<?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-7743658191572283497</id><updated>2012-01-19T13:53:05.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk in our mary janes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1911661826757370594</id><published>2009-07-20T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:18:59.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #217 why having ulcers sucks</title><content type='html'>#217: I can't brush my teeth properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Seamonkey~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1911661826757370594?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1911661826757370594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1911661826757370594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1911661826757370594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1911661826757370594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason-217-why-having-ulcers-sucks.html' title='Reason #217 why having ulcers sucks'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1325411829238427435</id><published>2009-07-17T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:34:11.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard on the intercom on a stucked train...</title><content type='html'>"Sorry for the inconvenience caused &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(awkward pause)&lt;/span&gt; this train a lot of problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1325411829238427435?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1325411829238427435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1325411829238427435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1325411829238427435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1325411829238427435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/07/overheard-on-intercom-on-stucked-train.html' title='Overheard on the intercom on a stucked train...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3302509065467559798</id><published>2009-07-09T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:41:38.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plough On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SlXJRHIs63I/AAAAAAAAANk/p3WmPzLyR8g/s1600-h/08072009040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SlXJRHIs63I/AAAAAAAAANk/p3WmPzLyR8g/s400/08072009040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356408627637578610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note of encouragement found on the 136 steep steps I take daily to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3302509065467559798?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3302509065467559798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3302509065467559798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3302509065467559798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3302509065467559798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/07/plough-on.html' title='Plough On'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SlXJRHIs63I/AAAAAAAAANk/p3WmPzLyR8g/s72-c/08072009040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2501638590397239879</id><published>2009-07-03T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:46:49.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Muzzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Sk2M8XuIiBI/AAAAAAAAANc/LK2LhM8QhV4/s1600-h/03072009039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Sk2M8XuIiBI/AAAAAAAAANc/LK2LhM8QhV4/s320/03072009039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354090500800940050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted this at the train station I commute to for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Courtesy Lion also seems to be ready with a hug. I would think twice about hugging this one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2501638590397239879?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2501638590397239879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2501638590397239879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2501638590397239879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2501638590397239879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lion-muzzled.html' title='Lion Muzzled'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Sk2M8XuIiBI/AAAAAAAAANc/LK2LhM8QhV4/s72-c/03072009039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8489075754183546596</id><published>2009-06-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:12:20.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Jog</title><content type='html'>Today I went for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe to jog. Took up the regime 2 years ago but only stuck to it religiously for a year. Nowadays I jog to accompany Kennth Coles or to blow off steam. Today, it was for the latter reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with a festival for 4 years. 10 to be exact. 6 years as an audience member and then the last 4 years as a punter. I traveled with it to Sri Lanka to see how beautiful it was 2 weeks before the tsunami; to South Korea to have live octopus; to Australia to taste Barossa Valley wines but I never have to travel beyond Singapore to see what the festival represents and the joy it brings to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we parted ways, it was still the best career high for me for 4 years running. The people who slogged behind-the-scenes with me to stage it were some of the most fiercely loyal friends I will ever meet. Today, I heard it being dissed and I didn’t have enough balls to stand up to defend my ex-love. So I can only jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8489075754183546596?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8489075754183546596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8489075754183546596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8489075754183546596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8489075754183546596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-jog.html' title='Just a Jog'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4488705036540954862</id><published>2009-05-26T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:33:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>This is my new toy - a gift from my aunt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340138681510697954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Shv71mrEm-I/AAAAAAAAANE/H-ltxj5hnd8/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I like it because it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) looks like a spaceship from a cartoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) oddly goes well with the colour scheme at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) turns this chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139255770307634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Shv8XB9O3DI/AAAAAAAAANM/EC00USJ2zXc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;into this chicken.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340140432611721810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Shv9biCFwlI/AAAAAAAAANU/4Tim_FeMOcA/s320/roast-chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a Nigella Lawson moment coming on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~&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/7743658191572283497-4488705036540954862?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4488705036540954862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4488705036540954862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4488705036540954862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4488705036540954862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Shv71mrEm-I/AAAAAAAAANE/H-ltxj5hnd8/s72-c/DSC02163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5218242692712559154</id><published>2009-03-28T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:48:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army has done it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Sc44g23Ap9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/hO1_0eSbo7o/s1600-h/DSC02152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Sc44g23Ap9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/hO1_0eSbo7o/s400/DSC02152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318250347104348114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$48. Beat that Lorgans&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/7743658191572283497-5218242692712559154?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5218242692712559154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5218242692712559154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5218242692712559154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5218242692712559154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/03/salvation-army-has-done-it-again.html' title='Salvation Army has done it again'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/Sc44g23Ap9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/hO1_0eSbo7o/s72-c/DSC02152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8892025312162187174</id><published>2009-02-18T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:28:31.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that come back and bite you in the ass</title><content type='html'>Guy I just met 24 mins ago at a business meeting: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I ask you a personal question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeamonkeY: *confused* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah…sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy I just met 25 mins ago: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you get married late last year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeamonkeY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erm, yes. Were you at my wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy who now looked vaguely familiar: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not at the wedding. But I’m the guy who was wearing the sweet round my neck which you had to bit off on your hens night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamonkey: *enlightened* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh. My. Gawd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8892025312162187174?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8892025312162187174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8892025312162187174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8892025312162187174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8892025312162187174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-come-back-and-bite-you-in.html' title='Things that come back and bite you in the ass'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8419286279638845492</id><published>2009-02-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:39:26.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Discovery of the Week</title><content type='html'>We made a choice of getting a white table top for the kitchen and now each stain, scratch and discolouration is driving us nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help came in the way of a “magic sponge” from Daiso, recommended by a friend who swore by it. Just add water and viola, no more stains like the Dynamo commercial. And since we were in the vicinity of a Daiso yesterday, we decided to try it out since it’s only $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to dig out the right sponge and now I’m swearing by it too. No more stains on the table top now. And its special ingredient that makes it “magical”? Melamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what’s the secret ingredient in Dynamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8419286279638845492?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8419286279638845492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8419286279638845492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8419286279638845492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8419286279638845492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/02/auntie-discovery-of-week.html' title='Auntie Discovery of the Week'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1937865444906311787</id><published>2009-02-02T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:14:18.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession so how....</title><content type='html'>while in a shower i felt propelled to diary a recession post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the catalyst? a close primary school mate got pay cut of 10% and force leave 2days in a month. my dad's boss wants him to choose X number of workers and retrenched them with immediate effect. today i heard from my colleague even SPH staff were forced to go on 4-day work week and becos advertising pages have shrunk so much they are forced to shrink the editorial reviews as well. And blatantly they asked "do you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want the editors to cover on your new MP3.... a sunset industry" and right down to staring at my own sales figures and typing into excel to derive the difference from sales target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion - market's bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while showering just what the hell was I thinking of....a recession post? add on to the current doom and gloom stories...as if the paper headlines werent enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets look at cost saving measures, ridiculous yet logical ones...enuf to put that SMILE back on yours and my face! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells are frantically scouring through the house for cost saving measures sure to take you thro this recession. here they are........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) turn off the lights if you dont need them (understand that making love in teh dark is exciting)&lt;br /&gt;2) shower together for husband and wife (definitely save water, builds relationship)&lt;br /&gt;3) if your pantene has finished, add lots of water in it, shake it and continue using (cut botak if you can, that saves even more)&lt;br /&gt;4) if u need to work OT - my mum say work in the office, dont use our own electricity!&lt;br /&gt;5) introduce the 3use1flush. 3 urines/shit then flush once. ops if the person before you had a big business, too bad!&lt;br /&gt;6) water from the washing machine can be recycled and use to "flush" the toilet. but if you have a small family with little washing, add on method (5)&lt;br /&gt;7) get an NTUC Union card, you get linkpoints, rebates and can redeem home appliances.&lt;br /&gt;8) dont blow-dry your hair, sleep wet&lt;br /&gt;9) dont shrug off pamphlet distributors, sometimes they give out "one for one voucher"&lt;br /&gt;10) your 3in1 is cheaper than starbucks latte&lt;br /&gt;11) iron your 5-day work apparels all at one go&lt;br /&gt;12) if you own a gym membership, pop by the gym daily to shower before coming home&lt;br /&gt;13) wan a PSP. try mocca&lt;br /&gt;14) no need your old xbox, turn your old goods into money. cash is king&lt;br /&gt;15) read the news on channelnewsasia.com (in the office, not at home), saves you $ 30-35 a month from buying straits times.&lt;br /&gt;16) go deliberately without your wallet and beg for alms.&lt;br /&gt;17) charge your handphone, Ipod and shaver in the office. rechargeable batteries also can&lt;br /&gt;18) call your friend and deliberately put down the phone. Incoming call's free.&lt;br /&gt;19) send sms via online sms facilities&lt;br /&gt;20) sign up to receive all sorts of promotional sms. i got away with a $6 manicure@ Raffles Place&lt;br /&gt;21) dont spend too much time writing this blog, becos electricity bills are ticking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1937865444906311787?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1937865444906311787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1937865444906311787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1937865444906311787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1937865444906311787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-so-how.html' title='Recession so how....'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7907897809770562983</id><published>2009-01-28T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:36:59.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road Home</title><content type='html'>After being married for 2 months, Kenneth Coles reveals that the best thing about marriage is that he no longer needs to send me home after dates. Apparently the long road home after dropping me off is akin to what Marcus Fenix experienced as he fought off locusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENRj8YplXFc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7907897809770562983?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7907897809770562983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7907897809770562983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7907897809770562983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7907897809770562983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-road-home.html' title='The Long Road Home'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3092980001387031176</id><published>2009-01-20T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:44:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SXXU5IFcuWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7DMeN2SrGfI/s1600-h/54050702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293371014931855714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SXXU5IFcuWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7DMeN2SrGfI/s320/54050702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the picture posted by Interpol of Jerry Ee was kind of...hmm cheery, compared to the the rest of the crminally wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7743658191572283497-3092980001387031176?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3092980001387031176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3092980001387031176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3092980001387031176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3092980001387031176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SXXU5IFcuWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7DMeN2SrGfI/s72-c/54050702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7400000141510345400</id><published>2009-01-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:03:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I m deaf mute and dumb</title><content type='html'>Felt like an idiot as i typed the password just now.&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why Seamonkey need to choose a highly challenged password&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or has it been too long since i log in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach the Lunar New Year, let me be the first to say Gong Xi Gong Xi on this blog of ours! Mary Janes HUAT ah...... Princess I know you are rolling your eyes.... 6th Sense "Lunar New Year is Cheena one wat...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the feeling of pouring words on Mary Janes make me feel like old times. Times when I write blogs at work, check stocks at work, la kopi eat breakfast and clock in late, times when I work 4hours a day, and disappear for the other 4 hours. Goodbye to you my dear fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome" to WOW - Working on weekends =p , to turning up sharp at 0830am, leaving office after 0830pm, push my brain cells to full capacity for full 12 hours, becoming deaf mute and dumb on the 13th hour, doing market visits while pa-toing, having dinner@9pm, sleeping by 1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Life of 6th Sense, now deaf mute and half dumb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7400000141510345400?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7400000141510345400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7400000141510345400&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7400000141510345400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7400000141510345400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-m-deaf-mute-and-dumb.html' title='I m deaf mute and dumb'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4284069019761815707</id><published>2009-01-12T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:41:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SWrxXOVYJuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dEFcNSNbMzM/s1600-h/darkknuts_image1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290306093587113698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 202px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SWrxXOVYJuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dEFcNSNbMzM/s320/darkknuts_image1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m really excited about Chestnuts this year as it's the first time with such a big group and on Valentine’s too (I hope they dun thrown eggs at me afterwards for running this special occasion. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Chestnuts is an annual tradition for me, started when Colin, LN, Mister Yeo, Kennyboy were roped in for production during our “theatre-days” so catching it year after year has always been about reminiscing times when the pay doesn’t matter but good company and humour were musts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turned into another fine form of tradition kicked off only three years ago for Kenneth Cole and I when Colin bailed out on me for an installment. KC was asked to be a replacement for him. He actually thought it was a ploy to ask him out for another date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m going with catch it again with 10 of my friends - 2009 seems to be off to a rousing start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4284069019761815707?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4284069019761815707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4284069019761815707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4284069019761815707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4284069019761815707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2009/01/goig-nuts.html' title='Going Nuts'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SWrxXOVYJuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dEFcNSNbMzM/s72-c/darkknuts_image1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6541230162950224128</id><published>2008-12-12T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:15:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SUHlHb0JE9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tW4_bf2KOWU/s1600-h/3100174484_6256d4be10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SUHlHb0JE9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tW4_bf2KOWU/s320/3100174484_6256d4be10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278752154143232978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Mark Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wedding is over but we are still relishing the moments. When you see stupid grins on our faces while spacing out, you know we are reliving the memories in our heads again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick note of thanks to the bridal party though gawd knows if they actually read this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Party on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Customary Sisters - yes, the last one to get hitched amongst all. Good thing they are still on hand to help out because I can't imagine if I have to haggle for my own bridal self that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customary Brothers - have to say I am suitably impressed by Kenneth Cole's old college buddies especially after they brought him to St James for the stag night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Hua as Emcees - we still prefer Eric's exaggerated versions in the car rides but guess it is a wedding after all (thanks for the tissue, Hua!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuxin, Candy, Leng - for holding the fort at the reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Party on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Lara &amp;amp; Sixth Sense - real door bitches at the door and lovely, lovely speech! For the record, I did not have to pay them for those wonderful gushes of me, me and I mean us muahahahah. And for making us declare our love pledges on stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin (Pauline) &amp;amp; Kits - electrifying on stage. You two should go on emcee-dates and crash other weddings. If Pauline was there, you would have made a great threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny - for entertaining the kids with balloons and bubbly. Only you can do it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma - for getting a lot of make-up involved and making me look bridally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mello &amp;amp; John - now I WANT an iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan - for covering bases forgotton :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark &amp;amp; Ribena - the super-wedding-coordinated couple who captured truly memorable wedding moments (Mark) and making it worry-free (Ribena) for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pio, Surath &amp;amp; Danny - for making it possible for Kenneth Cole to dance with me and granting us really inappropriate songs at a wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to all who were there who made it fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6541230162950224128?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6541230162950224128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6541230162950224128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6541230162950224128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6541230162950224128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/12/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SUHlHb0JE9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tW4_bf2KOWU/s72-c/3100174484_6256d4be10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8182753246343747897</id><published>2008-11-18T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:03:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Things</title><content type='html'>Stupid (but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very key&lt;/span&gt;) items Kenneth Cole and I "discussed" over the new house&lt;br /&gt;1. the position of the toilet roll holder &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;("Because its very hard to fold if the roll is found on the left of the throne when we are both right-handed")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the design of the toilet roll &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(he wanted those with spring-back middle that holds the roll and covers that prevent the paper from getting wet. It was too ugly for me and let's face it, it would take a shorter time for me to finish the roll than putting an actual one into the contraption.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. the position of the dining table lights &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;("But why must we have the lights right in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;centre&lt;/span&gt; of the table?" "Why not???")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the colour of the surface top that the chicken bowl is placed upon &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;("Black accentuates. White just makes the bowl look stupid.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the non-acceptance of my DIY furry red chair at the our new pad &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;("It doesn't go with anything." "Seen too much action.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sure. Laugh at me now. Your turn will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8182753246343747897?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8182753246343747897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8182753246343747897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8182753246343747897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8182753246343747897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-things.html' title='Stupid Things'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6893674962079240914</id><published>2008-11-17T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:56:56.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment Rash</title><content type='html'>My rashes are back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, my dear colleagues suspect its an allergic reaction to getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6893674962079240914?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6893674962079240914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6893674962079240914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6893674962079240914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6893674962079240914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/11/commitment-rash.html' title='Commitment Rash'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5866280091064138767</id><published>2008-11-06T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:27:34.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno Rash</title><content type='html'>To add on to the fear of shopping, we suspect that the new house is also giving me a mysterious rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rash came on two weeks ago which a doctor accounted as a "virus that manifested itself as a rash instead of the usual fever or flu". But upon monitoring the fluctuating outbreaks, we realised last night that its pretty much tied to my visits to the house which is undergoing renovations right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be a sign to stop me from intervening in Kenneth Cole's plan for decor-domination or nit-picking with contractors. I have a sneaking suspicions that he is secretly pleased I am now banned from the nest till renovations are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Guess I can't help out with the cleaning-up after the reno as well for the sake of my very sensitive skin. Muahhaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5866280091064138767?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5866280091064138767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5866280091064138767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5866280091064138767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5866280091064138767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/11/reno-rash.html' title='Reno Rash'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1464945578082987204</id><published>2008-10-13T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:05:08.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of Shopping</title><content type='html'>The first piece of item that we bought for the house was not a big-ticket item like a sofa but the wash basin for our bathroom. I called it the "Chicken Bowl" because its oriental motifs reminded me of those bowls with rooster designs I used to eat out from when I was a kid. The bowl was to offset the masculinity of the all-black bathroom. It was love at first sight when Gracie and I spotted it, much to the contrary how Kenneth Cole felt when he saw it. It took me 2 hours to convince him to that the $65 item will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; signature item in the bathroom after his first sight of it and give and take, another 4 weeks before the actual sighting, of me setting his expectations of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second piece of item we bought for the house was the mattress. Well, the mattress and the bed frame packaged in one anyway. For a very cautious person, Kenneth Cole closed the $4,000 deal in less than 2 hours. The mattress felt good, the frame was in a clean design we like, and the salesman was g-o-o-d. The trouble with impulse buying is the post-purchase dissonance that comes with it the day after. It starts gnawing at you and you feel compel to check up on the internet to see if it was really that good of a deal. As it turned out, it wasn't. In a nutshell, we paid premium prices for a housepouring drink which was repackaged in a martini glass served by a cute bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Cole will most definitely be spending the whole day today mulling over it. I just want to forget the incident with...more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1464945578082987204?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1464945578082987204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1464945578082987204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1464945578082987204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1464945578082987204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-of-shopping.html' title='The Fear of Shopping'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3366315039234792330</id><published>2008-09-29T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:35:29.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Hygiene on Board..Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There I was, minding my own business on the MRT, sitting in a corner seat when the commuter next to me started to Clip. His. Nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thoroughly disgusted, I text Kenneth Cole of my dilemma. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it rude to get up and leave for another seat? Then he will know that I am leaving because I am dissing his act of clipping nails on train. Should I be bringing my shaver on my next train ride so I can remove my leg hair on my way to work as well??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In an effort to make sure no nail clippings get caught up in my hair, I flipped like a shampoo model. Thank goodness the trauma was over in two-and-a-half stops and he stopped at his pinkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3366315039234792330?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3366315039234792330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3366315039234792330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3366315039234792330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3366315039234792330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/09/personal-hygiene-on-boardnot.html' title='Personal Hygiene on Board..Not!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5845576762482883086</id><published>2008-09-08T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:21:20.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodak Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SMS8ANboZcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ht7DVJhDQVI/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SMS8ANboZcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ht7DVJhDQVI/s320/Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243522577957676482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by George Wong www.aphotostory.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like this picture the same reason why Kenneth Cole didn't take to it - the fact that our faces were covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As effortless as it looks, it took all three of us fumbling about under the veil for a good half hour, waiting for the "right" breeze. Kenneth Cole and I had it easy. George had to balance between his left hand sticking up to hold the veil and his right, cramped under the weight of his camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5845576762482883086?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5845576762482883086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5845576762482883086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5845576762482883086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5845576762482883086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/09/kodak-moment.html' title='Kodak Moment'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SMS8ANboZcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ht7DVJhDQVI/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7446977006021010445</id><published>2008-09-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:00:20.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper (Non)Sense Continues...</title><content type='html'>Further to the Paper Sense posting I made in July, OCBC again sent me another 3-pager statement to reflect that the $0.04 credit I had in the card has been adjusted and both parties are now even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they put that $0.04 into really good use, like into the planting of a tree perhaps. I really do not see why they had to send me (again, I emphasize, a 3-pager statement)  statement again to reiterate what has already been arranged during my phone conversation with customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7446977006021010445?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7446977006021010445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7446977006021010445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7446977006021010445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7446977006021010445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/09/paper-nonsense-continues.html' title='Paper (Non)Sense Continues...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7003626506223546735</id><published>2008-08-27T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:52:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflation Busters</title><content type='html'>Inflation Busters 101. Inflation stands at 6.5percent,your $100 is now worth only $ 93.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plan that will help you save money, beat inflation and still enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movies at $ 6.50 no booking (Save $ 3 per movie for a couple date)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the GV card, for free. Movies on tuesdays are good at member price $ 6.50. Head to GV Tiong Bahru - near town, near your office and no need for booking. Sure got seats!&lt;br /&gt;Thats a $ 24 savings if you watch movies twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tuesdays are not your free days, go for Safra cards that give you $ 8 for a Weekend movie at any GV. All NS man are entitled to apply for membership card, which costs $ 101 for 3 years - work out to S$ 2.80 per month. Your breakeven point - watch at least 1 movie a month (2pax).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drive Smart - Be a fuel efficient driver&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drive, there are a hundred and one ways to be fuel-smart. You could save on usage just by following these:&lt;br /&gt;- Ensure sufficient tyre pressure&lt;br /&gt;- Remove unnecessary weight (bags, books, containers etc)&lt;br /&gt;- Be gentle on your accelerator and take highways whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;- Minimise waiting in car, natural air smells better ya.&lt;br /&gt;- Car Pool esp during lunch time. Save petrol, builds relationships!&lt;br /&gt;- More info on &lt;a href="http://www.fightglobalwarming.com/page.cfm?tagID=268"&gt;http://www.fightglobalwarming.com/page.cfm?tagID=268&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Credit Card Points&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont thrash the  bill after reading, check the points. Redeem movie tickets, shopping vouchers, grocery vouchers. NTUC Linkpoint card are your  best bet - points accumulated can be exchanged for vouchers and offset your purchases. That essentially knocks off a few percentage off your bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dining Out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan your outings with Credit Card Leaflets in your hand. Know which restaurant allows you to enjoy 10%-15% discounts off your meals. Generally DBS, HSBC &amp;amp; Citibank cards have good discounts at most restaurants. Check : &lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/restaurants/singapore/reviews/dbs/"&gt;http://www.streetdirectory.com/restaurants/singapore/reviews/dbs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shopping for Shoes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pay Charles and Keith $ 25 -35 for a pair of shoes. Mondo, Vincci are some of the other brands within my shoe rack. My mentality : cheaper shoes, but larger quantity to match 100 different clothes and 100 different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise on average these shoes breakdown once every 3/4 year. Either the strap break, the rubber soles come off, which will need Mr Cobbler to put it back at $4 (comes off again 6mths down the road) or the glue thins off and its time to buy a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of shoes from CK Tangs, nice but priced at $ 60 over, can last me for 2-3 years at least. Thats a $ 30 savings per pair, and they look nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to Tangs at the right time, you can buy $ 60 shoes at half the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plan your pub visit before 9pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most pubs have a Happy Hour serving before 8.30pm or 9pm. Do a straight after dinner drinks, to enjoy your one for one or a special price for your Magaritas or Kilkenny. Order your last drink at 9pm, leave the pub at 10pm and go for a 11 or 11.30pm show. After show, take the Night Rider back or find a GV near your home to minimise cab fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Botak Jones or Lawry's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aint chasing the babe and couplehood has settled into that "I dont need to impress mode" hey Botak Jones can serve pretty good steak at a much cheaper price. Its still steak, the ambience may not be as special, but if you are lucky you may be served by bubbly pretty babes/ hunky dudes. Dig into the fries, they are nicer than Mcdonald's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good planning, owning the right card, driving the right way - 3 simple rules make great inflation busters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything other buster methods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise pre-inflation days, people will call this post "cheapo". Now a new phrase is here to stay "inflation busters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7003626506223546735?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7003626506223546735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7003626506223546735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7003626506223546735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7003626506223546735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/08/inflation-busters.html' title='Inflation Busters'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-370587465397074695</id><published>2008-08-25T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:28:12.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought #37</title><content type='html'>I get the tester-toiletries set out for body lotion, hand cream, eye gel. But how do people test facial washes, shampoo, shower foam off the shelves? And these are often half-empty when I browse through the bottles. Is there a secret-tester-washroom I am not in the loop of? Do shoppers really test them out there? In the open? Like they are models in a shampoo commercial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-370587465397074695?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/370587465397074695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=370587465397074695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/370587465397074695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/370587465397074695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thought-37.html' title='Random Thought #37'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2517357208805515431</id><published>2008-08-13T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:00:28.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Sense's making structural changes to her life</title><content type='html'>I once hear someone say, change is good. Even the gurus echo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this sentence holds true, especially for me - one who gets bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) for the fact that their life has been too stagnant&lt;br /&gt;2) for throwing a dash of spices in their lives&lt;br /&gt;3) for the fact that the world is changing, and environment forces one to change "inwardly"&lt;br /&gt;4) for the fact that non-conformance to changes will result in undesirable consequences&lt;br /&gt;5) and for the fact that life is all about changes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our daily life mirrors each other every day, 365 days a year - we will all get bored, very bored. My dad has an interesting analogy. When my mum and my grandma (aka mom in law) quarrel, dad says "this is good, day in day out face the same person and do the same thing is boring, these people just need some quarrels to spice up their lives" - That I think is an interesting out-of-boredom changes to make. So quarrels are good. Haha :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See between couples, quarrels help you understand each other more :o) but of course too  much of anything is bad :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not propogating quarrels, my focus is on positive structural changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my structural change plans :&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Late no more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Never to be late for church and for Ray's Muay Thai class anymore. Respect to  God, and to the Committed Instructor.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perceptual Change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Never to think that beggars on streets may be cheaters - so what if they are, you do good, u feel good. How they use your money, thats between them and God.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Make the impossible thing happen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I dont think I can do business and make a success out of it. But I dont try I wont know. So I hope my "sideline" (Itouch events) can kick off and be a mini success at least.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Change my work-scope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 2 simple accounts, yes how far can I go? Its a matter of perception, if you think it sucks it sucks. So, I am going to initiate sales/mktg activities and turn two dead mouse into hmmmm.....a Disney Success? :o)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Make full use of avail resources&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes I have a gym membership, just like I have a regular Muay Thai class, I wan a regular gym routine that I stick with rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hairstyle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Time to change a new hairstyle. I'll do that in Japan. The best change starts from the head! :o)&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; Shed some Kilos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Said that a dozen times. Cant say I didnt lose. But I need to lose some MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that makes me feel inspired :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Aspire to Inspire*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~6th Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2517357208805515431?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2517357208805515431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2517357208805515431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2517357208805515431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2517357208805515431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/08/6th-senses-making-structural-changes-to.html' title='6th Sense&apos;s making structural changes to her life'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5526901520007842867</id><published>2008-08-09T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:36:09.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really too much to ask?</title><content type='html'>Not one for regular male-bashing, the only thing that truly annoys the hell out of me is something (that I noticed) men tend to do – over promise, under deliver and do not know how to manage expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, my designer at work. Alpha-male #1. He is holding me hostage. Why must I nag like a mother and cajole like a girlfriend in order to receive work that is 3 days late when the brief was given ages ago? I must be a real sucker because every time he said he will submit “tomorrow”, its usually sent 72 hours later. I dun really care if you have to go out – &lt;em&gt;do I look like I work around your social calendar?&lt;/em&gt; Feeling constipated just waiting for him. Just like a silly girl waiting by the phone for a guy to call when he says he will (but you know he won’t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case in point, our home decorator. Male too. Appointment at 4pm, called 2.5 hours earlier to say he can’t make it as his drafts are not done. Why doesn’t he have the balls to call a day earlier to reschedule? Was it to make us sleep better last night knowing that we will be seeing the drafts of our new place today? Now I’m left with a perfectly sunny Saturday without plans as we had revolved our ENTIRE schedule around him. That really made me boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical. Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5526901520007842867?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5526901520007842867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5526901520007842867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5526901520007842867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5526901520007842867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-really-too-much-to-ask.html' title='Is it really too much to ask?'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3673020430205370269</id><published>2008-08-08T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:18:51.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the barber's fault!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SJvHGY-aW7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dwm3ZGd_RGY/s1600-h/pewmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SJvHGY-aW7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dwm3ZGd_RGY/s400/pewmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231994304718330802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What happens when your boss and your husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;look like one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did God lack creativity when He made my husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe God is creative. It's the barber's fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7743658191572283497-3673020430205370269?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3673020430205370269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3673020430205370269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3673020430205370269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3673020430205370269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-barbers-fault.html' title='It&apos;s the barber&apos;s fault!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SJvHGY-aW7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dwm3ZGd_RGY/s72-c/pewmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4225797261600421297</id><published>2008-07-31T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:42:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sell Aiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Buyer was keen to purchase the HTC Touch Dual from me. Names have been changed to protect user privacy. His name starts with D and I think its a male name unless the parents got into the unusual fix of naming the daughter a boy's name, in hope for a male heir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dooh : Sorry for e late sms. ur htc touch dual still available?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dooh : How many months old and how much u setting? Sorry I exited from internet already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : 3 to 4mths old. Warranty is one year. Why dont you name a price, cos I forgot how much I list:-) think I set 400 or 500plus? I am open. Original price is 800plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : Condition? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : Very good used twice then keep liao. Hmmm not a savvy pda user. Warranty still valid for the next 8 or 9 months at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : My budget not more 300. any chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : M1 promo 368 if sign plan. original price is 848. I throwing in whole set with headset, pouch, and SD card, if can give 360 its a deal :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : Aiyo without contract is always very ex la. I hv line to recontract at only 268 but no intention to d so. lets' deal at 300la, we can meet tomorrow in town area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : I can meet you in tomw afternoon. We meet middle lah 330 k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Comments : Look Mr Dooh if you can recontract why arent u doing so, dont try to pull a fast one on me *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : Aiyo give me 300 la. quick deal and u can spend more time shopping liao la. My location Queenstown, you? Lets meet in e late morning or else evening also can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : Oh where is your office? I can go pick I can up. Aiyo 300dollars la, I poor man who just lost my phone thats why, Already upset all data lost liao. Help me la, sell it to me at 300la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : I work in Queenstown can meet tomw lunch. Hope you can give me 330 la..i waiting to take the money buy another second hand phone le. Otherwsie I am stuck with a button spoilt phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : My office is at alexandra technopark..if u driving, turn in from alexandra main road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : Near HP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Comments : I wrote that purposely to test if he belong to the family of "Rich-make-poor-people-poorer". Reminds me of my ex-lady boss, a rich wife of ex Speaker/MP who can be driven dead or alive by every dollar and cents *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : Yes near HP, u driving means u got money lei. I really need the money to buy anor phone. Er please be nice enuf to give me 330. Extra 30dollars also cant make a full tank :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : you driving to work or I can meet u at train station before u start work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : Meet at Queenstown train station. I dont drive, Meet Lunch time cos i start work at 11am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : I will use my company car to get there. How about meet before you start work? Ok for me, lunch can be on me at e coffeeshop next to the station la. Let's deal at 300, pls bring along the whole set with purchase receipt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Comments : For sure! This is a rich man trying to rip off a salaried employee whose money has shrinked by 6% due to inflation. Did you say u were driving a company car, omigod, you own a company! Sorry not selling, matter of principle *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6th Sense : Its ok. I am sure there are other interested buyer, thanks for the offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dooh : ok good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.04am - sms conversation ended at this time- :-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~6th Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4225797261600421297?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4225797261600421297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4225797261600421297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4225797261600421297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4225797261600421297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sell-aiya.html' title='No Sell Aiya'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3328872660703170683</id><published>2008-07-26T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:10:53.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Sense</title><content type='html'>OCBC keeps sending me monthly credit card statements even though I’ve discontinued the use of my card ages ago. I’ve gone paperless for most of my bills already – just didn’t have the right sense to call in to ask OCBC to stop because I’m hoping they would appeal to their common sense and stop the next month. But they never did. For 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green side of me finally made me pick up the phone at 11pm one night to ask them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six minutes on hold with messages informing me that the call centre is experiencing a high volume of calls (really, who in their right mind would be making calls to their banks at 11pm at night?), a real person, Mr. X, finally took the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained the situation and Mr. X said the reason why I am still getting statements was the I have a credit of four cents in my account. Incredulous, I told Mr. X that OCBC can keep that four cents, but to just stop sending me administrative documents. Not a problem, said Mr. X, we just need to “zerorised” your account but please let me put you on hold first. Another 2 minutes later, ok, its done, informed Mr. X, anything else I can help you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Mr. X’s chirpy service at ungodly hours, I’m let down by the fact that if I didn’t make the call, the statements will probably keep on coming. OCBC probably spent more than four cents by sending me all these paper work for the past 1.5 years. Can’t imagine how many others besides me have “slipped through the cracks”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3328872660703170683?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3328872660703170683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3328872660703170683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3328872660703170683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3328872660703170683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/07/paper-sense.html' title='Paper Sense'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5422266369870031399</id><published>2008-07-14T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:20:59.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Class to Bangkok</title><content type='html'>A weekend trip to Bangkok isn't exciting for Singaporeans anymore. I've had friends who are just doing day trips to the City of Angels now - arrive, brunch, shop, massage, seafood dinner and then catch the last flight out from Bangkok back to Singapore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just completed my most recent trip to the city. Ironically, what use to be the draw for me in Bangkok (the shopping) cant't be compared what I think is the least important of any trips i.e. flights and accommodation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth Cole decided to redeem his miles for business class for our flights. Actually, he booked it too late and there wasn't any coach seats left. And after getting on SQ's business class, now I'm craving for another flight out....and i hate to fly. What's the difference between coach and business? For starters, (1) service is really a lot friendlier. I can imagine why the tai tai slapped that stewardess. (2) Linen towels in the bathrooms. One-time use only and gets thrown into the trash. Not very environment-friendly. (3) Noise-cancellation headsets. No more plastics headphones that will ruin your hair. (4) Meals. I chose a low-lactose one for fun for my return trip. Figured the low-lactose meals also = low-salt = high fibre = bland. I consoled myself by thinking its to balance out the lamp chops I had for my flight to Bangkok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friggin' flights were too short. Damn. I'm a converted business-class fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of the boutique hotel I stayed at next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5422266369870031399?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5422266369870031399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5422266369870031399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5422266369870031399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5422266369870031399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/07/business-class-to-bangkok.html' title='Business Class to Bangkok'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7303876706503096294</id><published>2008-07-05T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:56:17.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What Are These Made Out Of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SG7icl-pYgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U6wJQKaySDs/s1600-h/71_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SG7icl-pYgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U6wJQKaySDs/s400/71_1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219357999028068866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Ribena~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7743658191572283497-7303876706503096294?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7303876706503096294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7303876706503096294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7303876706503096294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7303876706503096294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-what-are-these-made-out-of.html' title='Guess What Are These Made Out Of?'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SG7icl-pYgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U6wJQKaySDs/s72-c/71_1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-689882675409726636</id><published>2008-07-02T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:53:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGsJibSoGbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ey3E0aYZuo8/s1600-h/what-is-it-game-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275080284936626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGsJibSoGbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ey3E0aYZuo8/s400/what-is-it-game-50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Guess what is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~rene&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/7743658191572283497-689882675409726636?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/689882675409726636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=689882675409726636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/689882675409726636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/689882675409726636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-this.html' title='What is This?'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGsJibSoGbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ey3E0aYZuo8/s72-c/what-is-it-game-50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7495695844408556108</id><published>2008-06-29T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:19:52.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alley Cat View</title><content type='html'>Picture of the alley next to my office. Guess this is how the neighbourhood looks like to the prowling cats of the estate - they are the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; landlords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217199689579816290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGc3ecuu5WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YcNKYNBoj-c/s400/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~SeamonkeY~&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/7743658191572283497-7495695844408556108?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7495695844408556108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7495695844408556108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7495695844408556108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7495695844408556108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/06/alley-cat-view.html' title='Alley Cat View'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGc3ecuu5WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YcNKYNBoj-c/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-9018760318411575747</id><published>2008-06-29T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:07:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGc0I9_cv7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/z0jFU2xlQ68/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217196022016294834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGc0I9_cv7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/z0jFU2xlQ68/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGcz5Zk1XeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/I1q8IfV7nWM/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted these smiley faces at the wet market last weekend. Couldn't resist and snapped it when the stall owner wasn't looking. Can you guess what they are? Clue: They looked too happy to be eaten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7743658191572283497-9018760318411575747?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/9018760318411575747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=9018760318411575747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9018760318411575747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9018760318411575747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-faces.html' title='Happy Faces'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SGc0I9_cv7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/z0jFU2xlQ68/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8380579452736650486</id><published>2008-06-24T12:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:49:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wrap!</title><content type='html'>This is long overdue but I would like to say a big THANK YOU to all my friends who came down to the Rock the Sub and Blues at the House gigs. I feel so looooooved because I know some of you bought tickets just to support my first project at T. Hope you discover some good music along the way!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell-tale signs that you have been to a good gig:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 The queue to the female washrooms is never ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Bracing through crowds of sloashed-out folks during and after the event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Pervs standing at the back of the stage watching artists' butts for 3-hours instead of just buying a ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 Gatecrashers who scheme, scam and try to talk their way into free admission. I love throwing these people out. And while we are on this subject....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To the "media personnel" who was wearing all manners of media passes and who used the WOMAD name in vain...shame on you for name dropping and how dare you mess with the ten-year-old history WOMAD Singapore has built up. You picked the wrong gig to crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To the lady from "Ministry of Labour", I am pretty sure this name is no longer in use in the public sector and NOooooooo...write in through the proper channels if you want enter the gates to find out if "the under-aged" are performing on stage. Tip: Come in with some sort of identification, at least the "media personnel" above had 5 or 6 media passes to choose from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8380579452736650486?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8380579452736650486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8380579452736650486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8380579452736650486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8380579452736650486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrap-up.html' title='It&apos;s a Wrap!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4074039044894926129</id><published>2008-06-18T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:01:45.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-Nothing</title><content type='html'>Received well-wishes and prank calls from old friends and a flaming waterfall from new ones. Kennen Coles even sent flowers (though I think guilt paid a huge part since he can't spend the day with me). Overall, not a bad haul for turning thirty. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not even hungover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4074039044894926129?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4074039044894926129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4074039044894926129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4074039044894926129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4074039044894926129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/06/thirty-nothing.html' title='Thirty-Nothing'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4449303913808262270</id><published>2008-06-05T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:47:54.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Bridezilla Moment</title><content type='html'>Oh gawd. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photographer requested for a picture of my wedding gown so I asked the bridal boutique for it. Boutique sent over pictures of two gowns that "I have selected" and they were wrong wrong wrong. And the fact that one of them was absolutely hideous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*panic sets in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrote a tactful email to boutique that both were definitely not the gown I have selected and attached a really flowery description of how it looked like. Followed up with a call when email was not answered within 3 minutes. Girl who serviced me had left for the day so no one can help me. Now I'm left to kill 18 hours of wild thoughts that my perfect gown was bought / rented out / altered / smeared with red paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4449303913808262270?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4449303913808262270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4449303913808262270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4449303913808262270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4449303913808262270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-bridezilla-moment_05.html' title='My First Bridezilla Moment'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4103101979248534614</id><published>2008-05-27T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:55:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeline</title><content type='html'>Adeline is a really farney "auntie" I met during the course of my work. Her company supplies logistics like tentages, barricades, stages, anything to make an event work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to come up with an idea to cordon off the river promenade for the Blues at the House event &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shameless self-promotion again: if you have not bought your ticket, buy now! Blue Shaddy not to be missed.)&lt;/span&gt; and came up with using fabric to tie on to some lightweight barricades to keep pervs who may want to watch from afar but not buy tickets out. Anyway, being a bit concerned of how lightweight these barricades are, I check with Adeline if they will "fly" given that the stretched fabric will give the added force to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adeline said, "If the wind is anything like the Myanmar disaster, of course will fly lah. If its any other type of wind, then I need to ask teekong.com already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4103101979248534614?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4103101979248534614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4103101979248534614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4103101979248534614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4103101979248534614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/adeline.html' title='Adeline'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2270750333643767040</id><published>2008-05-17T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:26:27.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blading lesson</title><content type='html'>Decided to sign up for roller blading lessons with Cc, it's like finally... after countless times of falling down, ex-bfs trying to teach me to finally hurting my tail bone really bad to which the doc told me to stop blading for awhile and to better get blading lessons from the professionals. Paid about $98 (incl of GST) for 5 lessons (note: u join 3 others as well, so not personalised training).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late today for the lesson and had to walk briskly directly to the skate school at East Coast. Cc who has been running very frequently was walking about 15 steps in front of me and i was trying to catch up. It was a smack at my face when she said, "Oi you used to be so fit, what happened?" (Yes i used to be the one that could have been the 15 steps ahead of her type) What can i say, 8 mths of work life in X company changed my physical training habits. Either working really late or being so mentally drained that hitting the gym 3 to 4 times a wk and strict dietary habits very quickly soon became things of the past. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had Justin as our coach today. First thing i told Cc was that, oh man he looks so young, prob half our age.  I guess when he started teaching he was way off his age. I would say very experienced. I'm a total baby when it comes to roller blading. So i had to start from scratch while Cc was already blading away and doing cooler stuffs. Fine by me, because i'm a firm believer of building the right foundations first and asking the right questions, then everything else will just fall into place. Fell twice actually, haha. But being an ex-dancer, I know how to do it with grace (actually part of the lesson is also to know the right mtd of falling). Put on a straight-face and get up again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, i think i burnt a few cals and had a great time. :) Ooh... body's starting to ache actually... see i told u i need to get back in shape. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2270750333643767040?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2270750333643767040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2270750333643767040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2270750333643767040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2270750333643767040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-blading-lesson.html' title='My first blading lesson'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4912010957129038086</id><published>2008-05-11T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:49:43.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wanted to wish all mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had quite a special sunday service at church today, specially dedicated to all mothers. To Honor, to encourage and to appreciate them, being the selfless mother and wife to their family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indeed, being a mother is not easy. And there is definitely no 10-year series, white papers to read or training for this job. You will just have to take it when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thank God for my mother. Much as sometimes I am frustrated with her, but she never gave up loving me, taking care of me and guiding me through my years of life. She's my friend, my pillar of strength and a role model that I can mirror after. I guess much as she draws strength from me, I feed off her strength as well. Thanks to her, even tho there are quite a fair bit of 'storms' i went through recently, she's been there with me to tide me through. I will never forget the time she's spent nurturing me and keeping me company when i was hospitalised as a kid (yep went thru pain and the hospital was like my annual chalet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So would just like to declare it out loud that I love you mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a lighter side of things, it's all feeling darn strange. I actually had 4 people in church wishing me "Happy Mother's Day"! I'm like HUH? Do you see my kid running about? Or where's my husband? Or does it mean that my age is starting to reflect on my appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wah lao....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4912010957129038086?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4912010957129038086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4912010957129038086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4912010957129038086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4912010957129038086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1760869864415540738</id><published>2008-05-10T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:22:58.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Once More</title><content type='html'>Last night was a night of nostalgia as McGracie and I trudged down memory lane (i.e. places where we have not been in years), heard old music, and bumped into old friends and nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began at Tonkichi – the last meal I had there was in the late ‘90s? The fry was still as good but prices have gone up by 30% since I was last there! Still, free-flow of cabbage and rice remains. In fact, we spotted a lady who went diligently around tables with a giant puff-up ball of shredded cabbage. It’s a scam really; the vegetable is just there to make you feel slightly healthier about yourself. And then you indulge in more fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner conversation, McGracie was told that Sparks disco had been converted to a high-end Chinese restaurant. Disbelieving me, we set out to locate it on Level 7 at Ngee Ann City and never found the Sparks-in-Chinese-restaurant-clothing. It’s like it was never there. We welcome all those who have information on its whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by The Sub next, The Great Spy Experiment happened to be playing after the screening of Control, the film on Ian Curtis. We went in to catch the last few songs and to hear Saiful and gang masquerading as Joy Division by requesting everyone to go to myspace and facebook to look for them. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweltering in the black box’s heat, McGracie spotted L, her ex-boyfriend’s ex-fling which makes L, McGracie’s ex-nemesis. What probably made it worse was that L didn’t even break into a sweat even though she was in a leather jacket. “On my gawd, she is still into all these stuff? Even Al has moved on to become a mother.” said McGracie. Al is another ex-fling of her ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end the night, we met En, my old director and mutual LMF-fanzi after the performance. En went on and on about the last LMF gig we caught in JB and the shows we used to stage. And now I have to invite him to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m rambling I know, but last night got me thinking that I used to have more fun. Would paying a mortgage, deciding on a wall colour and sharing a bed with KC kill everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1760869864415540738?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1760869864415540738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1760869864415540738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1760869864415540738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1760869864415540738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-once-more.html' title='Yesterday Once More'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6187021046639230082</id><published>2008-05-09T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:21:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some shameless self-promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SCPtHqDf_OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KizxZ5qfyZ8/s1600-h/Festival+Club+Visual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198259110719519970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SCPtHqDf_OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KizxZ5qfyZ8/s320/Festival+Club+Visual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ROCK THE SUB / 12 indie bands / 6pm / 7 June 2008 / Tickets from $13.50* (comes with a drink for all you alcoholic fiends) from The Substation Box Office and Timbre outlets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;BLUES AT THE HOUSE / 7 blues bands from Australia, Singapore, Thailand and Indonesia + Stage set against the river / 14 June 2008 / Tickets from $22.50* (with a drink too) from The Arts House Box Office and Timbre outlets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Show your love for me, peeps. Buy a ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timbre.com.sg/"&gt;www.timbre.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6187021046639230082?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6187021046639230082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6187021046639230082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6187021046639230082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6187021046639230082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-for-some-shameless-self-promotion.html' title='Time for some shameless self-promotion'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SCPtHqDf_OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KizxZ5qfyZ8/s72-c/Festival+Club+Visual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2636224026272591918</id><published>2008-05-09T08:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:59:57.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM/SAE/AE wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Intelligent adrenalin-junkies out there who are looking for job in the digital world (actually fresh grads can apply), let me know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AM - Send an email with a brief bkgrd on yourself to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:chyna_pigg@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chyna_pigg@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SAE/AE - Apply here: &lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jobscentral.com.sg/viewSimpleProfile.php?eid=20205&amp;amp;jid=111312"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://jobscentral.com.sg/viewSimpleProfile.php?eid=20205&amp;amp;jid=111312&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. Yes I wish I was actually talking about my own company, but sadly not... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2636224026272591918?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2636224026272591918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2636224026272591918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2636224026272591918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2636224026272591918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/amsaeae-wanted.html' title='AM/SAE/AE wanted...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3002442562027550088</id><published>2008-05-07T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:18:28.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had drinks with some friends today... lo and behold, next table, was my ex-player bf from many yrs back (my velvet days). It was really strange to see him again, let alone seated at the next table to where i was. Heard that the whole nite he was trying to smile at my direction. Honestly, I can't be bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So who's this guy i hear u say... He's the one who looks like one of the HK singers (alex to) and drives (use to at least) a lotus convertible and a 5-series BMW. Tries all ways to upkeep his extravagant lifestyle and doesn't believe in downgrading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ask me, i'd say he's downright stupid. That said, ok fine, as long as he's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ps. It's the 3rd day, still no pings from J. I hope he's well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~ Lara ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3002442562027550088?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3002442562027550088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3002442562027550088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3002442562027550088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3002442562027550088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-encounters.html' title='Strange Encounters'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1670550561277022110</id><published>2008-05-04T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:57:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Campaign</title><content type='html'>For Farmboy, for Lara and for myself...this week is the start of "Getting-rid-of-your-baggage" Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better tomorrow because today really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1670550561277022110?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1670550561277022110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1670550561277022110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1670550561277022110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1670550561277022110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-campaign.html' title='A New Campaign'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5135643807268439918</id><published>2008-05-03T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:42:29.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday @ home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's funny how I actually consider Work to be my new best friend. Well at least you stop thinking about things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just thought it's funny that i received a random call from a marketing agency for "Beauty Slim", saying that in line with the company's 1st anniversary, i've got a free facial... honestly Big deal! But what really intrigued me was that they actually used a guy to call up which i presume predominantly a whole tel line of women. He's got such a deep, masculine voice with a nice American accent that it's hard to even be rude to him or to cut him off. It's quite a nice tactic actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, i'm feeling better. Thanks for your concern. Still missing him badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5135643807268439918?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5135643807268439918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5135643807268439918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5135643807268439918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5135643807268439918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-home.html' title='Saturday @ home'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6120220084818395640</id><published>2008-05-02T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:13:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Friday. To many, Fridays are like the best day of the week, and it would mean going out for drinks, hanging with friends to watch the latest movie, catching up over dinner, being with your loved one etc. You know, I use to look forward to Fridays, like a reward sorta thing, spending time with your loved one where every min was precious. And when if it's someone you love dearly, it doesn't have to be your 5-star restaurant, just hawker will suffice. What matters would only be the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now maybe that may never happen again. Even if it does, i don't know when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Ps. I did txt to 'open the door' but he didn't walk in.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Get a life and move on" I hear you say... "Enough of the wallowing already". Well this is my blog right? I've got the right to air my piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Truth is that in the state that i'm in, I am in no state of being the social butterfly... Absolutely no mood... not that my friends aren't impt, but it's just a certain loss that you have deep within that nothing can ever replace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've had my fair share of r/s and break-ups. To date, the hardest for me ever is to liberate someone whilst still loving him deeply (it's my 2nd time). I'm not exactly sure how the story will end, only time will tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stupidly, earlier on, I was watching the TCS 8, 9pm drama earlier on, they had to have a scene where the girl was going to leave the cty, the bf was hanging around her block downstairs waiting for her. In a nutshell, this girl revived the guy's once-dead heart and he was determined not to let her go, because they both know that they will never be happy if they ever let each other go. The guy proposed, girl cried and they both hugged each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*BIG SIGH* OK maybe such things only happen on tele/movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~ Lara at a loss ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6120220084818395640?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6120220084818395640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6120220084818395640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6120220084818395640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6120220084818395640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/05/painful-friday.html' title='Painful Friday...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7368577523543314355</id><published>2008-04-28T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:30:26.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever felt so alone? You can cry and scream, yet no one sees your tears or hear you? This weekend was pretty much one of my worst weekends ever. Even though I'm christian and i've got my God, but i'm only human, i still do feel that he's far away from me at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel there's no one who really understands me. No one really bothers reaching out... and all these while, i've been the one who's doing that. Trying to be the best that I can be. And each time various individuals keep 'pokin' at me, expecting me to take every shit. The final pin that broke the camel's back had to come from my own mother. Never did i know I would have the courage to walk away in a huff from her, but i did. Raced home, locked myself in my room and cried. Cried so hard that hours went by... cried to sleep, woke up, cried somemore again... I kept screaming out "God help me pls..." it was an agony that is pretty much indescribable with words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evening came, mum knocked my door and asked me what's wrong with me. I pushed her away and ask her to leave. I couldn't and didn't want her see me in this state. But I guess a mother's love prevails and persists. Even though you push her away she still loves you just the way you are, that was literally love in action yesterday. Told her what's wrong, i started screaming and then it was her turn, she cried and i cried. We talked things out and she finally prayed for me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through this whole ordeal and the emotional exchange that i had with mum i realised a couple of things, that she is already very proud of me in all that i've done and that i'm her strength. She draws her strength from me because sometimes she feels that my dad and bro isn't there for her. And through it all, she loves me dearly and just doesn't want to see me hurt. And i guess that's y she is the way she is with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ytd was my 5 mths anni with J, he wasn't with me. Maybe he's fuming away and that i've made him irritable and mad. Feel as though i've been reduced to the ever subservient girl...Honestly i don't know why things turn out this way, i'm tired. All i ever want is to be the best for him. I only wish i can turn back the clock to the time we first met. Things were so different then...i bought him a gift anyhow, maybe i'll pass it to him when i meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am on 2 days MC because of a terrible migraine as a result of the past couple of weeks of 'pain'. Just saw the doc, he actually asked if i was going to be suicidal. haha... I'm not stupid, i still consider life to be a gift from God. Even right from birth, i already know that i've got a destiny in my Father's kingdom. I'm already feeling slightly better, drawing strength, hope and joy from my heavenly father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe there's a lesson to be learnt from all these. What doesn't kill, make you a stronger person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7368577523543314355?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7368577523543314355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7368577523543314355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7368577523543314355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7368577523543314355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/defining-agony.html' title='Defining agony'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-9123532045668890679</id><published>2008-04-27T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:33:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with this signage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SBPznhUzVXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_qGAXHldqVI/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193762655574381938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SBPznhUzVXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_qGAXHldqVI/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can it be a storewide sale if it is on selected items only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-9123532045668890679?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/9123532045668890679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=9123532045668890679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9123532045668890679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9123532045668890679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-wrong-with-this-signage.html' title='What is wrong with this signage?'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SBPznhUzVXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_qGAXHldqVI/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-9149561608943795816</id><published>2008-04-23T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:15:30.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a daily basis, as a couple both should be mindful of the reason/s of why he/she entered the relationship in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps relationships in general would be more blissful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe...huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-9149561608943795816?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/9149561608943795816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=9149561608943795816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9149561608943795816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9149561608943795816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2090924672814302466</id><published>2008-04-22T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:21:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who pissed me off today</title><content type='html'>I like man to be A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man enough to take things in their stride, be generous and magnanimous at heart and stay cool when things get messy and solution-ised and not be a complaint freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague in office, a man biologically, a woman in thinking (names forbidden in this blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay by the rule, if you think the company is not fair to you, didnt give you a good business unit to handle, leave by all means and find a greener pasture. I am aghasted at man whining non stop to the whole world and not coming up with solutions. Even more terrorised by such lady-man who start "verbally attacking" colleagues who are not responsible for the lousy accounts he has on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical conversation with he-she, which at times pisses me off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;6th Sense : Hey customer is looking for this PC model which is under your care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He-she : Customer didnt call me to ask for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;6th Sense : Customer needed 5 headphones frm my side and 1 from your side, so naturally they spoke with me and want me to pass the message to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He-she : hmm...ok lor. Anyway she have this headset wat, she can open from her stocks and treat it as a demo item lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;6th Sense : ok, you may wanna speak with her direct then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He-she : Customer didnt call me, you can call her lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He-she : *giggles* Today your dress like pyjamas like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;6th Sense : *graciously* Hahhaa yah it looks big on me yeah! I cant find a belt to match it lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He-she : *infront of a slight crowd* I know I know...nowadays you come to work late, so you just wear your pyjamas to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;6th Sense : *forced smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics. Jealosy. Anger. Watever. I am not losing my cool. Rest assured I dont want to be talking to this lady-man anymore. Potential of being "betrayed" by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For christ sake do you have to tell the whole world I come in late?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell danger with lady-man. Wonder what his wife sees in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Sense (*pissed but still cool*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2090924672814302466?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2090924672814302466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2090924672814302466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2090924672814302466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2090924672814302466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-who-pissed-me-off.html' title='Who pissed me off today'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7525645118451650847</id><published>2008-04-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:26:19.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who impressed me today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stress... don't you just hate that word? I'm suffering the repercussions of "Stress" now, having rashes on my neck and body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I work in an interesting and "colorful" company, filled with "colorful" characters and not to mention, their "colorful" language... where the F-word seems almost as pleasant as "Hey...Gd morning, you look nice today!". A more recent update was that we actually had this as a point on a deck, and i quote "profanities are allowed here". Goodness me... i really wish people will stop swearing, it'll just make the world better place to live in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to my "colorful" company... i am always interested to see how other men treat their women, be it gf or wives. And i guess to date, i can quite safely say, i know who the wonderful gentlemen are. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bumped into one such gentlemen at the lift whilst on my way down the building. Hardly really speak to him, but my sources have told me that he can be really hot-headed and has quite the temper when it comes to work. When it comes to love, he's like a softie and is like the sweetest to his gf. Even when he's hard at a discussion with his team, if and when his gf calls, he picks up, tells her politely that he's at a discussion and will call her back later. I mean, the men who actually does that these days are far and few between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, the conversation went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lara: Hi! Going back ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man: Um, not really... i'm going for a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lara: *Raise eyebrows* Wah, so much energy, after such a long day at work, not tired still need to go and 'entertain'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man: Actually I AM tired... but my gf is meeting her friends. So i'll like to be there. Duty calls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lara: OH man, i think you're really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man: I think so too... Ok here's my stop, taaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okkaay... this may sound simple enough but all i can say is, given the industry that i'm in, and knowing what sort of person he is, I'm impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7525645118451650847?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7525645118451650847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7525645118451650847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7525645118451650847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7525645118451650847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-impressed-me-today.html' title='Who impressed me today...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6740264039476785705</id><published>2008-04-14T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:15:58.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In fact I do have a problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was told today that perhaps I should reflect to see if I had a problem... for the second time. The first was my mother. I've always strived to be the best that I can be, be it at work, when i'm at home, with friends and with r/s. So how can there be a problem with me? Actually, come to think about it, I think I do have a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a peacemaker by nature and naturally but unfortunately, because of that, I tend to want to please people (esp the ones I'm close to), consciously and subconsciously. As a result of it, sometimes I end up internalising things and stressed, even getting a tad too sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smiling even when i'm internally not happy, doing the stupidest things just to make someone smile, accommodating to conversations even though I had a really bad day, not saying my piece just to maintain peace at home. But, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ll I ever want is for the people that I love to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And unfortunately, this is a hard problem to solve and i don't think it'll ever be out of my system. So, God help me...maybe i should start cardio boxing again... need to channel my frustrations out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Melancholicly yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6740264039476785705?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6740264039476785705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6740264039476785705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6740264039476785705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6740264039476785705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-fact-i-do-have-problem.html' title='In fact I do have a problem...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6479842917836061016</id><published>2008-04-13T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:43:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just another wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My nephew, Gav, got married this wkend. And though i'm not entirely close to him, but I had a wonderful time at his wedding, and my blessings to them both for eternity. I have attended many weddings but i have to say, his was by far the sweetest. The couple have been friends for the past 15 yrs and a couple for 13 yrs. The entire nite, both couldn't take their eyes off each other. They kissed each other just before they entered the ballroom. She teared when he sang her the wedding singer song "Growing Old with you". She hugged him, he took care of her every need. He beamed with pride the entire nite, showing off his new bride... 13 yrs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought to myself they must have many long years ahead of each other. A love relationship that will stand through time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What really impressed me was that they have been together for 13 long yrs and yet, they seemed as though they are celebrating their 1st mth anniversary. What is their secret... how do they do it? I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway... i wish them both well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6479842917836061016?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6479842917836061016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6479842917836061016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6479842917836061016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6479842917836061016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-just-another-wedding.html' title='Not just another wedding...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-651382728478282261</id><published>2008-04-13T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:51:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names Schenames</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I usually do not take notice of such things but ever since I have started house hunting, junk mail is not longer junk but carefully sieved through for housing information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was spotted at the void deck of Kenneth Cole’s home. Nothing really of interest to us but I was tickled pink by the names of the agents. In such a competitive market, you really have to pull out all stops in a bid for potential customers to give your flyer a second glance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188540788099500770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SAFmW1FLyuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rxbg2_cN2QM/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In case you have a problem sqinting, agent on the left is called Ah Boy and agent on the right is called Kiasu Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-651382728478282261?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/651382728478282261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=651382728478282261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/651382728478282261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/651382728478282261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/names-schenames.html' title='Names Schenames'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SAFmW1FLyuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rxbg2_cN2QM/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7192873758354101541</id><published>2008-04-13T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:41:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room with a View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the view from my new office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188538009255660226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SAFj1FFLysI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uYm_SiFDYdA/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plans are already brewing in my head to turn this roof access into a permanent VIP area overlooking the stage below. Hmmm… maybe its best to wait till after my probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7192873758354101541?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7192873758354101541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7192873758354101541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7192873758354101541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7192873758354101541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/room-with-view.html' title='Room with a View'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/SAFj1FFLysI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uYm_SiFDYdA/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1430034234655387165</id><published>2008-04-10T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:51:59.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McGriddles...My lil fun experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been having a pregnated craving (in the figuritive sense, silly) for McDonald's breakfast since I last saw the standee with the McGriddles Poster a week ago. McGriddles is essentially your hotcakes meet sausage McMuffin (Seriously! Just nd to replace the Muffin bun with hotcakes bun). For those who love sweet and salty type food (like SeaMonkey), well this could possibly be your thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To me, the McDonald's brand and food speaks of FUN. And you have to take your hat off the McD's peeps... and possibly bow in awe "we are not worthy" when it comes to branding and product development and innovation. McGriddles to me is the perfect example. I absolutely had no idea what it was to begin with, all i know was that "McGriddles" sounded FUN. So that sparked my curiosity and triggered that 'pregnated' craving within the foodie in me. And even though when i unwrapped the McGriddles, sausage with egg, the hotcake bun was quite soggy, i didn't mind it. To me the whole experience was fun to the max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did i like the taste? It was not too bad. Would I eat it again? Probably not, the sweet/salty thing is really not quite my thing. I'll stick with my usual Egg McMuffin. But hey, when it comes to personal preference and taste, it's highly subjective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. Did you know? McD's write press releases about every single new burger they introduce to the market. It was fun when i was doing their PR many yrs back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1430034234655387165?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1430034234655387165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1430034234655387165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1430034234655387165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1430034234655387165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/mcgriddlesmy-lil-fun-experience.html' title='McGriddles...My lil fun experience...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6364511243273556560</id><published>2008-04-09T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:33:27.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... can't think of any title for this... so Shoot me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Previously Lara was caught up in her own world, now that she's back... Actually, she doesn't know if she's really back... Ok, she's now confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met Seamonkey for a couple of drinks earlier (I guess it's now more convenient :D ), anyways, it's always wonderful to be able to engage in some girly banter now and then. So on my way to Seamonkey, I dropped by at MAC to buy zoomlash (the mascara)... and for marketers who totally endorse the whole social networking scene, i have to say this... MAC ZoomLash totally ROCKS! Retailed at only $21 but for me it's the best brand of mascara in SG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Background to this... I'm trying my best to be a wise steward of my money, so i'm trying not to splurge on make-up or beauty products. Ok, products concerned... a mascara and a btl of shampoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Case 1: Mascara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-  Went to Guardian and got suckered in to buying a Maybelline branded mascara. Yes, thanks to the stupid sign that says "Japan's No. 1 Best Seller". Ok fine... spent about less than $15 for it. So the next morning, i tried it...and it TOTALLY FAILED ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-  As if one bad experience with a cheap brand wasn't enough, i had to go try another. Loreal's latest telescopic range of mascara. Forked out another $10-odd, only to find that it wasn't looking like Penelope Cruz's lashes, and it seemed as tho i had nothing on my lashes. So totally failed as well...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moral of the story: Forget about saving and stick to my trusted brand, it's still cheaper than doing your own 'market research' on the other cheaper alternatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Case 2: Shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-  I have this diva friend who totally digs supermarket brands of shampoo. As most would know i can't use supermarket brands and only use salon brands. It's not that i'm spoilt, i really don't have a choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-  So she recommended me to use Loreal Elseve. I've just started using my 2nd bottle of the shampoo and it's starting to cause my hair to drop and flakes starting to appear on my scalp. Being someone with already having weak root problem, I cannot allow this to happen. I mean, it will be a total disaster if i potentially end up looking like a cancer patient so young! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-  Since then, i've caved in to buying my trusted brand of Kerastase and Rene Futerer (works esp well if you've got weak roots problem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moral of the story: You need to know how your body works. To each his/her own, if you can't take cheap products, don't. Some things are not worth saving the $$ for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok... i'm tired now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Signing out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6364511243273556560?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6364511243273556560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6364511243273556560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6364511243273556560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6364511243273556560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-cant-think-of-any-title-for-this.html' title='Well... can&apos;t think of any title for this... so Shoot me!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-773593307697809490</id><published>2008-03-29T13:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:46:06.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that the Singapore Airshow is old news but I have been meaning to load this up for a while now. I have been offline for a while and you can't expect me to blog at work, do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to the Airshow with Farmboy and as usual, when we get together, its all hoots and sexual innuendos. Yes, that boy needs to be laid soon. Make that immediate. Who knows that a family affair like the Airshow can be so (s)exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183033886106533442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R-3V28gxPkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6K_kdtDC_Hs/s200/Always_on_top+-+for+blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183034070790127186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R-3WBsgxPlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wnMEZfCxMpM/s200/Love+to+lick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183034642020777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R-3Wi8gxPnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/syWPO_jc16s/s200/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-773593307697809490?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/773593307697809490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=773593307697809490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/773593307697809490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/773593307697809490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/03/air-head.html' title='Air Head'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R-3V28gxPkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6K_kdtDC_Hs/s72-c/Always_on_top+-+for+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3511880419173552156</id><published>2008-03-20T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:38:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;First week into the new job and I have already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;* developed a love-hate relationship with my new mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;* rescued two day-old kittens from the rooftop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;* bribed the chefs with teh and kopi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Looks like its off to a rousing start. Oh yeah, the music rocks too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~SeamonkeY~&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/7743658191572283497-3511880419173552156?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3511880419173552156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3511880419173552156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3511880419173552156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3511880419173552156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-job.html' title='On The Job'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8107822728758393398</id><published>2008-03-03T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:45:14.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nibble my feet Spa Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wXuEhcuBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/54dxmFZ17cc/s1600-h/01032008316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wXuEhcuBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/54dxmFZ17cc/s200/01032008316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173536152197314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wXAEhcuAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t_naEfS_zlc/s1600-h/01032008312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wXAEhcuAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t_naEfS_zlc/s200/01032008312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173535361923332098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wWxEhct_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gRJYrcwkrmU/s1600-h/01032008305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wWxEhct_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gRJYrcwkrmU/s200/01032008305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173535104225294322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestled in the greens of Sungai Tengah, the Fish Spa in Qian Hu has (unknown to me) been attracting screaming crowds.  We just became one of them. Hmmm..more like KP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little spa fishes nibble your dead skin. They are known as Spa Fish or Doctor fish, from the carp family. KP's 30 over years of Dead Skin was indeed a "charging moment" for the fishes. Big and small, they charged and nibbled away at Kp's accumulated dead skin, obviously sending that poor chap squirming and laughing away with each ticklish moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fun to see the fishes going in between the leg hair to find a spot to nibble. They are like eagles, no prey escape their eyes. This time, no dead skin escapes their formidable nibble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'eed to send you laughing non stop with the tickle (if you are one of those who cant stand ticklish-ness). By far, Qian Hu offers the cheapest. $ 10 for 30 mins but they dont keep track. We fed ourselves to the fishes for a good one hour. Seamonkey highlighted we could keep the towels and slippers. Is that a compensation from Mr Qian Hu - "Thanks for feeding my fishes, pai seh hor, please take the china made slippers and towels as a token of my appreciation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fish Spa, Qian Hu Fish Farm&lt;br /&gt;71 Jalan Lekar, Agrotechnology Park,&lt;br /&gt;tel: 6766-7087&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After wandering through the fishy surrounds of this farm in Lim Chu Kang, try out its fish spa in a big communal pool ($10 for 30 minutes, with slippers and towels which you are free to take home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~6th Sense (the occassional pedicure means, business is just so-so at my side of the communal pool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8107822728758393398?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8107822728758393398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8107822728758393398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8107822728758393398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8107822728758393398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/03/nibble-my-feet-spa-fish.html' title='Nibble my feet Spa Fish!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R8wXuEhcuBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/54dxmFZ17cc/s72-c/01032008316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5627703671855555037</id><published>2008-03-03T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:51:05.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle AWOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are three things I like Chinatown for - cheap toiletries, even cheaper CDs and fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So to my dismay, I reacently discovered that my favourite CD shop in Chinatown changed hands. Its a tiny shop at Pearl's Centre (the one smack right outside Outram MRT) nestled in between Giordano and my other favourite - the fishball stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the always cheery, middle-aged uncle I find sitting behind shaky stacks of CDs, a surly looking girl took his usual spot instead. Ever optimistic, I asked the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you have the new Jack Johnson album?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Jack Johnson?"&lt;/span&gt; blank look. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Ask him, ask him."&lt;/span&gt; she pointed to another sales assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Where is the regular uncle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I dunno. Ask him, ask him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Oh Jack Johnson, there you go..." &lt;/span&gt;he said, passing me Jack's Curious George soundtrack from ions back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you have his latest?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"He came out with a new one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you have The Roots?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Erm, you look under R."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched and gave up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Where is the regular uncle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I dunno. They didn't say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Uncle knows where all his CDs are kept in that strange non-alphabetised, organised chaos manner. No one has to search for CDs because he knows exactly where to dig them out from. &lt;em&gt;This is the man&lt;/em&gt; who gently chided me when I asked for POD (for the record, I was asking on a friend's behalf) "Pod? Pod? Oh you mean Payable On Death. P.O.D ah?" he said then. &lt;em&gt;This is the man&lt;/em&gt; who knew the difference between Ryan Adams and the other Adams. &lt;em&gt;This is the man&lt;/em&gt; who generously passes out his business cards and says "Next time, call before you come so we can check the stocks for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle will never ask me to look under R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5627703671855555037?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5627703671855555037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5627703671855555037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5627703671855555037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5627703671855555037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncle-awol.html' title='Uncle AWOL'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8008714776029011787</id><published>2008-02-22T13:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:49:44.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Pie Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love pies. Eating them, baking them, dissecting their fillings… so I got really enthusiastic when a new pie shop opened near my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even more excited when I realised it was not a pie franchise from some AM country but truly a locally born and bred business idea. All this from just its namesake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169670238918110642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R75bsTSfbbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wgaVKDVcZuM/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so amused I had to bring Sixth Sense to check out the shop. She was equally tickled when we spotted its email address &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:simidaiji@piekia.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;simidaiji@piekia.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only clue given to the brains behind this ingenuity is this &lt;em&gt;manga &lt;/em&gt;version of Pie Kia Shop’s owner/chef spotted on their packaging, complete with dyed streaks and an earring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169671729271762386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R75dDDSfbdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Cb29suGnUXw/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if you are ever around my area, do check out their &lt;em&gt;Toa Pie Kia&lt;/em&gt; (big pies with crumbly crust, just the sort I would like to perfect), regular &lt;em&gt;Pie Kia&lt;/em&gt; (smaller pies with a flaky crust, picture below) or their &lt;em&gt;Pie Seh&lt;/em&gt; (fruity dessert pies). And of course Sixth Sense &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to add her 2-cents worth and came up with a Hokkien colloquial playing on the word “pie” for another range of pies they can start. But it would just be rude to print the name here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hint: contains a character from our favourite anatomy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169676161678011890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R75hFDSfbfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ySOvcYnmRMs/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7743658191572283497-8008714776029011787?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8008714776029011787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8008714776029011787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8008714776029011787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8008714776029011787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/02/pie-pie-baby.html' title='Pie Pie Baby'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R75bsTSfbbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wgaVKDVcZuM/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-904361374443501726</id><published>2008-02-14T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:20:41.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day, Folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lurve&lt;/span&gt; makes you do the wacky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-904361374443501726?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/904361374443501726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=904361374443501726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/904361374443501726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/904361374443501726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-folks.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day, Folks!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-7088512338583451773</id><published>2008-01-30T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:43:06.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mist MUST WATCH !!!!!</title><content type='html'>Since the days of 6th Sense, I have never felt extremely exhilirating for any other show till The Mist came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by the psychotic-looking Stephen King, he brings you into a world of mystery, one that has made me sit up as if walking into the cinema screen, one that has made my heart skip multiple beats and my tears trickle for the lost souls and the hopeless survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story starts with an unusual storm. One which many thought was a mere freaky weather which will come and go. Life goes on in this small town called Maine. People gathered in supermarket gossiping about Military Projects and hell break loose when a frantic man came running in "There's something in the mist", with blood trickling down his forehead and a fear-stricken face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creatures from God-knows-where, they fly, they kill, they suck. Unbelievers snare and claim creatures do not exist in the world. Lips zipped once they saw tentacled creatures eating up a young boy and dead half-body right outside the mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were these creatures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they part of the Military Project to explore the "other world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story heightens with Marcia Gay (acting as Mrs Carmody) - she claims the biblical theory of the end of the world, a sinful world to fall according to God's will and when night falls, death will come knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating and totally unaccceptable in a moment when people were finding ways to save themselves out of the supermart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unthinkable happens, when driven to desperation, God becomes the pillar people hang onto. Vulnerability drives religion as people started embracing the biblical theories, Marcia became a paster in supermart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood-thirsty creatures rob more lives. Marcia rob their minds through preaching the word of God. The ironic part, the believers wont getting God to save them. They believed death was inevitable for God's will was to punish, hmm..not quite a good light shone on christianity, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on one hand you have the hero trying to think of ways to escape while the "extremist" are intending to face death in God's name. Internal rivalry robs more lives, as if the blood thirsty creatures were not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push comes to shove, a gun shot was heard. Marcia lays dead on the floor - internal rivalry loses ground. Guess what happend at this point? Audience clapped!! Oh mine, how much we hated Marcia the irritating preacher obstructing the lifes of so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jane (the male lead and the hero) brings whoever he could bring along in the escape route. Quick-witted and smart, Thomas creates emotional highs and lows in this show. Just when you thought they were safe and sound, driving out of destroyed town, the unthinkable must happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No petrol. How stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life came to a stop, Thomas search for bullets. 5 pax in the car, 4 bullets left. Sad, sad, sad. After all the ordeals, the survivors sat in the car despaired, creatures still roaming outside the car. Has life really really come to an end? Is this really God's will, I mean what are the chances of having so little petrol left in the car such that you couldnt even travel more than 300m from the supermart?  Oh well, its a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 gunshots heard. Thomas was the only survivor, he screams his lungs out, he runs out of the car calling for the creatures to devour him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess the ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense (show rating : wasnt even holding KP's hands throughout the show)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-7088512338583451773?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/7088512338583451773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=7088512338583451773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7088512338583451773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/7088512338583451773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/mist-must-watch.html' title='The Mist MUST WATCH !!!!!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-9108588251301878008</id><published>2008-01-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:17:55.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Many months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That i was actually served sad food at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels crappier than to come back after a hard day's work and eat really bad dinner (esp when i had only salad for lunch). So here's the menu for tonite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staple: Rice (1 Tablespoon)&lt;br /&gt;Main:&lt;br /&gt;- Onion infested prawn omelette (Detest onions - 1 Tablespoon)&lt;br /&gt;- Chicken breast and spare parts (hard meat that tasted like cardboard and the literal skin covering the bones bits) (1 Small piece)&lt;br /&gt;- Corn Starchy Asparagus with shitake mushrooms with oyster sauce (A couple of strands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said... Forgive me father, i know that there are many starving Ethiopian children around the world and that I should be thankful. But i really can't swallow them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That although i had a job and was working, but feels like i'm doing REAL work now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that things are starting to pick up at work. I feel i'm actually contributing. So though really busy, but it's well worth it. :) That said, i'm kinda peeved that my bonus + pay's not in yet. Major sian-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That I had decided to return to blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn Pai Seh *Blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Many years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That I actually had a client screamed her lungs out at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she did! I actually found it hilarious (and it wasn't even my fault). The perils of servicing life! Forever being at the mercy of your clients... So to be or not to be a client. Perhaps lara, you should give that a serious consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That I actually found someone that I can love and having him love me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i actually sent a text to my guy, JW to complain of the bad dinner that i had, he called me the next 5 mins to tell me that he's flying over with a couple of small cakes. :D And everyone goes... "Awwwwwwww" hehe... Seriously, i'm glad to have found someone like JW that i can love and get loved in return. He makes me laugh and brightens my day. Gives me a sense of security that no one has ever given to me (i'm not talking monetary). But the sweetest of them all is that He says that he'll take care of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So definitely the first in many years... Lara's feeling blissful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-9108588251301878008?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/9108588251301878008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=9108588251301878008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9108588251301878008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9108588251301878008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-in-many-years.html' title='The First In...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4349624840066131041</id><published>2008-01-28T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:18:34.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Screw Up Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#1 Do practise short-term memory loss and keep your candidate waiting while you enjoy a long, leisurely lunch and then proceed to &lt;em&gt;taaaarik&lt;/em&gt; those cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Do have 3 persons on the panel – a young chap who doesn’t seem to have a vested interest in the interview, a real wheeling-and-dealing CEO and the obligatory female person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Do not introduce yourself from the onset but only when candidate asked for your name card at the end of the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Do look lost and awkward in between questioning while rummaging through your heads what next to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Do remember to not peruse the resume PRIOR to the interview. All reiterations of the resume and clarifications can be made face-to-face with candidate, prolonging the already torturous interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Do ask seemingly intelligent questions such as “What is your perspective on marketing?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 And upon candidate’s pursue of the context behind the seemingly intelligent question, repeat the question louder as if the volume of your voice would make up for the lack of depth of question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson well learnt for $6.70 of cab fare and 45 minutes of my life. Cao ah-beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4349624840066131041?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4349624840066131041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4349624840066131041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4349624840066131041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4349624840066131041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-screw-up-interviews.html' title='How to Screw Up Interviews'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6277977180075129223</id><published>2008-01-22T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:18:57.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After months of trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have finally discovered how 2 persons can fit on a single bed and still achieve a good night's sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer lies here below in technicolour details for the rest of you still trying to work out the equation (besides buying a double bed of course):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158196713945246098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R5WYlQBLKZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ihk9jrITRIc/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6277977180075129223?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6277977180075129223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6277977180075129223&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6277977180075129223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6277977180075129223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-months-of-trying.html' title='After months of trying'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R5WYlQBLKZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ihk9jrITRIc/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1956333446475975408</id><published>2008-01-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:08:43.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Amazed</title><content type='html'>..at how men get fascinated with tools, screws, nuts and bolts and all that circuitry stuff. Anything that test their handyman or mobile skills get their adrenaline shot up to the highest brain cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting now, as I pen in this girly diary of ours, at the infamous rc track at Queenstown. Infamous for "stealing" boyfriends and husbands from the women who wish they were the remote control the man turn twist and manoevre all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, watching the adrenaline boys changing tyres, coming back frm the track wide eyed sweating profusely and grinning from ear to ear then turning serious to prepare for the next race, its an eye-opener. These boys, dont need drugs to get high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see cables lying all over the soon-to-fall apart wooden table, boxes of screws and what nots, and the woman who gather around the table with their kids and cleo magazine, me with the IBM. I think such is the meaning of compromise, which I am beginning to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only wish you were their remote control. For now, I am just satisfied sitting here learning psychological behaviours and seeking compromise with the man, the BOY I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1956333446475975408?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1956333446475975408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1956333446475975408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1956333446475975408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1956333446475975408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-amazed.html' title='I am Amazed'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3840122627959822621</id><published>2008-01-18T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:49:02.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a bit like being dumped, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So along came someone. His pockets weren't deep but you didn't mind because he was free-spirited, stood by his causes and had great taste in music. You thought this was the right one – everything fitted. As time pass, it started to fizzle. Then the speech came I&lt;em&gt; think this is not working out. Its not you, its me. We can hang on for a couple of more months but we can't avoid the inevitable.&lt;/em&gt; Heartbroken and apparently oblivious as hell too, you attempted to plough on. Few days later, &lt;em&gt;I can't do this. I'm sorry but you have to move out in two weeks time. I need space.&lt;/em&gt; Crushed. Ego bruised. You question about yourself. And then you learned about the sealed truth. It really wasn't you, it was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you walk away. You look for someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~SeamonkeY~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3840122627959822621?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3840122627959822621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3840122627959822621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3840122627959822621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3840122627959822621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/left-behind.html' title='Left Behind'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2415165924609477265</id><published>2008-01-11T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:08:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Transit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6th Sense posed a hypothetical scenario to me which I in turn, raised with Kenneth Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job A pays 3XXX, offers the same scope of works you are doing now, is in the music/entertainment industry. Job B pays 4XXX, again offers the same scope, but for a completely different (read: boring) product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SeamonkeY: Which job do you think I will take? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;KC: Based on your track records, Job A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SY: But which job SHOULD I take? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;KC: (pause) $4XXX… professional engineers sometimes don’t even make that much you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SY: So your answer is B then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;KC: Yah.. it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; $4XXX. Job B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SY: So what’s the job to take as a fair decision for both of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;KC: (even longer pause) Hmmm....Job A lah. I don’t want you to come back every night and bitch about work. Big house but empty. You need to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very glad I made the biggest decision of my life based on a really good pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2415165924609477265?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2415165924609477265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2415165924609477265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2415165924609477265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2415165924609477265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-transit.html' title='In Transit'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1038827549461804587</id><published>2008-01-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:06:39.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$^&amp;#%@^&amp;$%</title><content type='html'>pissed / cheesed / annoyed / bitter / enraged / fuming / hot /indignant/ furious / mad / offended/ outraged / provoked / riled / sore / angry / incensed / boiling / upset / livid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayed / heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1038827549461804587?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1038827549461804587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1038827549461804587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1038827549461804587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1038827549461804587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='$^&amp;#%@^&amp;$%'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5395593947045441473</id><published>2008-01-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:49:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, In Love</title><content type='html'>I only buy books at airports for long flights and since there is still an outstanding fine from the National Library Board since 1992, my current reading materials are now limited to stuff lying around the house – and its quite a fair bit given that my sis stays over pretty often nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is still hung up about New York since her 3-months love affair with the Big Apple more than ten years ago so its not strange that she is still reading the New York magazine regularly now. I do think I would be as hung up as her if I had been there for a longer while (oddly like the idea that it is one of the very few cities in States that encourage you to walk instead of driving everywhere) but for whatever that I had experience in New York in that short span of time, it was enough to entice me for repeated visits in time to come (fingers crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152374336019704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R4DpKQBLKYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NF0rPOJyg3U/s320/reasons071224_splash_lede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have the year-end double issue of New York magazine that has dished up the third edition of reasons to love NY to be contended with. I'm at #27 and it's a lovely article of how couples who have met on the infamous subway and lived happily ever after &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/articles/reasonstoloveny/2007/42047/"&gt;http://nymag.com/news/articles/reasonstoloveny/2007/42047/&lt;/a&gt; All the more reason to love New York. Why can't our MRT be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5395593947045441473?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5395593947045441473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5395593947045441473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5395593947045441473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5395593947045441473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-york-in-love.html' title='New York, In Love'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R4DpKQBLKYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NF0rPOJyg3U/s72-c/reasons071224_splash_lede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6854009159085996914</id><published>2008-01-02T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:07:21.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ-ing into the New Year</title><content type='html'>What's a BBQ without funny pictures of sausages? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150709907343485266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R3r_XwBLKVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/A7N4uGMIYxk/s200/DSC01647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710972495374690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R3sAVwBLKWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q8WtwElda28/s200/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males do not plan for frivolous stuff such as anniversaries, birthdays, eves of important holidays while females read too much into them. I’m ecstatic just to learn that Kenneth Cole made reservations at a restaurant. I promise to find a balance between both points of view in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps as an indication of what’s to come, the new year was ushered in quietly with a corridor BBQ for two. Save for the nagging thoughts at the back of my mind that neighbours would either #1 Call the police to complain or #2 Jostle a spot around the pit with us, BBQ-ing along the corridor was refreshing, intimate and reminded me of kampong days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with BBQ and KC came up with corridor…still fine-tuning that balance. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712922410527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R3sCHQBLKXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lGUpWrPScEw/s200/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&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/7743658191572283497-6854009159085996914?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6854009159085996914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6854009159085996914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6854009159085996914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6854009159085996914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2008/01/bbq-ing-into-new-year.html' title='BBQ-ing into the New Year'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R3r_XwBLKVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/A7N4uGMIYxk/s72-c/DSC01647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6935534044562034339</id><published>2007-12-29T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:57:51.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabs. The Aftermath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Action around the table at crab night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         the inner “beng” and the blossoming of the inner “lian”&lt;br /&gt;-         the firefighter groupie and the firefighter-to-be?&lt;br /&gt;-         the parents who are grateful to get away from their kid for one night&lt;br /&gt;-         the Wii fanatics (must get raving rabbits game!)&lt;br /&gt;-         the daughter with boyfriends who always eat too much rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6935534044562034339?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6935534044562034339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6935534044562034339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6935534044562034339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6935534044562034339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/crabs-aftermath.html' title='Crabs. The Aftermath.'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-419465156807933676</id><published>2007-12-28T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:55:10.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crab night tonight and I am so looking forward to it. Not just for the crabs at Melben Seafood but probably more for the action that I will see around the table *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy kids. It's the holiday air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Seamonkey&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-419465156807933676?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/419465156807933676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=419465156807933676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/419465156807933676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/419465156807933676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/c-is-for-crabs.html' title='C is for Crabs'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2111168659669400342</id><published>2007-12-19T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:31:27.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Orgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ej8-Rqo-VT4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ej8-Rqo-VT4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just finished season 2 of Dexter which is absolutely my current favourite indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the very addictive plot and the talent of Michael C Hall who plays the serial killer, Dexter, watching the opening credits of the show is truly a joy itself. Beautifully shot with closed-up angles of breakfast and the daily mundaneness of getting ready for work, it just makes me wonder why my mornings can’t be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated, watch the credits now as it is. And then I would suggest to watch an episode of Dexter and see what the credits are really about. Get it here www.sidereel.com/dexter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2111168659669400342?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2111168659669400342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2111168659669400342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2111168659669400342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2111168659669400342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/breakfast-orgasm_19.html' title='Breakfast Orgasm'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4360292598787533377</id><published>2007-12-11T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:08:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to Mel &amp; Jon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R15TlrJe0gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ww16KxT7hT8/s1600-h/for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142639731206443522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R15TlrJe0gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ww16KxT7hT8/s400/for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R15TNLJe0fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NIVXXTsBUNc/s1600-h/for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7743658191572283497-4360292598787533377?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4360292598787533377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4360292598787533377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4360292598787533377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4360292598787533377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/congratulations-to-mel-jon.html' title='Congratulations to Mel &amp; Jon!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R15TlrJe0gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ww16KxT7hT8/s72-c/for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5449724715388241434</id><published>2007-12-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:43:16.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Another Food Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope this isn't another flog for over-opinionated reviewers. But the Moo-moo II burger found at Vittle's along Sembawang Village is worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At only $12.90, not only do staff DO NOT discriminate against special requests (see the pristine layering of Seamonkey's moo-moo and the gooey mess of Kenneth Cole's), diners get free flow of popcorn and no service charge or GST is applicable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142351727879442882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R11NprJe0cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4ZYfmB_DHKk/s200/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142354626982367714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R11QSbJe0eI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KWMcjWg6Mog/s200/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a great reason to get your fingers dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&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/7743658191572283497-5449724715388241434?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5449724715388241434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5449724715388241434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5449724715388241434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5449724715388241434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-another-food-blog.html' title='Not Another Food Blog...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxTGhlaPACg/R11NprJe0cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4ZYfmB_DHKk/s72-c/DSC01564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2174422509412933</id><published>2007-12-04T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:06:55.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Cheese</title><content type='html'>Go ahead and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mywedding.com/garyandsy/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;http://www.mywedding.com/garyandsy/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2174422509412933?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2174422509412933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2174422509412933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2174422509412933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2174422509412933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-cheese.html' title='The Big Cheese'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6827141848110626582</id><published>2007-12-03T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:04:15.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Inflation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An article on Sunday Times came out on how one family is fighting inflation. Here’s my ways how to (derived over the weekend while out):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Keep that Sentosa 1-day pass to see if it works for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sentosa just raised its per entrance price – just in time for Zoukout maybe? That’s just $60,000 from a one-day’s event if they do get another 20,000 on Siloso Beach this weekend. So smart. I guess they are also fighting inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The how-to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance pass are valid for at least 5 months. The catch that its only for a one-day entry. Sentosa always station friendly staff at the express train gantries and the cards dun always work. So just look confused and the staff will whip out their staff cards for you to gain entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;Stop eating from the Chong Pang nasi lemak stall at Food Republic located at Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It cost me $8.30 (!!!!) for a plate of coconut-rice, sotong, a drumstick and a side veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The how-to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop being such a pig and order less. Or I can just eat from the Chong Pang original stall at Yishun. Kenneth Cole reckons it will cost only 3 bucks at Yishun. It only says one thing.. I bet the rent is super-high at Food Republic. All those nostalgic looking decor cost more because you obviously can’t find them easily now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;Be one with vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The how-to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buy and enjoy everything on promotional/redeemed vouchers. That 5% may look little now but every penny counts. We caught The Kingdom on Citibank’s vouchers. I’ll probably take up that complimentary spa package deal this weekend too – figured the after-spa sales talk will be a breeze since one is still floaty with good feelings from the massage. The glazed look should be able to fend off aggressive sales persons trying to make year-end quotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;Super subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The how-to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look for substitutes. On a campaign for trying out new things for KC’s birthday coming up soon, we have decided to go for some nasty fish reflexology. Underwater costs $35 for a 20-minute session (and dun forget that damn $3 Sentosa entrance fee!) and another spa that offers the same service costs $38 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30-minute session at Qianhu Fish Farm costs $10 and you get to keep the slippers and towel. Sure, its communal but there is 3,000 fishes to go around in the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its going to be a tough 2 years ahead for all Singaporeans, better buckle up for the ride now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6827141848110626582?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6827141848110626582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6827141848110626582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6827141848110626582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6827141848110626582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/fighting-inflation.html' title='Fighting Inflation'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8400017139874239207</id><published>2007-12-03T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:47:04.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bird-Day To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a happy baby... here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  28 Nov: Just before I go on leave, i've had my colleagues throw me a surprise bday party. Was totally touched to see people who actually like me (from work) and considering i'm only 5 mths new in the co. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  30 Nov: Had dinner with the girls. There's nothing better for a bday than having close friends spending time with you and sharing with you the special occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  2 Dec: Had a terrific bday dinner at Town Restaurant with my family. Was exceptionally touched to have my 4 yr old nephew spend close to 45 mins creating a birthday card for me. Awwwwwwww... AND... what a treat? Guess who decided to pop into the restaurant this eve? JET LI!!! He and his fam were seated just 2 seats from my family's table! Totally star-struck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.  3 Dec: Spending the day with the man. Don't know what's in-store but He's already left me something at my door step with a note that says "I want you to smell like me tomorrow." Hahahahha... I mean we've seen couple tees, couple in same color... Presenting a couple who smells alike! BEAT THAT! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Happy Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8400017139874239207?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8400017139874239207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8400017139874239207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8400017139874239207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8400017139874239207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-bird-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Bird-Day To Me!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8070164422414889793</id><published>2007-11-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:38:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seamonkey 1 : XBOX 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The little white box is back from Game Semetary and with a vengence too. Newer, flashier and with more games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8070164422414889793?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8070164422414889793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8070164422414889793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8070164422414889793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8070164422414889793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/seamonkey-1-xbox-1.html' title='Seamonkey 1 : XBOX 1'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6651997082649087836</id><published>2007-11-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:55:17.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there another side to their story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What has the Internet done for you recently? Downloaded some free music, caught glimpses of the latest celebrity sex tape or flamed your ex-husband who left you when you are seven months pregnant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what this to-be-mummy did here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylittlenewhope.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://mylittlenewhope.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. This link was forwarded to me from a friend and I did my part by sending it to a couple of friends to get their POV on the entire situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do feel much for the girl but on the flipside, Chilliseedz and Ribena were however more objective about the situation given that the "flamee" i.e. the husband has not spoken out yet. We wonder if he will start a blog to air his side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things like this are available in such an accessible medium, it will get ugly, no matter how innocent it started out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happily ever after still possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6651997082649087836?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6651997082649087836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6651997082649087836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6651997082649087836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6651997082649087836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-another-side-to-their-story.html' title='Is there another side to their story?'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2227263875705559979</id><published>2007-11-20T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:35:39.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kenneth Cole and I came up with an ingenious plan celebrate the A. on a budget of $53.20 or some ridiculous figure in view of the big savings plan. You have been warned. Do not embark on this if you are trying to impress some new chick. She will probably think that you are being cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It obviously cannot work because its December. Malls, credit cards and restaurants are all conspiring to take that last dollar from you with the seemingly "in-the-background" Christmas carols, the "exclusive" card privileges and the "eat-now-diet-later" buffets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I screwed the budget and signed us up for a CPR Heartsavers course instead. Sure its more than $53.20 but at least there will be some guaranteed heart pumping and mouth-to-mouth action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2227263875705559979?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2227263875705559979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2227263875705559979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2227263875705559979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2227263875705559979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/anniversary.html' title='The Anniversary'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1433215097295566032</id><published>2007-11-15T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:22:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Dirty 30!</title><content type='html'>GALS LETS PARTY TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER THE DAYS WHEN WE DRINK @ZOUK &amp;amp; GET REALLY DRUNK? WE SCREAM WHEN ITS RAINING MAN (OR AT LEAST I AM THE ONLY ONE SCREAMING). WHEN THE DRUMS ROLL AND THE BASS COMES, LARA LETS HER HAIR DOWN, SWINGS HER HIPS WHILE SEAMONKEY GRADUALLY MOVES TO THE BEAT AND RIBENA GETS COMPLETELY LOST WITH DONT KNOW WHO (HAHHAHAHAHA). DAYS WHEN OUR EYES ROAMED AND HIT ON THE SWINGING BACHELORS. DAYS WHEN WE DONT HIT OUR SACKS TILL 4AM AFTER THE DISCO CLOSES AT 3PM. DAYS WHEN YOU KNOW ALL MY DARK SECRETS COS I AM GONE WITH ONE FLAMING PIECE OF SHIT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THOSE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE-LIVED IT TOMORROW? MINUS THE FLAMING PIECE OF SHIT. MINUS THE PUKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6TH SENSE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1433215097295566032?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1433215097295566032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1433215097295566032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1433215097295566032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1433215097295566032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/smashing-dirty-30.html' title='Smashing Dirty 30!'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4457986729409265665</id><published>2007-11-15T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:52:37.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty 30</title><content type='html'>As Seamonkey puts it, rene's Dirty 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Thirty, Thirty Dirty, Dirty makes Thirty Dirty and Thirty makes Dirty Thirty. I sell seashells on the seashores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did these two words get coined together? Shed some light...pls will ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recalled back the list of todos I wrote on this blog few months back. Here's check done/undone time~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) From 57kg, I wanna go right down to 52kg. So that's 5 kg to shed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NOT DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Improve my golf skills to hit at least 150m (range I mean) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NOT DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pick up a dance or a language which I really like and continue practising for long term. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Go for an eyebrow re-embroidery. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(DONE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do my eye lasik&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(DONE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do a gals night out at Bangkok and have really good fun. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(NOT DONE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do something really impromptu - totally unplanned, totally unknown, totally "just do it" spirit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(NOT DONE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 out of 7 - this is no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense (...what else before 30 becomes dirty?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4457986729409265665?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4457986729409265665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4457986729409265665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4457986729409265665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4457986729409265665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/dirty-30.html' title='Dirty 30'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6288822798523056815</id><published>2007-11-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:34:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Dramas, iLike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am feeling warm and fuzzy after watching the Korean movie "My Girl and I" off Ch 62 (so much for a Sun eve, huh). And, Thank God for Korean Dramas... No i'm not an avid Korean Drama Fan but i must say that they do help when you're not entirely in the brightest of spirits and perhaps when you temporarily stop believing in meeting that special someone... am feeling so much better already... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6288822798523056815?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6288822798523056815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6288822798523056815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6288822798523056815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6288822798523056815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/korean-dramas-ilike.html' title='Korean Dramas, iLike...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-6396094364706437113</id><published>2007-11-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:45:24.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seamonkey 1 : XBOX 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kenneth Cole's XBOX 360 suffered the fate of the dreaded three Rings of Death (or ROD as most XBOXers affectionately refer to it). Which means I have his utter and complete attention during his siesta....well, till it gets fixed anyway. For the record, it wasn't me. It just died on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed experientially without the little white box. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Sense, a penny for your thoughts? *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-6396094364706437113?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/6396094364706437113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=6396094364706437113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6396094364706437113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/6396094364706437113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/seamonkey-1-xbox-0.html' title='Seamonkey 1 : XBOX 0'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-5637068240183938824</id><published>2007-11-06T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:37:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQ</title><content type='html'>A sales job is likened to the job of a Geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to entertain all different type of clients, ranging from clients who work in the mafia industry right down to the decent salesman who opens a provision shop or a multinational organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geisha calls for a skill of wide general knowledge, to be able to speak from proper business terms to mafia language, ability to pally with the rough, the irritating ones and the decent good looking ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geisha smiles all the time, whether the client is nice or horrid, handsome or ugly, stupid or smart, irritating or watever. Its a case of smile, and all things will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the customer shouts, she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the customer screams at her stupidity, she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the life of a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salesman like me, smiles infront, curses at the back, smiles infront and black face at the back. Laugh when the jokes are mediocre, praise the fella even when his hair's in a mess, act cool when you are hard up for that order, get close even though you wanna stay 1km away, pretends its the best deal when you know its not the best, apologises when you make mistakes and apologises when your colleagues make mistakes, treat them to what they like to eat not what you like to eat, then I just pray that dont like Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is external PR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internally, smile to your sales colleagues cos you know they have tips that will help you, have breakfast with them and take their sexist joke cos you know they have tips that will help you, pretend to be grateful when your boss helps you to get that Order when you know he is trying to outshine you, smile to your logistic colleagues cos you know you rely on them to send out your goods, smile to the accounts department cos you dont want them breathing down your neck on your customers' outstanding bill, smile to the warehouse people cos they can jump queue when you need them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, may I ask, who SMILES to me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I am in a foul mood, super foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense &lt;em&gt;(will I stand the test of my EQ?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-5637068240183938824?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/5637068240183938824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=5637068240183938824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5637068240183938824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/5637068240183938824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/eq.html' title='EQ'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3033046521107043270</id><published>2007-11-02T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:02:53.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am writhing in pain.......</title><content type='html'>Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?Why must woman have menustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writhing in tummy cram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th Sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3033046521107043270?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3033046521107043270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-8882700245652693468</id><published>2007-11-02T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:32:22.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1408</title><content type='html'>Caught this show on DVD last night. Must add this to my favourite movie list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes, John Cusack a not so famous ghost writer writes about 10 haunted hotels. A much inspired writer with not so many enthusiastic fans, he continues his ghost trail despite his lack of popularity with the titles. Its a case of passion over reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His passion brought him to the Dolphine Hotel room 1408 in the busy streets of New York. 50 over deaths within a short time frame, and none last more than an hour in THAT room. Cusack's instinct was a clear mocking of the hotel manager played by Samuel L Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the initial few minutes, he was still cool as a cucumber, still in his state of disbelieve, until the clock radio turn on suddenly with the timer reading from 60mins...counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one lasted for more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets transported to different worlds, a world of pain where he sees his daughter Katie and his aging dad, to a world of witnessing the past few residents who stayed in 1408, how they committed suicide due to despair. Poor Cusack asked for help, they send people to his room. But Cusack wasnt there, he was clearly in the spiritual realm that he never believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast track...did he last an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died, story doesnt show if he lasted an hour but I believe he didnt. I might have missed  this part cos I was on the phone for quite a while...someone tell me if you have seen the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, did he believe the spiritual world now? I am sure he did, but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~6th sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-8882700245652693468?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/8882700245652693468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=8882700245652693468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8882700245652693468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/8882700245652693468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/11/1408.html' title='1408'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3650968318283394561</id><published>2007-10-30T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:16:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed to have friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I use to think that friends aren't that important. I learnt my independence from friends at a tender age of 8 where I was terribly osctricised due to a variety of reasons. Perhaps I was an ugly duckling and over-weight. I never quite fit in to any group. And also perhaps, I was too matured for my own good. I didn't understand the whole meaning behind "Eh, let's not friend so-and-so! If you want to friend her, you're not our friend." I'm like Huh? So childish one ah... So yeah, wasn't quite able to be on the same page with most people my age. I remembered that i use to come home crying to mum thinking that there's something sorely wrong with me, of why nobody loves me... I remembered mum just hugged me and told me what's most impt is that God loves me and my family loves me. The rest, nevermind... Oh well time passed i toughened up... to what i am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would say that i'm pretty strong in my own right. I use to even think that even if i'm the only one in this world and i don't have any friends, i'll still be able to survive. And to certain extent, some guys lament that i'm too much like a guy, my strength and independence is overbearing for them to handle. So ok, i learn and change to someone a lil softer. To start to let guys lead in terms of a relationship, to stop wearing the pants etc. I guess i've caved in too much that with the recent break-up, i experienced quite a fair bit of the 'pain'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Back to my initial point, "Friends". This post celebrates the beauty of "Friendship". That i'm glad that i've got friends supporting me and are constantly behind my back to make sure that i'm ok. Although the person that i really wish shd be in the picture but is not, i'll leave that out for the time being... i really shouldn't be too dependent on that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bottomline, Friends are important no matter what and they are my true gems. I feel totally blessed that they are my Friends for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Feeling much better already. Starting to be a lil more cheery... Thks to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3650968318283394561?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3650968318283394561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3650968318283394561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3650968318283394561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3650968318283394561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/blessed-to-have-friends.html' title='Blessed to have friends...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-4176379835106368247</id><published>2007-10-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:43:36.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson #63 in Social Networking Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Answer a question with a question. This is an excellent way of not revealing anything private about oneself and yet remaining an accomplished conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"So, when are you getting married?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(usually asked by the happily just-engaged, the just-marrieds and back from honeymoons, and the ones in their first year of blissful marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You: Smile. "So, when are you having kids?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"So, when are you having kids?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(usually asked by the happily just-knocked ups, the proud fathers-to-bes, and the ones who had their bawling baby less than a year ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You: Smile. "So, are you still having sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-4176379835106368247?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/4176379835106368247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=4176379835106368247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4176379835106368247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/4176379835106368247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/lesson-63-in-social-networking-skills.html' title='Lesson #63 in Social Networking Skills'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3336450723430639424</id><published>2007-10-28T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:13:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love + Technology don't mix...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all relish at the advent of technologies and the embrace of it to enhance our lives in work, or play. With technology, communication becomes much simpler. Just to mention a few, IM (MSN, Yahoo, Skype etc), IP telephony, emails, phone, texting, or even with social networking sites like Facebook, Twitter, Friendster etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ride on the superhighway of technology and the sophisticated communication methods, yes, they make us all the more efficient. So what happens if we're speaking in the context of LOVE. I suppose they do help in communication when it comes to keeping the 'flame alive' when the couple is in a long distance relationship. But i find it sorely cold when we're talking about the modern day context of courtship and love (within the same geographical location).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've embraced technology so much that we displace the traditional means of listening to his/her voice, going on dates/spending time with each other and perhaps even writing love letters/cards seem stoneage. The result: Absolute coldness which is totally impersonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observations:&lt;br /&gt;+ Men would rather IM than pick up the phone to talk to the girl that they are pursuing or currently seeing.&lt;br /&gt;+ Men would rather text than talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;+ Use IM to confront emotional issues rather than talk Face to face.&lt;br /&gt;+ And recently, communicate a break up via text. ("Wuss!" - As Sea Monkey aptly labels him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the modern men of today really that non-confrontational? Why do they have to hide behind technology to speak their mind and not face issues like a MAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what i'm saying here is, technology is good... and using technology to some extent in a relationship is still acceptable. But understanding the essence of the word "Balance" is key. That said in any given healthy relationship, there should be good dose of communication between the couple either via phone, and time spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... i'm just ranting, and perhaps the guys i've been out with are pure jerks. So then where have all the good men gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3336450723430639424?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3336450723430639424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3336450723430639424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3336450723430639424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3336450723430639424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-technology-dont-mix.html' title='Love + Technology don&apos;t mix...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3587342171569689188</id><published>2007-10-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:29:19.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on criagslist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After another hour of reading "Best of" on craigslist, I realised I'm as crazy as them for reading as they are writing to (their):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats (girlfriends'/neighbours'/strangers')&lt;br /&gt;2. Roaches in the house&lt;br /&gt;3. Fridge in the office&lt;br /&gt;4. Some guy on the subway&lt;br /&gt;5. Some girl on the subway&lt;br /&gt;6. Interns&lt;br /&gt;7. Pidgeons who eat up crap on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;8. Boobs&lt;br /&gt;9. Annoymous neighbours who leaves annoymous post-it notes on doors&lt;br /&gt;10. Stalkers&lt;br /&gt;11. Mudders-in-law&lt;br /&gt;12. Potential folks who may marry their ex-wives&lt;br /&gt;13. More cats (cat writers are just funnier than dog writers)&lt;br /&gt;14. New York/LA/Philly&lt;br /&gt;15. The President (theirs, not ours)&lt;br /&gt;16. Ipods&lt;br /&gt;17. Some chick who worships the devil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lou/106752674.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lou/106752674.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (this has to be one of the best, the &lt;em&gt;bestest&lt;/em&gt; excuses I've heard for dumping a guy)&lt;br /&gt;18. Vietnamese waxer&lt;br /&gt;19. People who would like to adopt a one-fin, special needs stuffed penguin&lt;br /&gt;20. Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3587342171569689188?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3587342171569689188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3587342171569689188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3587342171569689188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3587342171569689188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-on-criagslist.html' title='Still on criagslist...'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-2396103560549585023</id><published>2007-10-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:03:55.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craigslist</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Am. Addicted. To. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a non-participant of craigslist (I neither post nor answer to any services or listings - its is 40,000 miles not within my range), I still get a kick everytime I check out its "Best of" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; list. These folks are talented (and twisted) without knowing it. Its my current favourite skiving site at work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that, Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this posting on craigslist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love cat puke&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2007-04-14, 9:48PM CDT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After an 11-hour shift at work today, i just want to go home and relax. My cats wait for me by the door and yell for food. I crack open a can of 9Lives and split it 50/50 in bowls for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cat #1 is a hog and finishes his half first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*one minute passes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a nuclear reactor meltdown, cat #1 pukes all of his half back into his bowl, licks his chops and saunters away. Mission accomplished, everything is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*one more minute passes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cat #2 finishes his half, repositions himself in front of Cat #1's bowl, and eats all of Cat #1's regurgitation as well. Chops are licked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*one more minute passes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cat #2 volcanoes half of his stomach back into the same bowl. Cat #1, probably wondering now why he is still hungry, goes and eats Cat #2's fresh spew (which contained Cat #1's original blowout). It is somewhat surreal, as there is no left over cat puke, and the cats act as if nothing happened. In one way or another, dinner has been served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-2396103560549585023?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/2396103560549585023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=2396103560549585023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2396103560549585023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/2396103560549585023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/craigslist.html' title='craigslist'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-3734688405592476762</id><published>2007-10-23T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:04:15.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thy value worth measured in ?</title><content type='html'>In modern language, worth is measured by commercial organisation like Forbes by a person's asset - fixed and liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwek Leng Beng the property tycoon, valued at USD 3.6billion worth of assets. His value is governed by the hectares he owned and the huge sum of directors' fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong Li Ka Shing the all powerful figure of the SAR is valued at USD 18billion a year, a far cry from Kwek's 3.6billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move even further and we see Bill Gates, the drop out genious is whooping a handsome worth of more than 100 billion!! The website didnt even point a figure, just too huge I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Forbes did the 100 celebrity - ranking the most powerful and best paid celebrities. Fame kicks in and occupy a factor for measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fame, glory, and money that drives the measure of a man's worth on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to think what about the worth of the day to day man who takes the subways, eat a plate of $ 2.50 (if you still can find this price) Char Kway Teow, pays 70cents to read Straits Times, earning a sum enough to pay off the HDB loan, Insurance plans, one trip a year to Phuket or Bali (max), shop at Series not Zara, flags that occassional taxis when it rains, scrimp and save when Marriage is on the cards, in great euphoria when they receive a 3 months bonus which quickly disipates into the plans and loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy value worth measured in ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross over to the way God' measure of a human's worth. Our time on earth is temporary and our real worth is governed by how much we desire God, where we will be when we leave this earth. Our real worth is achieved when we sit beside God in our after-life. Our worth is a summation of the way we hold ourselves, our behaviours, our heart, our thinking. Our worth is measured by our works and our desire to serve and obey God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stark contrast from Forbes measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Forbes adopt the testament's way of measurement, who's in? or is everybody's out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unbelievable but I have the "6th Sense version" of measuring thy worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth is a summation of how a man treats his friends/family, his love &amp;amp; sacrifice for his family, his upright-ness in thoughts, his ability to garner respect from people around him, his ability to share his love and success, his ability to spread cheers and laughter and add to his own life and the life of others, his ability to create an impression through his virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is a MAN's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence, at deathbed, we ask not how much assets have been declared on the will, but how many people have you loved truly madly deeply in this life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Sense &lt;em&gt;(* in a very inspired mode to write this today)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-3734688405592476762?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/3734688405592476762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=3734688405592476762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3734688405592476762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/3734688405592476762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/thy-value-worth-measured-in.html' title='Thy value worth measured in ?'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-9056795207082208490</id><published>2007-10-17T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:52:13.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Active Aging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something interesting I read on today's copy of Mind Your Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the features today was "Sex can still be good in the golden years". It essentially presented some older folks who are still getting it on and having plenty of fun with it &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;how everyone can get on the game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interviewees was a Mdm C (with her full name and occupation declared in the article) who had designated Mondays as &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; day, said "We wake up late, go for a slow-paced breakfast, have lunch, and then we have out tender moments in the afternoon when we take our naps." For the less initiated, please read in between the lines &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to her for sharing this and shame on the rest of us who are usually hush-hush on our own sex lives, let alone declaring it on the national papers. Incidentally, Mdm C also has 2 grown-up children, aged 25 and 27. As I read the article, I wonder if her kids are thinking to themselves that Mondays are now really bad days for &lt;em&gt;geng&lt;/em&gt;ing MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-9056795207082208490?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/9056795207082208490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=9056795207082208490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9056795207082208490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/9056795207082208490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/active-aging.html' title='Active Aging'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743658191572283497.post-1710513389408342703</id><published>2007-10-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:06:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kboy and jgal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kenneth Cole and I attended kboy and jgal’s wedding and it was exactly what I needed. Who knows weddings can be a pick-me-up…especially one that takes place over two days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been trying to plan ours but its been most often a one-step forward, two-steps back scenario. More often than not, I feel like just taking off with KC and forget about all this preparation rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it helped that one of the wedding events was a champagne brunch which meant that we could kick back and get completely smashed. But seeing that big smile on kboy’s face, he looked really, really, genuinely happy to be married to jgal – that was the pick-me-up I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SeamonkeY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743658191572283497-1710513389408342703?l=a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/feeds/1710513389408342703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743658191572283497&amp;postID=1710513389408342703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1710513389408342703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743658191572283497/posts/default/1710513389408342703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-walk-in-our-mary-janes.blogspot.com/2007/10/kboy-and-jgal.html' title='kboy and jgal'/><author><name>Ribena, SeamonkeY, Lara and 6th Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230047470767898420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
