t-shirts.. Hooray to queen Pamela..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1289440407946229884?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1289440407946229884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1289440407946229884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1289440407946229884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1289440407946229884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title='argh...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-5678183219901019972</id><published>2008-09-28T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:01:13.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Drama mama..</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have adjusted my single life according to the tempo of Singaporeans, I realised I'm happier and less worried about the fact that I'm lonely here.. My everyday calls back to my Malaysia home is like my daily supplement of homely happiness and other than that, my life right now is filled with dramas dramas and more dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to one of my batchmates that introduce some websites from China which offers free dramas from all around the world for anyone to view by just one click, I'm officially a drama addict now. Its so easy and fast and the most important, FREE!!! I can watch any dramas according to my time and I do not need to sit in front of the TV at a certain time and day just to catch a less than an hour drama and wait for another week for another episode. Its so frustrating most of the times when those brilliant directors will end the episode when the truth is almost out and you will be like 'Man, why they must always keep us hanging like that'.. I hate it when the power is in the hands of those directors. But now, with such good connection in Singapore, I enjoy the luxury of watching xx numbers of episodes I want at any convenient time I have, and now, the power is in my hands. Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, dramas can be stupid and lame but just admit it, dramas do potray lives of humans that we imagine ourselves to be but do not dare to show it in the reality. Too deep? Well, dramas are creation of humans with a very high imagination and has the power to 'make' it alive and entertain the rest of the human race who happens to have high imagination as well. Personally, I feel that dramas from the States are more entertaining and I am least likely to click on the fast forward key whenever I'm watching them. I'm not stereotyping but I find taiwan and Korean dramas pretty draggy and stupid. Most of the times, you will find me fast-forwarding the drama just to finish it ASAP and get the rough idea of the whole drama just to be able to talk to my Korean-dramaholic friends..(ask my dear sisters if you dont belive..I can finish a 30 episodes Korean drama is just half a day) Dont get me wrong, I love asians, I love chinese and I love Hong Kong TVB dramas but other than that, dramas produced in Taiwan and Koreans are very predictable. I say its draggy because they will just occupy few episodes just for the actor to confess to the actress. I say its draggy because they will just cry and cry and cry for any reasons under the sun. I say its stupid because the actress are always dumb dumb and the actors are always the heroes coming to the rescue. I say its predictable because the Korean dramas always have 2 males and 2 females fighting for one another and Taiwan dramas will always have 2 guys fighting over a girl or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've finished watching Gossip Girl Season 1 and its so entertaining to see the lives of those high end rich kids living in New York. The extent they will go just to step on each others' tails and the drama they created just because of one wrong step. It can be quite a disturbing drama where certain scenes are not really suitable for teenagers in a traditional thinking ASIA but I really like the drama.. Darn.. I feel like a blonde bimbo now.. But the most important thing I realised in this drama is that, MONEY can buy you friends but not loyalty, MONEY can buy you house but not home, MONEY can buy you clothes but not comfort and MONEY can buy you girlfriends/boyfriends but not LOVE.. Seriously, some of you might think that the rich and famous are happy and you just hope you have their bank accounts, but think again after you watch this drama. Everything is just for show and deep down inside, they are as lost as little Bambi in the forest. I'm signing off now to continue watching my SEX AND THE CITY.. Season 1.. I know I'm outdated la.. but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I'm stuck here in Singapore where I'm supposed to be in Taiwan shopping!!! Y i'm stucked? Because of the big typhoon in Taiwan now that resulted the Airport to close.. y?y?y?y? Think of the bright side, at least I can watch SATC in my singapore room, how optimistim me.. Since when i'm so optimistic? I can't believe it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-5678183219901019972?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5678183219901019972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=5678183219901019972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5678183219901019972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5678183219901019972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/drama-mama.html' title='Drama mama..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2314469629738695373</id><published>2008-09-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:54:41.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the way to the air..'/><title type='text'>TIME FLIES...</title><content type='html'>No kidding.. Time really flies.. In fact i think time flies faster than aeroplanes.. I still remember the time when I was still in Malaysia thinking of whether I should just leave my comfort zone and come to this small little island to persue something I've never dreamt of.. And boom! Here I am, after more than 2 months of intensive training in Singapore waiting for my graduation early next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here is really like the tagline of my blog-'Life is a ROLLER COASTER'. I've been through my ups (joy and fun) and downs (fear, loneliness and failure) here and trust me.. its not easy to go through it without your family right beside you. I've cried out of loneliness few times, missing my family and friends back in Klang.. wondering what on earth they are doing and wondering whether the decisions I've made so far are right or not.. Its funny how your brain and heart will start playing the 'game' when you are all so alone and got nothing else better to do. The best way to avoid these 'mind games' is to get yourself occupied with other things. In the beginning I find it really hard to get along with my batchmates.. I really dont know why but i think most probably its just my problem.. I always feel 'small' as they are better looking and much smarter bunch.. I really felt like I was the Ugly Duckling who has no chance to turn into a beautiful majestically elegant swan no matter when.. Since grooming day itself.. My confident level just went down hill till it crashes itself and thats when I really wanna give up everything and go back to mama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I thank God for everything that happened.. Everything that I literally forced myself to finish it till this current time.. Looking back, I think I've accomplished alot.. Looking back, I'm quite proud of myself for coming this far.. Looking back, I think I'm still the ugly duckling but personally I'm a swan in mine and family's heart.. That should be sufficient to keep me going. I'm someone that get very used to pleasing people around me and everyday I have to remind myself, as long I'm happy, dont care about what other peope think.. Honestly, I'm still struggling with it...lol.. give me some time man.. I will improve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for not updating my blog after so long..I'm really occupied with alot of things.. Housework, laundry, training, exams, tv programmes...etc.. I will try to be more discipline k.. For those back in Malaysia.. I miss u all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: AMANDA.. ITS 11.51PM.. I STILL CAN WISH YOU HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY HERE.. I FELT BAD FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO BE THERE TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY BUT I'M SURE YOU LIKE THE GIFT I GAVE (WHICH U CHOSE) RIGHT? MAY ALL YOUR WISHES AND DREAMS COME TRUE.. CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE SO BIG D (PHYSICALLY AS WELL..HAHA) Always remember I'll always love you no matter what and will try to be there (thought can't be physically)for you whenever you need me!!! LOVE YOU and may God bless whatever you put your hands on... *MUAKZ MUAKZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2314469629738695373?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2314469629738695373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2314469629738695373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2314469629738695373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2314469629738695373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-flies.html' title='TIME FLIES...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2719306026223513551</id><published>2008-07-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:14:31.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the way to the air..'/><title type='text'>Phew..</title><content type='html'>I've been trying my very best to enjoy my life here in Singapore and so far so good.. Other than the occasional lonely feeling that strikes me almost everyday.. Seriously, living here is not as bad as when I first reached here.. I know alot of you are so interested to know about how my training goes but during the 1st 2 days of the training itself, my rank trainer that's incharged of my bunch keeps emphasizing on the seriousness of blogging about SIA and what kind of actions we will get.. Anyway, here goes my statement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*THE BELOW STATEMENT/ BLOG THAT IS WRITTEN BY THIS BLUR AURTHOR THAT SINCERELY ONLY WANTS TO UPDATE HER FAMILY AND FRIENDS ABOUT HER LONELY LIFE IN SINGAPORE HAS NO INTENTION TO LEAK OUT ANY INFORMATION ABOUT HER CURRENT EMPLOYER OR COMPANY. THE ENTRIES OF THIS BLOG ARE NOT OFFICIAL AND PURELY FOR PERSONAL CONSUMPTION AND LEISURE. IT IS STRICTLY NOT TO BE USED AGAINST THE AUTHOR HERSELF IN ANY LEGAL FORM.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My training is really cramped up and jam packed to 2 and a half months which really tied us all down as we have to be in the training centre everyday (including saturdays) before 8.30 pm. In the beginning, it was really a struggle for me as most of you know, I'm really a night owl who can't sleep in the night and acts like a zombie in the morning. But after 1 week, it has become my routine. I look forward for sundays as that is the only day I can really rest and do the neccessary house chores or do some grocery shopping (yes.. Ms Pamela does grocery shopping herself once a while now to keep her stomach filled). The training will last the whole day and most of our nice trainers will only let us out after 5 as this is what the company wants. Mind you, I do not have the luxury of my tiny little Kelisa with me anymore and I have to wear heels to training centre by taking 2 buses.. My poor legs are so in pain right now due to over straining..Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'classmates' are really interesting bunch as most of them are really crazy!!! Yes.. 'Siaw' like me.. and we are considered the noisiest bunch of all batches.. I really enjoyed their company and class becomes interesting because of their humour and craziness.. I really thank god for some of them that really stick by me and gave me loads of encouragement when I really thought of giving up.. The class is pretty small and cosy and there's only 17 of us in total.. 4 miserable guys (which I name them backstreet boys along with one of the trainer) and 13 girls.. Ranging from 18 to 26 years old. It feels like I'm back to college time and it feels kindda good to be learining something totally new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says cabin crew is easy? It is confirmed not!!!! We have to act in so many roles in 1 when we are working.. According to one of the trainers, our job starts from the moment we go out of the house as we will be wearing the uniform in the future whenever we going to work! Whenever we are out, we are carrying the company's image and we must always uphold it!! When we are in the airport, we cannot neglect the people around us and must always smile.. then when we are on board, we are not just high class waitress only K.. we are toilet cleaner, chef, medical assistant, firefighter, usher, baby-sitter etc all rolled into 1.. It sounds pretty tiring.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my crazy classmates will come out soon.. As u all know, I do not have a camera.. So, I will have to collect our cam-whore pics from my classmates.. They seriously love to cam-whore and FYI, I'm the ugliest of all gals.. After pilling on the heavy makeup on my face.. Trust me.. I'm not lying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i miss malaysia food.. but singapore food is not as bad as what most of you have told me.. The fried hokkien mee here is quite good.. If any of u coming down, I will bring u guys around.. by public transport of course... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2719306026223513551?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2719306026223513551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2719306026223513551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2719306026223513551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2719306026223513551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/phew.html' title='Phew..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-9075989654209327976</id><published>2008-07-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:11:02.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>safe n sound</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!!! I've arrived Singapore by plane safe and sound and all in one piece 2 days back and life has been nothing but hectic and tiring.. My work permit is not out yet and therefore, theres alot of things I cannot do for the current moment.. Like finding a room, getting a broadband for my laptop and loads more.. I'm staying in a cool and chic hotel- Changi Village Hotel which is located near the airport and its all by the company's expense. Sounds really cool but thats the only thing the company paid for us.. the rest like meals of the day, cab, bus etc are all on our own expense.. Later in the day, I willl have to look for rooms to rent around here with my batch mate and hopefully we can find a decent fully furnished place with affordable price.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rental for a room here in Singapore is insane!!! The standard market rate is like s$450-700 per tiny room.. that also depends on the area you are renting and whether it is furnished or not.. Its only my third day here and I trully miss home.. But the food here is not as bad as what you guys have told me. Up till now, the hawker food I've eaten doesn't dissapoint me and its pretty cheap if I dont bother to convert the amount back into RM.. Frankly, if you were to work here and stay here, the living standard here is slightly lower and easier to maintain compared to Malaysia.. especially with the petrol price hike and the political whirldwind in Malaysia somemore.. The locals here are very well-educated with whats happening in Malaysia.. Some even asked me on my view on what happened in the Parliament.. Its so funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was my first day when me and my other 3 batch mates have to travel from our hotel to Orchard Road for another BODY CHECKUP!! We hired a cab and I was forced to sit in front with the cab driver.. The cab driver was really friendly and we started chatting.. I asked him alot about tiny bitsy stuff like how to get a hp prepaid number and where to get good food and stuff.. He asked me why I need a number so desperately and I told him that I need to call back home to tell my parents that I've arrived here.. Immediately, he took out his hp and asked me to use his phone to call my mum and tell her i'm safe here.. I was so touched by his kind thought and really thank God for letting me meeting such a nice uncle.. The uncle said he understands how parents feel and he will also be worried if his daughter goes overseas. He even wanna introduce his son who happens to be an officer in the army to me.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in short, I MISS HOME AND ALL OF YOU!! Time is really restricted here and really apologize for not able to send a presonal email to all of you.. Give me some time to settle down here and I shall keep in touch with you all.. You may drop me an email at &lt;a href="mailto:winter_white85@yahoo.com"&gt;winter_white85@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.. Take care and hope to see you guys real soon!! ADIOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  I'm so not used to taking public tranport the whole day and wearing all formal but taking bus.. I miss my kelisa.. But, thank god the public transport system here is SUPERB!!!! Everything is connected to everything!!! That's the only thing I like about Singapore for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-9075989654209327976?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9075989654209327976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=9075989654209327976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/9075989654209327976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/9075989654209327976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/safe-n-sound.html' title='safe n sound'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-3156531383415057693</id><published>2008-07-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:47:12.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>tagged.. again!</title><content type='html'>Sunday.. my last Sunday in Malaysia before I leave.. It was full of sweetness and can I say Love? Many said their goodbyes to me knowing they will not be able to see me anymore after this day and that itself makes me tearful in the eye.. Hugs were even harder to give because the warmth I can feel makes me even more reluctant to go.. The Royal Rangers Expedition Boys and Girls are super sweet to me today (incredibly), except for some monkeys that are LACK OF ATTENTION trying to make me remember them even when I'm in Singapore and yes, their missions accomplished.. Nicholas Shim, Bryan Ong and the Monkiest of All JOSHUA LIM.. Despite all their sarcasm and butt-worthy-to-be smacked acts, they are still adorable and really make this day memorable..  THE SAD PART IS.. my favourite Cyber Cafe took out more than half of their computers for some stupid match and caused all of us have no chance to play CS.. CRAP.. its supposed to be my 'farewell CS' with the bunch.. how sad.. Y la? Y?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219966147264060930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SHELjes9HgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Fz46qx0zAHI/s320/P7060281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 2 musketeers.. Bryan, Nicholas and monkey Joshua..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, in the midst of my busy schedule, I am forced by Mr Bryan Ong to do yet another tag that is almost similar to the one I did before.. But this time, the questions are even more lame..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt; Erm.. Too bad.. HE doesn't know how to appreciate me.. *ego speaking* Of course I'll be hiding at a corner of the room and cry like there's no tomorrow and not forgetting dumping that stupid guy through phone.. coz I wouldn't wanna embarrass myself in the public.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;I wish that I can work for SIA but can stay in Klang.. Dont need to go through all the packing hassle and all the tearful hugs and goodbyes.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/strong&gt; For now, of course I would love to kick Joshua Lim's Butt..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What are the THINGS you can't live without? &lt;/strong&gt;Handphone, computer, water and my bag.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is a Must in a partner? &lt;/strong&gt;MY PARTNER MUST BE TALL, AVERAGE LOOKING, AMBITUOUS AND HARDWORKING, RESPECTFUL TOWARDS HIS PARENTS, GOD-FREARING, KIND, SWEET, SENSITIVE, DOES NOT COMPLAIN WHEN I GO AIMLESS SHOPPING, FRIENDLY AND IF HE'S ROMANTIC, THAT'S DEFINITELY A BONUS!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone? &lt;/strong&gt;In my selfish human context, Being loved by someone is definitely something more blessed!!! I'm very very blessed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/strong&gt; Erm.. I don't intend to wait for anyone.. Its either u come and u go.. Its a realistic world darling.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do? &lt;/strong&gt;Erm, look for my sisters or friends to whine to.. then roll some tears down then start my next day all fresh and happy.. Hello, its not the end of the world.. I'm sure there are better men out there.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/strong&gt; A simple call from someone just to tell me how much he misses me, makes me super happy.. Oh, someone got me a stalk of nicely-packed rose last week (out of kindness and no intentions), makes me super happy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest? &lt;/strong&gt;takes me down the fastest? what u mean? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/strong&gt;I can't predict future.. but hopefully and prayerfully, I will be at least married to someone (of the above stated criterias) by then.. and of course, successful in my career or business.. I'm not a full-time housewife material..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;/strong&gt;My family, frens and someone... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is? &lt;/strong&gt;He is a gentle giant with sarcastic yet funny remarks but kind at heart.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor? &lt;/strong&gt;can't it be Married and rich at the same time.. Paling benci this type of question 1.. We as humans must be optimistic!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up? &lt;/strong&gt;Curse my alarm clock for making so much noise.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; If that person is someone that I know loves me so much that is willing to sacrifice some of his time just to be with me and cares for me more than I care for myself, y not? You have to give and take in a relationship.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick? &lt;/strong&gt;You have to give me names in order for me to answer.. Lets say if its Orlando Bloom or Johny Depp, I will rather choose Orlando Bloom coz he's younger and hotter.. and less complicated.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What type of people do you hate? &lt;/strong&gt;I dont hate people.. I just dislike people that are not puntual for the appointments they make with me.. People that say something and does another thing.. and bla bla bla.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, I would like to show you guys something that might cause you nightmares.. If you are a fan of spooky movies or those scarry shows, you may schroll down.. But if you are those weak at heart, pls stop schrolling.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219966139433582242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SHELjBiBfqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3DVokJDFQNE/s320/P7060278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oops.. you schrolled too fast.. I apologize for bringing pain into your life after showing this pic.. hahaha.. (Joshua, I told you i will get back to you.. ) Have an awesome week ahead all of you!! Dont you dare forget me k!! Keep in touch.. Use any form of technology that is available to get in touch with me k.. I will be lonely in Singapore.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p/s: I never know packing my own stuff can be so mind-blowing and super tiring.. anyone wants to help? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-3156531383415057693?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3156531383415057693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=3156531383415057693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3156531383415057693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/3156531383415057693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-again.html' title='tagged.. again!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SHELjes9HgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Fz46qx0zAHI/s72-c/P7060281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7403535972400620810</id><published>2008-06-29T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:47:04.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious moments..'/><title type='text'>Farewells..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE: If you are not interested in my personal life and hates pictures, pls ignore this post as this is gonna be a super long post filled with boring-to-you but really cherish-ta-ble pics and awesome moments days before I leave Malaysia for good..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week was just jam-packed for me as Wednesday was my last day of work in Boustead and I have to finish my work before I finally say goodbye to my desk. However, thursday and friday nights were just awesome and I attended 2 so called 'farewell' dinners which really make me tired for the whole weekend.. I guess age is just catching up.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday night was a karaok night and it was organized by my friends who I got to know through my sales job. They are just a bunch of crazy people but down-to-earth and really nice awesome people.. We cracked our voices in the newly-opened Neway Karaok which was located in Centro Klang and I tell you.. The food (Buffet Dinner) was much more better than some of the buffets you can find in KL city.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I have warned you earlier, you may skip reading this post if you are not the picture type of people and just dont bother to know who i knew in this earth.. Do not complain that this post is too long and boring.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here Goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1CFCGwQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rzAv91_F3-0/s1600-h/P6260255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217267371903205634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1CFCGwQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rzAv91_F3-0/s320/P6260255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We booked a room which can accomodate more than 10 people and the songs are projected to the screen which really wow-ed me.. I've never been to a projected karaok room.. the best was just a flat-screen TV which have WOW-ed me already.. However, the selections of songs in English still need alot of improvement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1CZgYBQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_VkgshPu-60/s1600-h/P6260256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217267377398875394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1CZgYBQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_VkgshPu-60/s320/P6260256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Kenny were the first to arrive and he was my driver of the night.. We happen to stay at the same street.. So, not nice to drive in 2 cars and waste the energy of the world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1C0D52HI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MDwUhee1lGE/s1600-h/P6260257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217267384527214706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1C0D52HI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MDwUhee1lGE/s320/P6260257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black sofa.. cool and elegant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1DSNxudI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rd4TqSAFmEI/s1600-h/P6260283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217267392621689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1DSNxudI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rd4TqSAFmEI/s320/P6260283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The buffet.. They basically change the style of cooking almost every half-an hour... I've tried like 4 types of fish in different styles in just one night! First was normal sweet-n-sour fish which I am almost guilty of finishing the whole dish.. Its just too nice.. can u blame me for being selfish? Blame the cook for making it so nice! Then, they served Grilled Salmon.. which makes me drool too.. Then they have chinese-style-steamed fish.. oh perfect!! And after that, they serve some black sauce fish which I was too full to even try a piece.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1Doomx3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/hTq2CFK0qzo/s1600-h/P6260284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217267398639798130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1Doomx3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/hTq2CFK0qzo/s320/P6260284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The desert and appetizer counter located at the center of the small buffet hall.. They even have 'hundred year old egg', hams, salad..From the east to the west.. How thoughtful are these cooks.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyPOP4BuI/AAAAAAAAApc/wOD_DwRlhBs/s1600-h/P6260285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217264299180295906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyPOP4BuI/AAAAAAAAApc/wOD_DwRlhBs/s320/P6260285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sushi counter which Jessica will kill to have it.. But too bad she wasn't invited.. Basically you can choose anytype of 'dressing' you want for your sushi-s and you can only have 3 sushis at one time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyPtikYRI/AAAAAAAAApk/ClZdJrA4BPA/s1600-h/P6260273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217264307580199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyPtikYRI/AAAAAAAAApk/ClZdJrA4BPA/s320/P6260273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The couple.. Gary and his boo.. Sorry but I really can't remember her name.. It was my first time meeting her k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyQDZaP-I/AAAAAAAAAps/5EX8KFgturo/s1600-h/P6260282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217264313447366626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyQDZaP-I/AAAAAAAAAps/5EX8KFgturo/s320/P6260282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apologize for my bad photograpy skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyQbxso5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/4B8szddwiKc/s1600-h/P6260297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217264319991686034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyQbxso5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/4B8szddwiKc/s320/P6260297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric trying to attract the attention of everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyQnC4y-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/pVcudeW9aWU/s1600-h/P6260300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217264323016575970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdyQnC4y-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/pVcudeW9aWU/s320/P6260300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darry and his cousin.. the cousin who doesn't sing at all throughout the whole session.. how odd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvNA-IygI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Y7j_HYKVp9g/s1600-h/P6260276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217260962721614338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvNA-IygI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Y7j_HYKVp9g/s320/P6260276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherlyn.. Someone that I can count on in times of troubles.. She's like our 'tai kah che' for the group..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvOg99uNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TkneXxikGI8/s1600-h/P6260280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217260988490692818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvOg99uNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TkneXxikGI8/s320/P6260280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken when Shin Wae and me were singing our hearts out.. Thats why my mouth is widely opened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvPYo72xI/AAAAAAAAApE/nU9Nchepq30/s1600-h/P6260288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217261003434875666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvPYo72xI/AAAAAAAAApE/nU9Nchepq30/s320/P6260288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The controls were pretty confusing.. As you can see.. Ivy is having a tough time trying to get the songs she wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvP4FurRI/AAAAAAAAApM/6Ou_5g8S4uE/s1600-h/P6260289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217261011877145874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvP4FurRI/AAAAAAAAApM/6Ou_5g8S4uE/s320/P6260289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny.. Singing almost every songs we chose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvQeSjNWI/AAAAAAAAApU/1ulNcBZ5uVk/s1600-h/P6260290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217261022131467618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdvQeSjNWI/AAAAAAAAApU/1ulNcBZ5uVk/s320/P6260290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric, who has a soar throat even before we start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnjC9uaQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/2ze5XeVvHNA/s1600-h/P6260278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252545120856322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnjC9uaQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/2ze5XeVvHNA/s320/P6260278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely now-ex-colleague Ryan the Teddy bear who was so nice to drop by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnjenz7VI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YHQFG7l8vyQ/s1600-h/P6260292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252552545135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnjenz7VI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YHQFG7l8vyQ/s320/P6260292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherlyn who was really tired after few songs and pls note that all of them came after work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnjvCu7CI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5_vk3ZO_fyg/s1600-h/P6260301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252556953021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnjvCu7CI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5_vk3ZO_fyg/s320/P6260301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shin Wae.. The Pretty one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnkiQ9aKI/AAAAAAAAAok/Kjwc2Bv0EFs/s1600-h/P6260305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252570702899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnkiQ9aKI/AAAAAAAAAok/Kjwc2Bv0EFs/s320/P6260305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivy, the pretty one.. thanks for coming dear.. and thanks for the surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnk7qMMyI/AAAAAAAAAos/ngYIn8JGQhg/s1600-h/P6260308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252577519612706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdnk7qMMyI/AAAAAAAAAos/ngYIn8JGQhg/s320/P6260308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Eric.. The nagging one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sums up my thursday 26-06-2008 night and I really miss the food (also the fellowship!!).. I miss all the fishes and all the dessert!! I live to eat k!!! And it was really nice of them to take their time out after work just to make this a memorable one for me.. Thanks guys!! And unfortunately, I didn't managed to take pictures with everyone in the room.. *Sob Sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on friday night, the YAF (young adults fellowship) organized a farewell dinner for Cheryl, Joy and me who are leaving to Singapore, Australia and Singapore. Cheryl who got a really good offer left Malaysia for Singapore on Sunday and really thank God that at least I have someone I know in singapore that I can count on for my spiritual walk.. However, things are even nicer for Joy who will be leaving to Australia to get married with her honey and live happily ever after.. As for me.. You know the story.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The farewell dinner was held in a buffet restaurant called 'Halia' located in Sime Darby convention Centre near Hartamas and their concept is pretty interesting.. They only have soup, bread, appetiser and dessert on the buffet table..As for the main dish wise, the waiters will come to your table holding 2 sticks of grilled chicken, lamb, beef or any other kind of edible meat and seafood at one time.. If you want the grilled chicken that one waiter is holding, you tell him, and he will leave you wit 2 pieces of meat on your plate without you walking and going through the hassle of grill-ing your own food.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk7tcLY5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ju39Gpu9AOI/s1600-h/P6270313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217249670304850834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk7tcLY5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ju39Gpu9AOI/s320/P6270313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The setting of the tables.. Simple and nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk8JUp2EI/AAAAAAAAAns/vfHIm-Y_klY/s1600-h/P6270312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217249677789485122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk8JUp2EI/AAAAAAAAAns/vfHIm-Y_klY/s320/P6270312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sauces they provide to go with the meat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk8Wxut7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WP8zVY7s01k/s1600-h/P6270323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217249681401100210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk8Wxut7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WP8zVY7s01k/s320/P6270323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The desserts.. Oh.. the chocolate cake.. I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk8yuzZZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gYKBQXSEaAc/s1600-h/P6270328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217249688905016722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk8yuzZZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gYKBQXSEaAc/s320/P6270328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 'Bra-thers'.. Wei Loong the cheeky one and Brian the blur one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk9N09qbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/UH_uriAFMbc/s1600-h/P6270329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217249696178612658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdk9N09qbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/UH_uriAFMbc/s320/P6270329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdiiT97ByI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SEtoPDVBlUo/s1600-h/P6270339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217247034947077922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdiiT97ByI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SEtoPDVBlUo/s320/P6270339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole group of us together with Pastor John and wife... All young and vibrant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdiisxpYmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0k3rwJ3-6v8/s1600-h/P6270342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217247041606476386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdiisxpYmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0k3rwJ3-6v8/s320/P6270342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Sheila.. She's so cute and adorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdiiyDv1HI/AAAAAAAAAnM/AEAjNdgoV_A/s1600-h/P6270344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217247043024573554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdiiyDv1HI/AAAAAAAAAnM/AEAjNdgoV_A/s320/P6270344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl, Me, Sheila and Grace.. We were trying to pose like Models and obviously we failed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdijHeI6tI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LBXufdIqY9o/s1600-h/P6270346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217247048772414162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdijHeI6tI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LBXufdIqY9o/s320/P6270346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tall skinny man is Eugene who was jealous that nobody wants to take picture with him.. And Anna smiling beautifully like a girl in a potrait.. David.. trying to steal the limelight at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdijumQowI/AAAAAAAAAnc/XkBKH9wSggA/s1600-h/P6270350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217247059275457282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdijumQowI/AAAAAAAAAnc/XkBKH9wSggA/s320/P6270350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Theres baiscally nothing much to do after we filled our hungry stomachs.. so we cam-whored and posing at almost every corner of the restaurant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgLphZz9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/rknhzm7vPs8/s1600-h/P6270353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244446572793810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgLphZz9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/rknhzm7vPs8/s320/P6270353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Ms Stylo.. Wuan Chin.. my partner in Crime NUMBER 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgMLfzzxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Kfh8VYpAVFw/s1600-h/P6270356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244455692914450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgMLfzzxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Kfh8VYpAVFw/s320/P6270356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TJ the joker and always the cheerful one!! Remember our agreement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgMY-zazI/AAAAAAAAAmk/vlypnTFrZ48/s1600-h/P6270357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244459312573234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgMY-zazI/AAAAAAAAAmk/vlypnTFrZ48/s320/P6270357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Tai Koh/Uncle- Jeffrey.. Never fails to help me whenever I need it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgMklrMyI/AAAAAAAAAms/M2ZhNlBH0M4/s1600-h/P6270358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244462428402466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgMklrMyI/AAAAAAAAAms/M2ZhNlBH0M4/s320/P6270358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cheeky and unpredictable Wei Loong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgM5tQvKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/STLXFkxFD3Q/s1600-h/P6270360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244468097367202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdgM5tQvKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/STLXFkxFD3Q/s320/P6270360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Partner in Crime NUMBER2/ Wilder Beast.. The bubbly Grace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddtT6CJKI/AAAAAAAAAls/uTS1X9hh7x4/s1600-h/P6270361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217241726351189154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddtT6CJKI/AAAAAAAAAls/uTS1X9hh7x4/s320/P6270361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hermann the man!! I'm so gonna miss you when I leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdduU_hh3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2MdHiHK7Cbs/s1600-h/P6270363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217241743822522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdduU_hh3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2MdHiHK7Cbs/s320/P6270363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl and I.. One last pic before we both go to singapore for different purpose.. We both agreed to meet in singapore after this.. 'See ya in singapore!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddvbXGE1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/K_HBRkudzto/s1600-h/P6270364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217241762711868242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddvbXGE1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/K_HBRkudzto/s320/P6270364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Criminals.. Wuan Chin, Stephanie, Grace and duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddxR_xmGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/viFCZLMS398/s1600-h/P6270365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217241794557876322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddxR_xmGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/viFCZLMS398/s320/P6270365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Malaysia posing style.. we have no professional training k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddyC56B_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/euwFkMaoRlU/s1600-h/P6270366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217241807686600690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGddyC56B_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/euwFkMaoRlU/s320/P6270366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr and Mrs David Ng... So sad for them that they have to be seperated for 2 months before David joins Cheryl in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbWikxPnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vcM0GpXGuqo/s1600-h/P6270367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217239136128286322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbWikxPnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vcM0GpXGuqo/s320/P6270367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian whom I sayang the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbXI5iqfI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JwjT5djRcj8/s1600-h/P6270378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217239146415958514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbXI5iqfI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JwjT5djRcj8/s320/P6270378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TJ with the ladies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbXeVE_gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/t264D-7RY_E/s1600-h/P6270384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217239152168599042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbXeVE_gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/t264D-7RY_E/s320/P6270384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbX6iDPnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QlZuD7aLqcM/s1600-h/P6270387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217239159739203186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbX6iDPnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QlZuD7aLqcM/s320/P6270387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hermann with the criminals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbYIUh_sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GBQ8roFU7qc/s1600-h/P6270389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217239163440594626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdbYIUh_sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GBQ8roFU7qc/s320/P6270389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr and Mrs Lee Hwai Tah.. Sherrene looking forever gorgeous in any pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYh0CEnoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0-JTeZRH8eE/s1600-h/P6270390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217236031258271362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYh0CEnoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0-JTeZRH8eE/s320/P6270390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No Comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYiSlSsAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5oDDulCpBeQ/s1600-h/P6270391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217236039459057666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYiSlSsAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5oDDulCpBeQ/s320/P6270391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ladies.. and some who were in the restroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYixbf5TI/AAAAAAAAAks/6WTcFeJCQdU/s1600-h/P6270393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217236047739479346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYixbf5TI/AAAAAAAAAks/6WTcFeJCQdU/s320/P6270393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The soon-to-be part-time-Singaporeans with the macho men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYjEBVCvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/xQS2_f8kpB4/s1600-h/P6270396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217236052729989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYjEBVCvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/xQS2_f8kpB4/s320/P6270396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYjfWsWYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GIxzcUcRefg/s1600-h/P6270399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217236060067355010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGdYjfWsWYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GIxzcUcRefg/s320/P6270399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie trying to immitate 'Forest Gump's poster but it turned out to be pretty spooky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed both the events and it was really sweet of my friends to organize this and take their precious time out just to be a part of this.. All these will be sweet memories that I can only remember in my heart and also written down in my blog.. It makes it even harder for me to leave but I know God has better plans for me in Singapore.. Thank you guys that are featured above for this awesome time and pls do keep in touch k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: It is 1st of July now.. I have 9 more days to go.. time really flies man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-7403535972400620810?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7403535972400620810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=7403535972400620810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7403535972400620810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/7403535972400620810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/farewells.html' title='Farewells..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGd1CFCGwQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rzAv91_F3-0/s72-c/P6260255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1879692302393962113</id><published>2008-06-25T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:28:16.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious moments..'/><title type='text'>2 weeks and counting down..</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm working in a position where many will be jealous of.. My job is to be at home, do some housework (ordered by my dearest mum), go online, eat, sleep, read and do whatever I want.. The position is called 'Sampah Masyarakat'.. Basically I'm suppose to work but I'm no longer working because I have resigned from my company and now I'm enjoying my holidays.. So to speak.. Many of you might think that this is really fun but in exactly 2 weeks time, I will be leaving this very comfort zone and start my life anew. I'm still trying my very best to minimise my list of things to bring to Singapore but it doesn't seem to work!!! I gave up and now blogging..&lt;br /&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of meet ups with most of my friends lately until my mum complained that I rarely at home and really appreciate all of you (and them) that are willing to make up some time to be with me before I leave Malaysia to torture myself. While many said that it is a good opportunity (which I can clearly see myself), I take this as a challenge for myself. I've told many of my friends that I'm a pampered spoilt brad that loves to be at home whenever possible.. and going there all by myself, taking care of my own meals, washings and stuff will really really kill me.. haha.. PLUS, many experienced cabin crews warned me that the training period is gonna be like hell for all of us because they will really break and crush you. Thats why, before I leave to Singapore, I have to sign my life away in a contract with SIA as they know that many will give up but can't because if anyone does, one must compensate alot alot alot of money to SIA.. in SIN DOLLAR somemore..Its gonna be crazy.. but I'm sure with the love and support from my family and friends and not forgeting the ever faithful God, I can go through the 4 freaking training months. After that, PAMELA can proudly says that she's officially a cabin crew for SIA!! Yeepee!! I can fly..&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my last day at work but my boss decided to have a simple farewell lunch for me on last thurs as he has to attend a conference in Barcelona this whole week.. I'm not talking about the BAR-celona at Sunway Pyramid, but he's really in Spain the country (how fortunate man..) and he does not take SIA.. he took some middle east air line.. Due to the large number of employees under Boustead Shipping, only 1/6 of the entire Boustead shipping population is invited for the simple luncheon.. It was more than enough for me and I trully treasure what my boss has done.. Thanks Jackie! The luncheon was held in Montes which is a walking distance from my office and the food is pretty good attached with an above average price tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoH0f7HtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/s7Gu3DvFvKE/s1600-h/P6190145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056908241903314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoH0f7HtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/s7Gu3DvFvKE/s320/P6190145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for the food to come... I was really HUNGRY!!! Notice that the females sitting at one side and the men another.. Its so like those match-making meetings you will see on tv.. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216068471837691714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMyo6QAD0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/mJGdVWWC6os/s320/P6190146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sitting opposite me, my boss-Jackie looking happy because his most headache employee is leaving.. HAPPY for him.. and beside him is Mr Nazri.. the HEAD of the accounts side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoIms44GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h7sZoPghGoc/s1600-h/P6190147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056921718055010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoIms44GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h7sZoPghGoc/s320/P6190147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The over-friendly restaurant supervisor which gives me goosebumps whenever he speaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoI4fRHRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/c4QduJMT6oY/s1600-h/P6190148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056926492761362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoI4fRHRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/c4QduJMT6oY/s320/P6190148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ladies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoJc6YqyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/AJHMp3FfC-I/s1600-h/P6190149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056936270179106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoJc6YqyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/AJHMp3FfC-I/s320/P6190149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The men.. talking about stars and heaven.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlOKW-J8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/rii3LdwiRww/s1600-h/P6190150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216053718654265282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlOKW-J8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/rii3LdwiRww/s320/P6190150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the forever sweet and nice married Salinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlOYSqgSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hmUKM7h_5R4/s1600-h/P6190151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216053722394296610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlOYSqgSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hmUKM7h_5R4/s320/P6190151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food is served to everyone except me.. crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlOu99aCI/AAAAAAAAAjM/34tYjvyAUu0/s1600-h/P6190152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216053728481470498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlOu99aCI/AAAAAAAAAjM/34tYjvyAUu0/s320/P6190152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlO3qA4jI/AAAAAAAAAjU/G5nJcbRZZF8/s1600-h/P6190154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216053730813731378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlO3qA4jI/AAAAAAAAAjU/G5nJcbRZZF8/s320/P6190154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the one on the left is the General Manager of Boustead shipping- Mr Bernard Khit and the teddy-bear look-alike on the right is the retired Mr Chiang who came all the way from KL to Klang to meet me!!! felt so honoured!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlPQM1VtI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9dNemZyakwg/s1600-h/P6190156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216053737402226386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMlPQM1VtI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9dNemZyakwg/s320/P6190156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After lunch, I cam-whored with some of my colleagues.. starting from my neighbour, Nora.. who supplied me with plenty of chocolates.. I will sure miss her.. chocolates..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMifwIioPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/66wUzbr2cAk/s1600-h/P6190158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050722317181170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMifwIioPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/66wUzbr2cAk/s320/P6190158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viviana who sits in front of me.. took this pic while waiting for her to finish her conversation with customer.. She's the customer service who helped me alot when I'm outside most of the times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMigtfKlkI/AAAAAAAAAik/1Y8usneBXac/s1600-h/P6190164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050738786637378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMigtfKlkI/AAAAAAAAAik/1Y8usneBXac/s320/P6190164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216077451693949954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGM6zm0khAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iARW1ZrsLHE/s320/P6190161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TEDDY bear.. RYAN.. the one i will miss the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMihCa-AkI/AAAAAAAAAis/MWjMX4WbsFM/s1600-h/P6190167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050744406180418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMihCa-AkI/AAAAAAAAAis/MWjMX4WbsFM/s320/P6190167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms Elaine.. she's like my mum in Boustead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMihbk-anI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KnKIhm-BHD8/s1600-h/P6190170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050751159036530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMihbk-anI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KnKIhm-BHD8/s320/P6190170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wani.. who calls me darling in the office.. married at the age of 22 if not mistaken.. and she's younger than me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfnMHcSPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/lmrK9G5mMgI/s1600-h/P6190172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216047551552964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfnMHcSPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/lmrK9G5mMgI/s320/P6190172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty Emma.. who plans to get married pretty soon too.. a cam-whore pro..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfnUkBPZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/btsSSAwUIv4/s1600-h/P6190175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216047553820310930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfnUkBPZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/btsSSAwUIv4/s320/P6190175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms Khor who looks abit like my late grandma.. she's the kindest person in the whole company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfnqcC4DI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CUgU3BZuuuk/s1600-h/P6190179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216047559692443698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfnqcC4DI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CUgU3BZuuuk/s320/P6190179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother Ng.. who doesn't like me to call him Uncle.. retiring this or next year i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfoOEd6iI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5Yy1psbICK0/s1600-h/P6190181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216047569257228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfoOEd6iI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5Yy1psbICK0/s320/P6190181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kak Aida.. paling sporting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfpY3Kt1I/AAAAAAAAAiM/xetdmSVlWak/s1600-h/P6190183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216047589334103890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMfpY3Kt1I/AAAAAAAAAiM/xetdmSVlWak/s320/P6190183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kak Fiza.. my 'financial' provider.. She releases my claim cheque all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcKyVt0eI/AAAAAAAAAhE/80Sns8n4p1c/s1600-h/P6190185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043765062291938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcKyVt0eI/AAAAAAAAAhE/80Sns8n4p1c/s320/P6190185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kak Aiton... she went emotional when I wanted to take pic with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcLGwjMQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HN7g_iZrKcc/s1600-h/P6190187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043770543550722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcLGwjMQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HN7g_iZrKcc/s320/P6190187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms Jaya.. we were roomates during last year's company trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcLsJUTKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rQVbZ-KqE90/s1600-h/P6190188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043780579544226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcLsJUTKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rQVbZ-KqE90/s320/P6190188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tosri.. the one i can talk to for hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcLxBShWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KWoIJFyINBA/s1600-h/P6190191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043781888050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcLxBShWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KWoIJFyINBA/s320/P6190191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the view of my office from my place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcMRDYQ2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JWERqDemafs/s1600-h/P6190192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043790486750050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMcMRDYQ2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JWERqDemafs/s320/P6190192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kak Aida n Nora posing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to complain how boring life is in Boustead coz I never appreciate what I have and I trully dislike sales job.. Yesterday as I was clearing up my table I realised how much I've grown and learned throughout my 1 and a half years attachment with Boustead.. the nice bunch of people I met and the knowledge I got that money cannot buy. Although I will be going to a totally different line, they are still very nice to me and kept asking me to come back and visit them.. they are simple, nice and down-to-earth.. Now I'm missing them d.. crap!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&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;p/s: another Farewell party tonight...this time with my friends whom I got to know when I was doing my sales job.. can't wait to hear them sing.. I doubt I will sing alot.. because they are really hard-core singers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/23216106006555724-1879692302393962113?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1879692302393962113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1879692302393962113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1879692302393962113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1879692302393962113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-weeks-and-counting-down.html' title='2 weeks and counting down..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/SGMoH0f7HtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/s7Gu3DvFvKE/s72-c/P6190145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6706871958106986353</id><published>2008-06-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:04:23.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>exercise</title><content type='html'>Feeling rather fat and ugly lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat = Ate too much due to good mood, out to catch up with friends too much and it is a natural symptom of every girl to complain that she's fat even though she's not..But for my case, I have put on a little weight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly = Red allergy-like spots appeared on the cheeks on my face lately + the failed-squeezed pimple scar on my nose which is really irritating me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to challenge myself with my house's threadmill while watching Friends in the living hall with the motivation of running + walking on it for 1 hour.. But I FAILED.. miserably.. in less than 15 mins, i was lying on the sofa giving up and both eyes staring at the TV laughing at Joey's lame joke.. Looks like the only way for me to really RUN is when my friends pull me to Taman Rakyat to run and really sweat like mad.. I wont be able to give up half way like how I did at home.. I seriously need to get my body toned up before I go to singapore.. Don't wanna look like orang kampung among the other hot 'contestants' when I start my training there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my butt so big all the time? ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still haven't watch IRON MAN!!! Shawn, where is the DVD you owe me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6706871958106986353?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6706871958106986353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6706871958106986353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6706871958106986353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6706871958106986353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/exercise.html' title='exercise'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-524282547013047127</id><published>2008-06-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:21:08.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious moments..'/><title type='text'>Dry Throat.. head spinning</title><content type='html'>In the name of Fathers' Day, the Soo family went to AEON Bukit Tinggi for a hardcore Karaok session on Saturday.. How hardcore? From 3pm to 10pm!!! 7 hours non stop.. Even when the dinner buffet is served, we took turns to eat and sing so that we dont waste a single penny spent.. haha.. Never look down on the ability and stamina of the Soos.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was even a longer day.. Called up one of my friend when my body finally decided to wake up at around 10 something and we decided to catch Hulk as he was all excited about the release of that movie.. (Yes, its a HE but we are really good friends only.. Wasted for me.. haha..I'm saying this because he reads my blog too) Personal opinion, this version of Hulk is much better than the previous one.. (acted by the hot Eric Bana..) The story line is slightly better, the overall performance is above my expectations.. Not bad for a super hero kind of movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the movie, we went for a quick lunch and then I chased my friend away while I went and check-in to the room for Karaok.. My dad loves to sing by nature.. Although he's not the best singer in the world.. But he's above average if you wanna compare him with other peasants and with his macho voice, certain songs sound really really good.. *Imagining daddy singing Butterfly Kisses when i get married in the future..* *sob sob* So, Mummy decided to bring us all there to celebrate Fathers' Day and also this is part of the family time thing before I leave for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we will have arguments on who should sing first and next because our music interests varies from individual to individual.. Dad loves to sing Oldies.. From Bee Gees to Lionel Richie.. You name it.. All those singers that are 40 and above, he knows! For mum's side, she only orders Chinese oldies and occasionally duet with Daddy for some classic English oldies like 9,999,999 tears.. Jessica loves the fast tracks by those hot young macho singers who are 30 years and below.. From Troy (of High school musical fame) to Jason Mraz.. But too bad, Green Box do not have alot of selections for English new releases.. Even if they do, the MTV does not have the lyrics for us to sing along.. In Amanda's case, she loves all those new hot young chicks that can play musical instruments and sing like angels.. From Colbie Cailat to Michelle Pirrelis.. I'm the most general.. I sing to almost every songs that were on the screen.. Except for my obssesion towards Wang Lee Hom's songs.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was when Jessica ordered 'When you're gone' by Avril Lavigne.. I was shocked because it is super high in tune and she hardly listens to Avril's songs.. To my surprise, it was dedicated specially to me by her and Mandy because I'm going to leave them for the 1st time in their entire life. I was stunned but thrilled by their very sweet thought.. Throughout the song, although their pitch were a little out and they went out of tune in certain parts, they managed to put me in tears.. Although that song was meant for a guy who's leaving his Gf.. but they chose the right song to sing to me.. Sing along to this.. 1...2.. 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller.swf?lyricid=2147442983&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=13.3&amp;bgfont=0x8D3A00&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/Avril_3.jpg&amp;filter=0x463D3B&amp;filtert=7&amp;txt=0xFB0034&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11.6&amp;speed=3.1" quality="high" bgcolor="#006666" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/Avril-Lavigne-lyrics.html" title="Avril Lavigne Lyrics"&gt;Avril Lavigne Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an awesome day for us.. But the side effect is.. all of us had really dry throat although we drank loads of fluids.. and on sunday, we were dead tired.. All of us went for afternoon nap after church.. I think we had too much exposure of TV wave.. thats why.. and my head is still spinning.. crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 'Here in my home' sang by various local artists is really really hard to sing.. I thought it was easy.. Go try this song out if you have the chance.. Westlife and Lee Hom's songs are still the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-524282547013047127?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/524282547013047127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=524282547013047127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/524282547013047127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/524282547013047127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorethroat-head-spinning.html' title='Dry Throat.. head spinning'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-5381873896026117748</id><published>2008-06-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:27:04.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>tagged.. again!</title><content type='html'>Six People To Tag:&lt;br /&gt;I tag no one to create no enemies.. lol.. feel free to do this thing on your blog (if u have 1)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I'm Passionate About :&lt;br /&gt;Dancing!!&lt;br /&gt;Crafts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Travelling!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;Music!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fashion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I Say Too Often :&lt;br /&gt;"Babi la lu"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Shit!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Crap!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Walau.." or the longer version "Walau.. eh.."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm hungry.."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My Goodness.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Books I've read(Recently):&lt;br /&gt;-PS, I love you (everybody must read this!!)&lt;br /&gt;-The Sky is crazy (written by a local former MAS stewardess..)&lt;br /&gt;-'Fei Tong Fan Xiang' (written by a local former MAS stewardess as well.. In chinese version and more details)&lt;br /&gt;-The Wives of Bath (stupid book.. waste my money.. anyone wants this book? I can sell it at RM5..haha)&lt;br /&gt;-Silent Boy (currently reading.. Amanda enjoys reading it.. But i find it rather draggy..)&lt;br /&gt;-Are Magazines considered as book? I've read like 3 mags in this month itself.. All fashion.. (2 chinese 1 english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Songs I Can Listen To Again and Again :&lt;br /&gt;- Realise (Colbie Cailat)&lt;br /&gt;- Low (T-pain Ft Flo-rida)&lt;br /&gt;-Please dont stop the music (Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;-With You (Chris Brown)&lt;br /&gt;-Dreaming of You (the late Selena)&lt;br /&gt;-'Liang san puo yu zhu ying tai' (chinese song by Chao Ge and Zhuo Wen Xuan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I Learnt In The Past :&lt;br /&gt;-Be positive and optimistic in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;-Trust yourself at most times&lt;br /&gt;-Don't lend money to any friends!&lt;br /&gt;-Everybody is attractive at their own way..&lt;br /&gt;-It takes persistence to suceed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-5381873896026117748?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5381873896026117748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=5381873896026117748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5381873896026117748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/5381873896026117748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-again.html' title='tagged.. again!'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-6211723717825590844</id><published>2008-06-08T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:18:05.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Heart 2 heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mummy went emotional yesterday when we were chatting in the living hall while she was eating 'Bah Zhang' (sticky rice wraped in lotus leave with pork, mushroom and bla bla bla..).. We were talking about my future and what might lie ahead of me.. Suddenly she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;'Everybody told your dad and me that its a waste we never have a son because we only have 3 daughters but I want you and your sisters know that we never regret for having daughters and not going for a 4th child to try out for a boy.. Everybody says that its a good thing that my daughter gets into SIA and do not let us down k.. Make sure you do things that we will be proud of.. and never forget what you have learned here and never give up on what you believe because we believe in you..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This really come unexpectate and mum was all tears thinking of the fact that I will be leaving her in 1 month time after she has invested in me so much time, effort and most of all, MONEY!! Mummy, although you wont be reading this, but I assure you again here (in black and white) like how I promised you yesterday that I will not forsake the family even though I will be away.. Its just Singapore what.. After my 4 months training, I still can come back (by bus.. cheaper ma..) and turn the house upside down.. Lol.. It is tough for me to leave home after being pampered for more than 22 years and I can't imagine my life without your yummy home-cooked food and Daddy's 'lecture'.. But I belive I can make it and will not let you or daddy down.. I LOVE YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p/s: In the midst of clearing my things (no, i didn't bother to pack up yet.. but cleaning up my stuff.. coz I got so much things that I can't bring and not used..), I found some shoes (or some prefer to call it heels) that I will never wear or bring to Singapore.. My sisters can't fit into my shoes and I'm size 6.. I will post up the pictures soon and i will be selling it in less than half of the original price.. coz most of them are pretty new.. haha.. I have to sell la coz petrol price up.. everything up except Salary and I got 'tabung Pamela ke Singapore-S$3500' to fill up.. help la.. if u can.. At least this is a legal business.. Ok.. its not technically legal because I do not have a license but who cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-6211723717825590844?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6211723717825590844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=6211723717825590844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6211723717825590844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/6211723717825590844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-2-heart.html' title='Heart 2 heart..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-1296583376207566473</id><published>2008-06-04T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:22:29.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the way to the air..'/><title type='text'>I'm Flying without wings...</title><content type='html'>'Hello...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hi Pamela, this is Lilian here from SIA..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh hi.. Ms Lilian.. Good morning..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Waiting for my call huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ya man, impatiently and desperately..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hahaha.. You are really funny.. Anyway, just wanna let you know that your working permit has been approved.. But you need to give your current company one month notice right?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Huh? So fast approved d? Oh my goodness.. I didn't expect this.. Ya.. I need to give my boss 1 month notice before i can leave for good.. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'IC.. So you can't make it on the 2nd of July flight?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I dont think so, is there a later flight?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK then, I'll put you in the 10th of July flight, then the training will start on 14th.. Is that ok for you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sounds ok to me..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok.. let me put your details in.. and FYI, you have to sign the bonded contract with our KL office before you come here on the 10th and you must bring along a guarantor.. He or she must be 21 years old and above and working.. Cannot be your spouse if you are married..and remember, you will be bonded under SIA for 25 months.. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.. ok Ms Lilian.. so, 10th of july?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yup, you will fly from KLIA.. I will send you an email for more information and you can call me anytime if you need anything k..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok, Ms Lilian, thank you very much.. I'll see ya soon..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ok, bye..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes.. I will be singing my life away to SIA and will be flying off soon.. Its a mixed feeling and as much as I wanna go there ASAP, I also 'mm seh tak' alot of people and things here.. especially my family.. So all of u there, pls meet me up before i leave for Singapore K.. although its very near to Malaysia but I doubt I will have alot of opportunity to meet you guys in the future.. call me k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: So many things to do so many things to buy.. how la.. any sponsors? lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-1296583376207566473?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1296583376207566473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=1296583376207566473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1296583376207566473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/1296583376207566473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-flying-without-wings.html' title='I&apos;m Flying without wings...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2238363504144679373</id><published>2008-05-29T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:33:04.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for the soul'/><title type='text'>poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your smiling face&lt;br /&gt;it takes me away to a special place.&lt;br /&gt;Every word I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;it makes me have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;my frustration suddenly go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever seen this poem before? I find it really simple yet sweet.. My friend claims that he wrote this by his own.. Is it true? haha.. Can't believe he's such a romantic if this is really original.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I'm so hungry right now.. and so addicted to Bejeweled 2.. dam addictive wei.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2238363504144679373?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2238363504144679373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2238363504144679373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2238363504144679373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2238363504144679373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem.html' title='poem...'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-2744971579176885325</id><published>2008-05-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:11:35.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring personal stuff'/><title type='text'>Sleepy..</title><content type='html'>Its pretty early in the morning right now.. Half of the office is still empty.. I have no idea why on earth am I in the office so early.. The temperature and the environment makes me wanna sleep even more.. Tried my best to sleep at 12am last night but failed.. Laughing gas attacked the system of the Soo's sisters.. Everything we did or said seems to be really funny to all 3 of us yesterday night. We laughed none stop and lame jokes were exchanged.. I love it when 3 of us were together and all the sarcasm are out.. I love it when we make time for each other.. I love them and I seriously gonna miss them if I really go to Singapore.. I've never slept in a room alone before.. Unless I'm travelling or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book I just bought caught my attention.. The witty writter impressed me with all her experiences on air.. I loved reading it and find it hard to let it go from my hands and eyes.. When the clock strikes 1am, I told myself to stop and go to sleep but curiousity seems to over-powered my will-power.. I continued reading and gave up at 1.30am.. I still have 1/3 of the book I haven't finished.. Must finished it by today as I still have so many books lining-up waiting for me to 'open ceremony'.. I can't help it when I see books.. dam.. this is bad money management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I think I slept around 2am.. Woke up at 7.15am.. I slept for 5 hours only.. crap.. Today I will be a walking zombie.. Ms Headache is going visit me again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23216106006555724-2744971579176885325?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2744971579176885325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=2744971579176885325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2744971579176885325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/2744971579176885325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-8157385268091803571</id><published>2008-05-24T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:23:52.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the way to the air..'/><title type='text'>almost there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the beginning, the only thought in my brain for doing this was to try my luck and see how far I could go.. The self-doubt and the lack of confidence in me keeps playing mind trick with me.. But the crave of going out to the world and see how beautiful (and ugly) the world is was driving me crazy.. The chat with my sisters leads me from checking out the website to driving up with my best friend all the way to Ampang for the walk-in-interview. Sau Kin waited patiently outside as I went through stage by stage and witness myself other hopefuls being rejected or sent back.. Each stage I prayed with all my heart that God will help me go through and the interviewers will not be too harsh to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1st stage- 10 of us went in and faced 2 interviewers who were pretty stingy with their smiles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We were asked to briefly introduce ourselves.. Sounds easy.. But clearly all 10 of us girls were nervous to the max.. I was the 4th to do it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I stood up, gave the nicest smile I can give, greeted the 2 ladies and my fellow 'competitors', started with, 'My name is Pamela Soo and I am supposedly 23 this year....&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We walked out.. I briefly chatted with the hot Malay chick beside me who has the experience in this field and I am totally blown away with all her stories.. One of the lady came out, weakly smiled at us and called out 3 names before calling my name.. I thought I've failed but she said, '4 of you make it to the next round and the rest can go back. Thank you for coming.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Malay chick congratulated me and I gave her the warmest hug I could give before she leaves by saying, 'Told you that you can pass, they can't accept me maybe because I'm a malay and I'm quite old..' BTW, she's 28 this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2nd stage- 4 of us joined another group of girls and were asked to wear the company's uniform and cat-walked.. One by one, we walked from one end to the other before facing the lady who was holding a file while scrambling on the paper. Nervous, I walked as graciously as possible as the skirt was pretty tight making it harder to walk accompanied with the universal accessory- SMILE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The lady knodded as I walk towards her..Asked some basic questions and told me to change back to my clothes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We waited like 10 minutes outside the room and she called most of our names except for 2.. One of them have a tatoo at the back of her neck and the other has some scars on her arms.. They were sent back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3rd stage- I walked in to the room as ordered and was greeted by a middle-aged big-sized man who is also quite stingy with his smile.. He asked me to sit on the chair which was placed in the middle of the room and was asked to introduce myself. He asked me many question but not as tricky as I expected.. Phew.. The butterflies in my stomach start dissapearing as he laughed at something I said intentionally to clear off the awkward atmosphere.. After 'chatting', he passed me a card and asked me to read the passage on the card aloud.. Then, I was asked to wait outside.. AGAIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wait and waited while starting conversation with another girl who happens to be waiting for the result as well.. We were called again alongwith others and now, we proceeded to a hall and were told that we have to go for the final round.. We all smiled with relieve and started congratulating one another for going this far already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4th Stage- After seeing some of the people being sent back home after the 4th stage, I doubt I will go through as most of them looked like they should be qualified for this job.. If they are rejected, then I will have no chance at all.. I went into the room after taking a deep breath and saw 2 middle-aged women sitting at the end of the room signalling me to sit down on the chair that was opposite them. They were friendly but the questions were pretty tricky.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My name was called.. My new friends wished me luck as I stood up and walked towards the woman who called my name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Pamela, CONGRATULATIONS.. You have passed the 4th round and I'm pleased to tell you that we would like to hire you into our company. So now, please go to the side there and fill up these forms so that we can make the arrangements for you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I looked back and gave a peace sign to my friends and they cheered.. I was so happy and all speechless.. Mummy called and I told her I got through!!!!! Mummy very happy and ordered me to come back for dinner so that we can celebrate.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looking back, that happened more than 1 month ago.. Nothing much has changed yet except for me going all the way to KL (near Masjid Jamek) to have my medical check-up and also to renew my passport for the application of the working permit.. Due to my late submission of my passport, I am still waiting for the final confirmation from the company before I can resign and start doing the neccessary.. My friend has gotten her working permit and she's told to go there on July 14th and training will start on the 21st. I hope, I wish, and I pray that I will be placed on the same 'sem' as her so that I will not feel lonely when I go there to start my life anew.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear friends who bother to read my blog, if all things go accordingly, I will be flying off to Singapore to start my working life with SIA.. Yes.. Its Singapore International Airlines I'm talking about.. Obviously I'm not going to be a pilot.. but, believe it or not.. I might be a trained Air Hostess in less than 6 months time.. Hahaha.. I know some of you feel that SIA is making a mistake for accepting me.. like having the cacat weighing machine which under-weighed my fats or measuring my height wrongly and so on.. But I GOT IT!! YES!! I GOT IT!! So, whatever you say now will not affect me!!! *blek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;p/s: It's been a tough decision for me to decide whether I should just give up or go for it.. I really thank god for my family members and all my friends- especially Sau kin who waited patiently for me when I was jumping stage to stage and the 1st to flood me with all the advices and stuff.. To those that have been there listening to my fears again and again, all your advices and encouragement, I trully appreciate it.. I think I'm ready to leave my comfort zone and start my life in the kiasu land.. Now, i'm just waiting for SIA to call me to go.. Oh god.. be with 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/23216106006555724-8157385268091803571?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8157385268091803571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=8157385268091803571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8157385268091803571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/8157385268091803571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-there.html' title='almost there..'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-4066996321829532678</id><published>2008-05-22T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:06:41.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Myanmar is HIT by Cyclone.. the govenrment just accepted help from other countries yesterday after the people suffered for more than few weeks already.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;China is hit by the worse earthquake ever and there are so many people still not found after 2 weeks.. even if they survived the earthquake, they might die of thirst of hunger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People die of hunger in Africa.. but people die of Obesity in America.. isn't it ironic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tun Dr Mahathir quits UMNO.. He's so against Pak Lah that he's willing to quit UMNO after so long... Wonder what will happen to our govenrment in the future with so much drama in the parliament and UMNO.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea lost to Man U for 1 penalty kick.. so unfair.. But football remains football.. Can't change the way they score..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David Cook is crowned the American Idol.. How can? David Archuletta was the better performer during the finale.. everybody agrees.. So what if he only sings ballads? That shows he knows how to choose songs that are most suitable for him.. He's so adorable and sweet.. he deserves to win.. not that Cook is not qualified.. He's quite good too.. but he did not performed up to the expectation on finale and his style is so Chris Daughtry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHATS WRONG WITH THE WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN NOW???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s: So many movies to watch so little time and money.. who's going for any movies?&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/23216106006555724-4066996321829532678?l=pampamsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4066996321829532678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23216106006555724&amp;postID=4066996321829532678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4066996321829532678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23216106006555724/posts/default/4066996321829532678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampamsoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Pam Soo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389371220895896080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1X6Scx9P_64/TGr0sjyQ8zI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_Q-feOGhg0/S220/IMG_2979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23216106006555724.post-7400741133729788869</id><published>2008-05-21T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:29:35.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short trips'/><title type='text'>Westport..</title><content type='html'>Its 3.38 am and while more than half of the men population is watching Chelsea vs Red Devils aka Man U, I'm 
