<?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-7246579</id><updated>2011-12-10T06:19:04.771+08:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='personal'/><category term='funny'/><category term='memes'/><category term='playground'/><category term='reminiscing'/><category term='beauty products'/><category term='macau'/><category term='random'/><category term='hong kong'/><category term='videos'/><category term='japan'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='rants'/><category term='makan'/><category term='pooch'/><category term='events'/><category term='updates'/><category term='photos'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Serendipity in the making...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>921</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4717206045910914675</id><published>2011-09-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:31:06.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>So many things, so little time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-dec11/time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, is it already the beginning of September?? Just like that, two thirds of the year have gone by…and as usual, I’m frantically trying to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been hectic, to say the least – trying to split myself multiple ways to make time for the new bf, family and friends…but that’s not to say I haven’t been enjoying myself thoroughly. It’s a far cry from the way 2011 started, and heck, it can only get better! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4717206045910914675?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4717206045910914675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4717206045910914675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4717206045910914675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4717206045910914675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So many things, so little time…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8456631075965079119</id><published>2011-07-10T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:25:37.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>What do the Muppets, Sesame Street and Angry Birds have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-dec11/IMG_5250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh so hard – quite cute, no? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8456631075965079119?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8456631075965079119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8456631075965079119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8456631075965079119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8456631075965079119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-do-muppets-sesame-street-and-angry.html' title='What do the Muppets, Sesame Street and Angry Birds have in common?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-1765344036930296639</id><published>2011-07-05T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:08:40.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Finally hitched! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha…that was on the backdrop at Shawna’s wedding dinner last Saturday…she and Thiban have been a couple for 11 years – longer than the entire time I’ve known her! :O Well…they started going out just before I met her in college so it’s not that big a difference in actual time…but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-dec11/shawna2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But in all the years I’ve known her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and to a lesser extent Thiban),&lt;/span&gt; they’ve always been most entertaining couple…having met Thiban here and there over the past decade and hearing stories from Shawna, there’s no doubt in my mind these two are just meant to be. They’re both crazy about each other&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (okay, second only to Thiban’s love for Volkswagen, who everyone knows too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are memories alright – like the time I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘kicked out’ &lt;/span&gt;of the room I shared with Shawna in Perth when Thiban came over for a holiday…okay, so I willingly went over to bunk with Mel to give them some privacy, but only because she asked nicely! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the hilarious moments we had with our South African and American flatmates ‘prettifying’ the boys…wahahaha…and of course, our perfect match of quirks – FYI I used to mumble in my sleep…and funnily enough, she would answer me in her sleep! Yes, we’re weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on…but I shan’t. This shall become fodder for the time we next meet up and get tipsy over some cocktails, yeah? :) Got plenty to catch up on too, especially now since we only JUST discovered we have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even)&lt;/span&gt; more connections in common that we'd originally thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-dec11/shawna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So congratulations again dearie, and here’s wishing you and Thiban a loving, fun and awesome life together!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and faster, I want a mini-Shawna or mini-Thiban to spoil rotten…)&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/7246579-1765344036930296639?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1765344036930296639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=1765344036930296639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1765344036930296639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1765344036930296639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally-hitched-d.html' title='Finally hitched! :D'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5209848829262682246</id><published>2011-07-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:28:39.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking off the second half of 2011…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-dec11/owen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet the latest addition to the extended family – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owen Chia&lt;/span&gt;. This little feller rang in the second half of 2011, arriving at 2.45am on 1 July and weighing in at 2.75kg. Guess his home was just too comfy, since he was due in late June but just didn’t want to come out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the proud parents Jaime and Bernard…and let the sleepless nights begin! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wink*&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/7246579-5209848829262682246?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5209848829262682246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5209848829262682246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5209848829262682246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5209848829262682246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/kicking-off-second-half-of-2011.html' title='Kicking off the second half of 2011…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8987829455973366955</id><published>2011-06-15T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:21:56.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Who made you king of anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there’s one thing I hate, its people who tell you what to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘for your own good’&lt;/span&gt;. Even more when it comes from people who previously said you were great just the way you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say all you want, but actions really speak louder than words – quite simply, if you SAY you want to remain friends but don’t bother to stay in touch and still make comments like you have any control or impact over my life? I’d say please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.O.A.D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for giving me the way out – I no longer have to listen to you telling me I look like I’ve gained weight, I don’t need your feigned concern, and I definitely don’t need you to ask me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘how my diet’s going’&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘what’s my weight’&lt;/span&gt;. All it’s doing is chipping away at my self-esteem, and I’m better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way? Next time please fix your own problems before you get all righteous about fixing other people. This one’s for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eR7-AUmiNcA" allowfullscreen="" width="550" frameborder="0" height="343"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table&lt;br /&gt;While I look outside&lt;br /&gt;So many things I’d say if only I were able&lt;br /&gt;But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got opinions, man&lt;br /&gt;We’re all entitled to them, but I never asked&lt;br /&gt;So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine&lt;br /&gt;And get out of here fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one here to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sound so innocent, all full of good intent&lt;br /&gt;Swear you know best&lt;br /&gt;But you expect me to jump up on board with you&lt;br /&gt;And ride off into your delusional sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps&lt;br /&gt;You got the talking down, just not the listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy&lt;br /&gt;While I just hurt and hide&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold your crown, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Sara Bareilles, King of Anything&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/7246579-8987829455973366955?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8987829455973366955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8987829455973366955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8987829455973366955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8987829455973366955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-made-you-king-of-anything.html' title='Who made you king of anything?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eR7-AUmiNcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3961644877047282133</id><published>2011-05-31T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:32:11.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of something new…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/beginnings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew this holiday would turn out to be the start of something beautiful? Maybe the rainbow really was a sign... :)&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/7246579-3961644877047282133?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3961644877047282133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3961644877047282133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3961644877047282133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3961644877047282133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/05/start-of-something-new.html' title='Start of something new…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2080305792121789462</id><published>2011-05-13T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:27:55.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>William and Kate…fairytale ending?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s been about two weeks since the world’s eyes were all aimed at London when Prince William &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(finally) &lt;/span&gt;married Kate Middleton. Granted, I was in Macau when the whole deal was going down, but it’s not like I could have missed it, as EVERY SINGLE CHANNEL on TV was airing something on the wedding – fashion &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what she wore)&lt;/span&gt;, beauty &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(her makeup)&lt;/span&gt;, history &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(their journey)&lt;/span&gt;, politics &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who was/wasn’t invited)&lt;/span&gt;, entertainment &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who could miss a certain namesake princess’ headgear faux pas?)&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I found it most amusing that people are now likening the wedding pics to none other than Cinderella! A little bit of creative colouring with Photoshop and anything’s possible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/cinderella-willkate_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What was a so-so resemblance and unusual coincidence became a hilarious source of amusement when I saw the tweaked version below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/cinderella-willkate_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL!! The hair colours were reversed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since in this case Kate is the brunette),&lt;/span&gt; a quick colour change for the outfits and you can see why I’m in stitches over the finished product. The ‘evil stepsisters’ were cousins in this case, but no less ridiculous with the headgear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good-natured jibes of course…and congratulations to the happy couple! :D Here’s hoping you both have the fairytale ending Cinderella had…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2080305792121789462?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2080305792121789462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2080305792121789462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2080305792121789462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2080305792121789462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/05/william-and-katefairytale-ending.html' title='William and Kate…fairytale ending?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5302937286049644633</id><published>2011-05-09T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:46:54.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Strong Enough…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LDX1y9mvahM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="406" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rest against this cold, hard wall,&lt;br /&gt;Will you pass me by?&lt;br /&gt;Will you criticise me as I sit and cry?&lt;br /&gt;I had fought so hard and thought that all my battles had been won,&lt;br /&gt;Only to find the war has just begun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He not strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is He not pure enough?&lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out, and start again,&lt;br /&gt;Is He not brave enough?&lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me,&lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one chance to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my weakness for an hour make me suffer for a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to be made whole again?&lt;br /&gt;If I feel renewed and find forgiveness, find the strength I've never had,&lt;br /&gt;Will my scars forever ruin all God's plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He not strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is He not pure enough?&lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out, and start again,&lt;br /&gt;Is He not brave enough?&lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me,&lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one chance to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my life into his hands and it turned it all around,&lt;br /&gt;In my most desperate circumstance,&lt;br /&gt;It's there I finally found…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That You are strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;That You are pure enough,&lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out and start again,&lt;br /&gt;That You are brave enough,&lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank you for my chance to start again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Stacey Orrico, Strong Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5302937286049644633?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5302937286049644633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5302937286049644633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5302937286049644633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5302937286049644633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/05/strong-enough.html' title='Strong Enough…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LDX1y9mvahM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3194436062446410998</id><published>2011-05-05T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:30:03.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>It’s about being with the right people…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/sad-right.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by and I’ve had time to calm myself, reflect and look back at events that have happened, what could or might have been, and how things transpired, I’m more and more convinced that what happened was for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also thankful that it happened at a time where something could be done about it instead of being stuck a few years down the road and being even more miserable in the end and not having a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sad? Of course, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. It’s always sad when the investment of your heart into someone doesn’t work out the way you want it to especially when you’ve put in years, but then again life is unpredictable and full of surprises. Thank God for friends who’ve been there to pick up the pieces and lend a listening ear when I needed it. True enough, you find out who your real friends are when the chips are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose out? No – if anything, I feel I’ve gained a better insight into myself and what I’m capable of over the past two months. I had previously been trying to please other people thinking that gaining their affection and approval was worth losing my character and personality for. However, I know now I’m worth more than I was made to feel like, and I’m not going to lose sight of that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new sense of freedom and discovery awaits…can’t wait to see what’s in store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3194436062446410998?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3194436062446410998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3194436062446410998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3194436062446410998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3194436062446410998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-about-being-with-right-people.html' title='It’s about being with the right people…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4104309431585721012</id><published>2011-05-04T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:16:57.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macau'/><title type='text'>Back from Macau and HK…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL…yes, I’m back in one piece, and survived the 3-day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'SG-Macau-HK-Macau-SG' &lt;/span&gt;hops of the journey despite falling sick on the first night thanks to the drizzling rain and cold weather, accommodation glitches in Hong Kong and ah, I’ll save the long stories for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, just a couple of photos to mark the occasion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/bee-macauhk_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/bee-macauhk_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time spent in HK was just far too short – not enough shopping, not enough food and not enough sightseeing! I’ll see you again someday… :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4104309431585721012?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4104309431585721012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4104309431585721012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4104309431585721012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4104309431585721012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-from-macau-and-hk.html' title='Back from Macau and HK…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3617975747784507909</id><published>2011-04-27T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:14:06.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Strangers, Again...</title><content type='html'>Everyone who's ever been in a relationship should watch this..the soundtrack's pretty awesome as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY" allowfullscreen="" width="580" frameborder="0" height="354"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3617975747784507909?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3617975747784507909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3617975747784507909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3617975747784507909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3617975747784507909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/strangers-again.html' title='Strangers, Again...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5318060896879970165</id><published>2011-04-27T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:24:00.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting yourself…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/memories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(occasionally wise)&lt;/span&gt; words of the cousin ‘in-law’ – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“When your mind is confused, trust your heart. When your heart is uncertain, trust your judgement.”&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/7246579-5318060896879970165?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5318060896879970165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5318060896879970165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5318060896879970165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5318060896879970165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/trusting-yourself.html' title='Trusting yourself…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3685724185485779069</id><published>2011-04-26T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:16:06.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>World Gourmet Summit 2011…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Gourmet Summit 2011&lt;/span&gt; is taking place from 25 April – 8 May 2011 at Marina Bay Sands, and by a stroke of luck I got to attend the launch reception with Erin. What transpired was an evening of food, fun and well, making some people hungry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG the array of food – it was a gastronomic adventure for sure. From St Regis Singapore to The Grand Hyatt and Prime Society, we ate our way from one station to another…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/wgs2011_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just some of the items we sampled &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(row by row, L-R)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemongrass fairy floss with cheese cubes; Coddled Egg with Caviar and Toast Soldiers &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(served in a sea urchin shell!)&lt;/span&gt;; Prawn, Scallop and Melon Salad; Marinated Wagyu Beef on Mash; Seared Sea Perch with Cheese and Roe; Roast Wagyu Beef with Pumpkin and Asparagus; Scallops on Blinis with Caramelised Onions; Gravad Lax, Asparagus Wafer Cone with Ham Filling; Seared Salmon on Salad Greens&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I can’t remember what the burger looking thing with the dropper sticking out was called, but it was awesome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I got most of the names right – to be honest, I was more busy trying to balance my ever-full plate, take pics AND manoeuvre through the large crowd there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/wgs2011_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the pics were taken with my iPhone 3GS, hence the rather blurry pics – but I loved this ‘inverted chocolate strawberry’. Instead of dipping strawberries in chocolate, they dipped chocolate into strawberry consommé instead and served it with chocolate crumbs and freshly chopped strawberries. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/wgs2011_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the photo album…good memories!&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/7246579-3685724185485779069?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3685724185485779069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3685724185485779069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3685724185485779069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3685724185485779069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-gourmet-summit-2011.html' title='World Gourmet Summit 2011…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3646749064241051437</id><published>2011-04-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:01:00.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s a Good Friday... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/easterbunny1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know Good Friday is a day of reflection, but I can’t help but smile…it’s a public holiday in Singapore, which means......I’m back in KL for the long weekend! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3646749064241051437?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3646749064241051437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3646749064241051437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3646749064241051437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3646749064241051437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-good-friday.html' title='It’s a Good Friday... :)'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8318815289583065534</id><published>2011-04-19T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:49:50.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>Taking a step back in time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was at the Singapore Flyer last weekend, I came across this portion of the building that had been done up with plenty of vintage items to give the feel of an old-time hawker street – not unlike Penang in the 60s I reckon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no I wasn’t around then, but I’ve seen pics…hehe…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/timewarp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The thing is, I actually recognised quite a few of the items from stuff my grandparents had in their old house in Seremban, and it brought back a twinge of nostalgia. Sometimes I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"good ol' days"&lt;/span&gt; the senior folk always talk about really were better than the hustle and bustle of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, you know you’re of a certain age when you’re old enough to remember the days of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘kampung’&lt;/span&gt; living! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8318815289583065534?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8318815289583065534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8318815289583065534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8318815289583065534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8318815289583065534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/taking-step-back-in-time.html' title='Taking a step back in time…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2155926645400008059</id><published>2011-04-18T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:01:17.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Finally…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/sgflyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can’t believe it took me almost 14 months of living in Singapore to finally go on the Singapore Flyer! Was it worth it? It’s a resounding yes – and I want to come back for the night flight! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2155926645400008059?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2155926645400008059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2155926645400008059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2155926645400008059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2155926645400008059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally.html' title='Finally…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7407827783904265448</id><published>2011-04-11T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:25:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/nevertoolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7407827783904265448?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7407827783904265448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7407827783904265448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7407827783904265448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7407827783904265448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-time.html' title='It’s time…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4578492773217700375</id><published>2011-04-04T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:47:54.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Counting blessings…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though the past couple of months have been seriously trying my physical, emotional and psychological limits, I really need to be reminded that the past year that I’ve stayed in Singapore have not been without its better moments. And since I haven’t exactly been updating this blog for the better part of a year, I really need to take stock of these moments just so I don’t forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Going for Chippendales the Friday just after I arrived with the #evurl girls for Xin’s hens night – we were pretty tame by all accounts, but still a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heading back home for Xin’s wedding in May – and seeing Em’s influence of dresses playing a part in our choice of garb for the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heading to Club Med Bintan in June for the company offsite…the place was simply gorgeous, and I’d really love to go back there someday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heading to Sandakan in East Malaysia with the family and friends in August – plenty of good food, including a 10-course lobster, crab and garoupa meal for 11 people at just a couple hundred ringgit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to work, I also got to head to Hanoi in September – granted, I didn’t exactly do that much sight-seeing or shopping, but it was an interesting experience nonetheless, and I got to cross another ASEAN country off my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘to visit’&lt;/span&gt; list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just goes to show that even though we’re apart doesn’t mean you’re forgotten – had a slightly belated birthday celebration with the #evurl girls in November…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got absolutely pampered at a Pantene tea party and ended up looking like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘mak datin’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I didn’t think so but was told as such!)&lt;/span&gt;, plus got featured in the Malay Mail AND Female magazine in November on two separate articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The start of 2011 was definitely a big challenge, and let’s just say the ringing in of the new year at midnight kinda sucked, but at least the rest of the day wasn’t a complete loss with a Japanese brunch with the girls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;…and still having time to catch up with old &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and some new) &lt;/span&gt;friends at Huei’s wedding on New Year’s…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Despite running back and forth between Singapore and KL, I’ve still managed to catch up relatively regularly with my paternal grandma – 91 and still going yo! :D I don’t see her as often as I’d like, but nevertheless it’s worth the extra time just to drive to Seremban to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And in the midst of it all, a mad family – they forget to tell me things, ignore me and sometimes even forget all about me, but what’s a girl gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Having a rather insane bunch of mad colleagues in Singapore has helped keep the working environment bearable so far…although I’ve been on the verge of hurling things over the cubicle walls at some point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got to catch Kumar’s Amazing Race at Esplanade…plus met a fellow blogger I’ve been following online for the longest time. I just can’t believe it took us nearly a year of me being in Singapore to finally meet face to face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I caught Voyage de la Vie on Sentosa in February – although there are mixed memories about this trip, the show itself was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meeting a bunch of fun salsa people in the past six months…and if you’re wondering about the food and wine, at least the dancing helped burn off the calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feeling all glammed up at the Burberry event…and hamming it up with the laydees! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even got to put on a Burberry trench in the process…shiok or what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/blessings_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And last but not least, the mad mutt that never fails to get a smile out of me even on my crappiest day…she’s getting on in years and I’ll probably bawl my eyes out when it’s time, but for now she’s still just as entertaining as ever…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*can’t wait to see her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’ve just moved into a room of my own – and this is pretty much the first time I’ve really stayed on my own. Previously in Australia, I always had a roommate or shared a place with friends, and for the first year here I shared a room so there was always someone to talk to. Now, the silence at night is a bit unnerving, really…wonder how long that will take to get used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4578492773217700375?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4578492773217700375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4578492773217700375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4578492773217700375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4578492773217700375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/counting-blessings.html' title='Counting blessings…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2575727521539863088</id><published>2011-04-01T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:35:24.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>How things have changed…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend posted up some photos from my university days about a week back on Facebook, and I must say, it was quite a shock to see how I looked like back then. I had lost quite a bit of weight when I got back from Perth, but it wasn’t until recently that I’d noticed exactly how much I’d lost since coming over to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/memory-2004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken back in mid-2004 with Mel at an amusement park. Best part – when my colleagues saw this, they literally fell off their chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? Well, this photo was taken a couple of weeks back at a friend’s birthday party…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/memory-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dunno about the rest of you, but I'm quite shocked! When I think back about the total amount of weight lost, it’s probably hovering around the 30kg mark…sure, my weight’s fluctuated over the years but I guess I never really saw it until now so thought I’d Just make a note of it for posterity’s sake! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and no, it's not an April Fool's joke... :p&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/7246579-2575727521539863088?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2575727521539863088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2575727521539863088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2575727521539863088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2575727521539863088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-things-have-changed.html' title='How things have changed…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8426877311738587121</id><published>2011-03-31T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:14:51.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>10 lessons to learn from Japan…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/japan_earthquake-tsunami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost 3 weeks since the earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, and I have been time and time again impressed by the way the Japanese have conducted themselves and gone about rebuilding their lives. The note below I got this morning just says it all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. THE CALM - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. THE DIGNITY -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. THE ABILITY -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn’t fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. THE GRACE -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. THE ORDER - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6. THE SACRIFICE - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7. THE TENDERNESS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong cared for the weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8. THE TRAINING -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they did just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;9. THE MEDIA -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No silly reporters. Only calm reportage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10. THE CONSCIENCE - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I cannot imagine Malaysians reacting in the same way…or many other countries for that matter. It’s something we should all strive towards, although hopefully it won’t ever need to be tested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8426877311738587121?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8426877311738587121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8426877311738587121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8426877311738587121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8426877311738587121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-lessons-to-learn-from-japan.html' title='10 lessons to learn from Japan…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4918095031016713909</id><published>2011-03-28T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:26:11.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Finally back!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, I must say I haven’t been updating this blog for the better part of a year – after much tinkering, I’ve decided to shift over to the new template just to have a bit of a change…as well as make it easier to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a choice shot, this is the highlight of my month so far…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-jun11/bridgette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before you ask, no, the baby’s not mine…the proud mama is actually on the left. Was at my colleague’s baby’s full moon party last weekend, and little Bridgette is just a cute little button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be back… I’ve got plenty of photos and news to catch up on, but here’s hoping the new template will get me inspired! :D So many changes have happened in the time I was gone - not all of them were good, but now that things are slowly settling down it's probably a good time to get back to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, did anyone miss me...? Hahahaha...&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/7246579-4918095031016713909?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4918095031016713909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4918095031016713909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4918095031016713909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4918095031016713909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-back-d.html' title='Finally back!! :D'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-79546368548687515</id><published>2010-06-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:19:46.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Oh my, has it really been that long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun2010/sanniv6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The affair started one cold winter’s night in Australia six years ago while I was online talking to some friends. Little did I know what this relationship would become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were there when I left Australia to come back to work in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were there when I had my heart well and truly broken for the first time, and helped me pick up the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were there as I followed my wanderlust bug to Singapore, Bangkok, LA, Madrid, London, Barcelona, Batam and even East Malaysia (such a hodgepodge list, but so much fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were there when I changed jobs, and recorded the awesome time I had doing musicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were there when I finally decided to go work in Singapore, and countless family events (and learnt I have a most entertaining family).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were there through the funny, sad, good and bad times, and so many other moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But most importantly, even though I don’t keep in touch regularly, you’re still there as a reminder of moments that have been, the present and what could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never tire of going back through the memories to see what I was and how I felt to become what I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been an amazing six years, and hopefully a relationship that will continue. Who thought I’d last this long? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-79546368548687515?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/79546368548687515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=79546368548687515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/79546368548687515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/79546368548687515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-has-it-really-been-that-long.html' title='Oh my, has it really been that long?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7052050989705577699</id><published>2010-05-20T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:01:57.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>I can’t stand it...must...say...something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had been looking forward to returning to London in 2012 for the Olympics since it’s one of my favourite places to visit. However, I’m starting to have serious doubts after seeing the mascots that were recently unveiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun2010/london2012mascots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wenlock and Mandeville &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(named after two small English towns)&lt;/span&gt; were inspired by a children’s author, but err...despite the long background to the story &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100519/ap_on_sp_ol/oly_london2012_mascot;_ylt=AuYakI.rNEXHMOWUs7kspwcyNbgF"&gt;you can read about it here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; when I look at them, all I’m reminded of is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun2010/simpsonsalien.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the one-eyed alien from The Simpsons show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......I’m sorry, this is a total fail...... &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/7246579-7052050989705577699?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7052050989705577699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7052050989705577699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7052050989705577699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7052050989705577699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-stand-itmustsaysomething.html' title='I can’t stand it...must...say...something...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3622030330230312747</id><published>2010-05-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:28:22.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting things into perspective...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun2010/mermaid_whale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be a mermaid or a whale?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3622030330230312747?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3622030330230312747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3622030330230312747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3622030330230312747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3622030330230312747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/05/putting-things-into-perspective.html' title='Putting things into perspective...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7307604167784801589</id><published>2010-03-03T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:31:23.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy 90th Birthday Granny!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/mama-90bday_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not bad for an old lady eh? We’re all thankful she’s still going strong – even if she does mix up all our names at one point or another (!!) Nevertheless, there’s nothing like still having a grandma around to keep you on your toes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you’ve read my previous posts you’ll know what I mean!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/mama-90bday_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We celebrated her birthday in Genting during our recent family reunion, but it kinda sucks not being able to see her today. She’s gotten so tiny over the years that the cake we got her looks huge by comparison &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the difference in the top photo was further emphasised by Kim’s photo taking skills!) &lt;/span&gt;but Happy Birthday Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** She’ll probably never read this since she doesn’t particularly like computers or understand how they work, but it’s more for my sentiment. :) How often do people still have a living grandparent who reaches 90? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(and if you do, please make the most of it!)&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/7246579-7307604167784801589?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7307604167784801589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7307604167784801589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7307604167784801589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7307604167784801589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-90th-birthday-granny.html' title='Happy 90th Birthday Granny!! :)'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-1116602757336915433</id><published>2010-02-08T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:03:14.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>This – Is – Ridiculous…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/fan10066071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else find the daily news getting more and more ludicrous by the day? First we had reports that female college and university students were being persuaded to go without panties on Valentine’s Day to demonstrate their ‘true love’ for their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we have this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/2/8/nation/5633918&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Don’t take off your undies, urges anti-Valentine group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A non-governmental organisation is up in arms against Valentine’s Day and a plan to get a group of students to go without panties on that day. The Secretariat Against Social Ills Penang (Urusetia Menangani Gejala Sosial Pulau Pinang or Unggas) fears that the “no panties” promotion, now going on at higher learning institutions in Shah Alam, may soon find its way into secondary schools if not checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It said a random survey conducted at several Penang schools showed that some students were aware of the matter. Unggas co-ordinator Nurfitri Amir Muhammad said a few of its teacher activists were even surprised to find students openly discussing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;“We do not have any evidence if such an event is being organised among the secondary school students here, but the fact that secondary students are aware of such a promotion requires serious attention,” he told a press conference in Bagan Lalang here yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(And what attention would that be? How are you going to be able to check whether or not the female students are wearing underwear or not? Spot-check ah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;On Jan 29, The Star reported that female students in higher learning institutes in Shah Alam were being persuaded not to wear panties on Valentine’s Day as an expression of true love for their boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(By the way, Valentine’s Day falls on a Sunday which is also Chinese New Year – hello, it’s a public holiday?? So hardworking got classes ah? Besides, if they’re going to, they’re going to...what can you do?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The “no-panties” promotion, being held for the first time, has apparently been gaining interest among the students who are passing the news by word of mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Can someone please explain how NOT wearing underwear is an expression of true love? Are the guys going to let their goods dangle free too as an expression of THEIR ‘true love’? Any guy who plays the “If you love me you’ll do this” card deserves a swift kick to the family jewels and a “well, if YOU loved me you wouldn’t make me do this”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nurfitri claimed that some couples who celebrated Valentine’s Day ended up having a sex party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Really…and what constitutes a ‘sex party’? A couple? Threesome? Or a flat-out orgy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He said Unggas with the Ulama Association of Malaysia (Penang Chapter), Angkatan Pemuda Pemudi Islam and Komuniti Suara Kehidupan recently started a “Valentine’s Day Trap” (Jerat Valentine’s Day) campaign to caution the people against negative activities during Valentine’s Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ermm…don’t you all have anything better to do than to go spying on people?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He said a team of about 500 volunteers from the organisations began distributing posters and VCDs, and would later conduct talks in night markets and other public places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Funny how only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; they’re going all up in arms over this – if it was such an issue, shouldn’t it have been an already ongoing campaign?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;“On Valentine’s night, we will conduct a preventive operation called Operasi Sayang Remaja at Queensbay Mall in Gurney Drive and along the Butterworth Outer Ring Road stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Okay, the name of the operation sounds so WRONG – Operasi Sayang Remaja? Love Teen Operation/ Teen Love Operation? Are you kidding me?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Since, we do not have enforcement powers like Jakim officers, we will concentrate on counseling and advising couples against committing adultery,” he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(So you’re going to ambush couples, give them a counseling session and let them go? I’m sure that’s going to be very effective…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nurfitri said National Registration Department statistics showed that about 257,000 births were registered without their fathers’ names between 2000 and July 2008. He said 70,430 babies were born out of wedlock between 1999 and 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I’m curious – do they have the breakdown of these births by state and race…because I have a feeling the results are going to be fascinating…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, news like this just makes me want to cry – but I’m not sure whether it’s with laughter at the sheer lunacy of it, or over the apparent loss of common sense and rational thinking amongst some parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-1116602757336915433?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1116602757336915433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=1116602757336915433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1116602757336915433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1116602757336915433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-ridiculous.html' title='This – Is – Ridiculous…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6102853560922724381</id><published>2010-01-25T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:27:19.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>How’s this for combating the Monday blues?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/6744.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know anyone who’s actually done this, but just the thought of it…hey, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be pretty interesting!! :D Anyone wanna try? LOL...&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/7246579-6102853560922724381?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6102853560922724381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6102853560922724381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6102853560922724381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6102853560922724381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/hows-this-for-combating-monday-blues.html' title='How’s this for combating the Monday blues?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6119927290562172612</id><published>2010-01-21T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:50:01.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t confuse me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With all the controversy surrounding the A-word &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah, you know which one I mean!), &lt;/span&gt;some absolutely mind-boggling sentiments have been flying around. Honestly, if these people would just take a step back, calm down, BREATHE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so that their faces aren’t always purple from huffing and puffing into those portable megaphones) &lt;/span&gt;and actually think rationally about it…we’d all be so much better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best argument came in an email I got this morning which I’ve modified slightly and pasted below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/ayah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a nutshell that should pretty accurately reflect the sentiment of the arguments flying around, ‘nuff said.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&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/7246579-6119927290562172612?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6119927290562172612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6119927290562172612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6119927290562172612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6119927290562172612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-confuse-me.html' title='Don’t confuse me…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3554661230640918193</id><published>2010-01-04T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:33:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/reviews2010/2010_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s the first working day of 2010, and it seems to be a case of so far so good…new stuff to use, new outlook on the year…let’s hope it stays on this tangent! I chose not to make specific resolutions this year, simply because I’d had a few too many ‘conditions’ to adhere to the past few months of 2009, and it ended with rather a huge disappointment and bad reaction so I’m instead going to try sticking to these broad themes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. RE-discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/2010_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh where do I start? I realized I’ve been getting into rather a rut when it comes to certain things and that certainly won’t do when there’s a whole world out there to discover! There are things that I’d almost all but forgotten I’d loved, or had to give up because of circumstance…like performing, for one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I’m going to try and get back to doing some of the activities I used to do, and relook some of the things that I was a bit scared to try. Who knows, I may just find some old loves, and maybe end up discovering some new ones in the process too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. RE-evaluate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/2010_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve had the time &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or spent the time) &lt;/span&gt;to really sit down and reevaluate the various areas of my life – relationships, church, work, life…and this will be the year to do it. After all, I’ll be hitting the big 3-0 next year, so this would be a good time to finally check some items off my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“things to do before I’m 30”&lt;/span&gt; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this would also extend to the material possessions…which means finances &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gulp!)&lt;/span&gt; as well as sorting through the mountains of stuff I’ve amassed over the years. Time to streamline!! The ultimate goal is to turn my room into my own little den oasis &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(complete with entertainment system and supplies!) &lt;/span&gt;I’ve definitely got way more than what can possibly fit into the room and not enough space for what I’d really like to have in it in the first place, so let’s see what happens eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. RE-juvenate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/2010_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By comparison, I traveled more this year compared to last year, but closer to home &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ie. up North to Bangkok, and down South to Singapore and Batam)&lt;/span&gt; partly due to the job change. I miss traveling overseas, and now that we don’t have the problem of worrying about having to fork out RM1,200 for a UK visa I’m game to go again! :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it’s heaps cheaper to purchase tickets to Europe when you fly via London…I only paid about RM1,300 in 2008 for return flights and 4 night’s stay at a 4-star hotel in Barcelona – compare that to the RM4,000 I paid just for my plane ticket to London! And before you start, I was planning to go to London to begin with…you can’t imagine the shopping there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling is my way of blowing off steam &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ermm…and makes the biggest dent in my wallet!) &lt;/span&gt;but I’m actually aiming to rejuvenate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt; myself and my finances this year, so let’s see how that goes! :D At the very least, Bangkok and Singapore beckon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that in a nutshell, are my goals for the year…with THIS underlying theme…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/reviews2010/2010_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve spent too much time worrying about what other people think, and not enough about what I think. That’s the ONE THING that I’m bent on changing!! :) What about you?&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/7246579-3554661230640918193?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3554661230640918193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3554661230640918193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3554661230640918193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3554661230640918193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8417406643708671575</id><published>2010-01-01T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:07:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/reviews2010/lookingback-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that 2009 has just come and gone in the blink of an eye. Looking back at the posts throughout the year, I realized that 2009 was a mixed year for me…I definitely enjoyed parts of it, but there were also morose moments which I’m not going to go into here. Instead, I thought I’d choose to recount some of the more memorable parts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/primary-school-mini-reunion.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mini-reunion&lt;/span&gt; with some primary school mates&lt;/a&gt; that I really enjoyed as we pored through old photos and laughed about things old and new. They had another one recently, but I couldn’t make it since I had another event to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of the &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaime-bernard-100109.html"&gt;cousins got married&lt;/a&gt;. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic about it but it made for a pretty quiet CNY. Plus now my grandma is getting increasingly itchy to see the remaining ones married off! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/bye09_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had the extreme pleasure of seeing &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-archuleta-live-in-malaysia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; perform LIVE in Kuala Lumpur&lt;/a&gt;…and damn if I didn’t fall hook, line and sinker for him…LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely thankful that both my grandmas are still alive, not to mention still quite hale and hearty&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *touch wood*.&lt;/span&gt; Both aren’t without &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandmasyou-gotta-love-them.html"&gt;their unique quirks&lt;/a&gt; which have given me quite a few laughs over the years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed jobs in 2009 – from Text 100 to a boutique agency called Sirius PR. Managed to take a two month break in between too – and spent some time in Singapore, Batam &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(had fun there, but there are also some memories there that I don’t really want to remember) &lt;/span&gt;and closer to home in Kuching too…for the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainforest-world-music-festival.html"&gt;Rainforest World Music Festival&lt;/a&gt;. Now THAT was a fun trip, and we’re gaming to go again in 2010. Anyone else want to come along for the next instalment? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to visit the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/kuala-gandah-elephant-sanctuary.html"&gt;Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt; over the long Raya weekend that saw us playing with the pachyderms and eat some really cheap food too…yummers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September and October saw the house undergoing some major external renovations plus a badly-needed paint job. Dust flying everywhere, literally living from a suitcase, stuff piled everywhere &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(erm, still is, actually!) &lt;/span&gt;but the upsde was I got some lovely poses out of the mutts that never failed to provide me with some entertaining expressions – documented in &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/miserable-mutts.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/miserable-mutts-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/miserable-mutts-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the year was also spent largely on my church’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50th Anniversary musical – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/experiencing-god-musical-one-down-two.html"&gt;Experiencing God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That was certainly an experience in itself as we definitely could never have pulled it off on our own. Plus, we’ve discovered that many people have hidden talents – only takes the right reason to draw it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar2010/bye09_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All that hard work had to be distressed sometime right? I actually didn't do that much travelling this year considering...so I ended up heading to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.sweetcontemplation.com/"&gt;Tine&lt;/a&gt; just before Christmas where we had a spot of serious shopping and relaxation. Had a super huge blast too! :D I really gotta think about doing this more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee…after looking back, I did do quite a bit huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8417406643708671575?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8417406643708671575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8417406643708671575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8417406643708671575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8417406643708671575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/remembering-2009.html' title='Remembering 2009...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5289281097102409938</id><published>2009-12-28T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:11:13.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is the time to share the love…and then some!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems that every Christmas is just another excuse to eat, eat and EAT…and if we hadn’t already blamed it on having company, it even went down the road of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“hey, let's try out this new place”&lt;/span&gt;…and although the eating started way before Christmas, the real massive festivities started with Christmas Eve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/xmas-eve09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas Eve…to Christmas Day…to Boxing Day wedding dinners &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(culture shock for me when I saw FIVE wedding dinners being held SIMULTANEOUSLY at the Selayang Palace Restaurant…had to make sure I didn’t walk into the wrong hall!)&lt;/span&gt;…Japanese buffet at Munakata…and we’re not done by a long shot yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s still New Year’s Eve…New Year’s Day…a bloggie meet and post-musical production dinner…plus an early birthday dinner for my grandma who’s turning NINETY. Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the warning has been given – PLEASE don’t bring a scale anywhere near me for the next couple of weeks! :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5289281097102409938?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5289281097102409938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5289281097102409938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5289281097102409938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5289281097102409938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-time-to-share-loveand-then.html' title='Christmas is the time to share the love…and then some!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7974779188401865196</id><published>2009-12-09T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:11:22.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Tiger, can you please control your Woods?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just couldn’t resist putting that title on this post, simply because of the way this is playing out. In the span of a few weeks, there have already been 10 women coming forward saying they had affairs with Tiger Woods – and I have a feeling the number’s not going to stop there. No wonder there are jokes going around of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The Twelve Days of Mistress”&lt;/span&gt; for the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as with all of these turn of events unfolding, there are still those that are trying to give Tiger excuses for his infidelities – claiming he may be addicted to sex &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(how convenient),&lt;/span&gt; or worse still, with a careless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“he’s famous, what do you expect?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we might have been inundated by infidelities of celebrities &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(think David Beckham, even Bill Clinton!)&lt;/span&gt; but has it really come to feigned indifference? And when the claims come that he started cheating on his wife Elin as early as 9 months into the marriage…that just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/tigerwoods-family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture-perfect, no? He was said to have engaged in unprotected sex with these women too – who knows what he could have contracted and brought back to his wife, or worse, his kids. One is only two years old, while the other is only 9 months old. That makes my blood boil more than anything else – that someone could be so callous about his dalliances as to bring it back to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeTrs-X6FPs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeTrs-X6FPs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, there is the other side to all this – Saturday Night Live did a parody of Tiger Woods on a recent episode, which came under fire for apparently making light of domestic abuse. For goodness sakes, some people can’t seem to take a joke. That’s why it’s called a PARODY? I found the clip hilarious, and personally, if Elin had taken the golf club to Tiger, I’d probably have said good for her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hypothetically of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Tiger will just have to deal/beg/plead/work/settle all his affairs – figuratively and literally – as well as come to terms with the flack flying about on him. There have already been a couple of strong reactions in the form of Gatorade severing their sponsorship of Tiger, as well as the shutting down of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“First Church of Tiger Woods” &lt;/span&gt;which has interestingly been renamed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Damnation of Tiger Woods”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/tigerwoods-fctw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the list stands as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Holly Sampson (former porn star) – 36&lt;br /&gt;2. Cori Rist (divorced mother) – 31&lt;br /&gt;3. Jamiee Grubbs (cocktail waitress) – 24&lt;br /&gt;4. Kalika Moquin (Las Vegas club manager) – 31&lt;br /&gt;5. Jamie Jungers (model) – 26&lt;br /&gt;6. Mindy Lawton (waitress from Orlando) – 33&lt;br /&gt;7. Rachel Uchitel (club hostess from New York) – 34&lt;br /&gt;8. Veronica Siwik-Daniels @ Joslyn James (porn star)&lt;br /&gt;9. Anonymous (another cocktail waitress from Orlando) – 22&lt;br /&gt;10. Anonymous (British television host)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusingly, all these women are claiming that they thought they were the ‘special’ one, and only came forward after hearing that they weren’t. It would seem that being considered the ‘third wheel’ in Tiger’s marriage was fine, but being just another woman in a string of conquests is unacceptable. I wonder why that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will more women be added to the list before Tiger’s 34th birthday on 30th December? Who knows…but whatever the case, I’m sure it’ll be a media circus before we hear the end of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7974779188401865196?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7974779188401865196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7974779188401865196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7974779188401865196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7974779188401865196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-can-you-please-control-your-woods.html' title='Tiger, can you please control your Woods?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3940515209457418310</id><published>2009-11-30T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:37:23.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Experiencing God The Musical – One down, two to go…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/egtm_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whew*&lt;/span&gt;…finally had our first official run of the Experiencing God Musical yesterday morning in church, and whaddya know? We actually pulled it off! Now let’s pray we can sustain this for the upcoming two nights this weekend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I’ve been remarkably impressed by how the usually stoic choir members have gotten into the swing of things. Honestly, if you’d told me 6 months ago that they’d be prancing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(okay, maybe that’s a bit much) &lt;/span&gt;around on stage, I’d laugh my head off at the thought. But not bad for a bunch of people ranging from their twenties to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; golden years…all it took was some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Passion”&lt;/span&gt; and of course, it was all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; “For The Sake Of The Call”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/eg_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You should have seen the horror on their faces when they realized what they were in for…thankfully I was ensconced behind the piano – I merely heard the outbursts at the back of the choir where they thought the director couldn’t hear them! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see, got benefits being almost invisible!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/eg_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trying to get people to move in tandem is NOT EASY! Not everyone was born to be Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers…so it was a matter of doing it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Step by Step”&lt;/span&gt;…oh heck, some of them even had to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“On My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Their)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Knees”&lt;/span&gt; for it, but it was all taken in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/eg_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After nearly 6 months of note-bashing, rehearsals and endless adjustments to the movements, we ended up with pretty good results – week after week, the choir continuously managed to surprise us all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(both good AND bad!) &lt;/span&gt;plus the men got into the spirit of growing their facial hair to fit in with the context of the musical…not to mention I think ALL of us grew sideways from all the birthday cakes/goodies from traveling choir members/nibbles from our resident singing baker…hey, good times and good things should be shared, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/eg_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Jesus…!!” &lt;/span&gt;oh, right, you are! Part of the makeup for our erm…rather robust Jesus. The funny part is, he’s also one of my musicians so having him leap out from behind stage and rush back to the musicians pit is quite a sight to see especially with his warpaint on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing’s for sure though – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“I Will Never Be The Same” &lt;/span&gt;after watching this come together. Just working on it has been an incredible experience, one that is very different from the other cantatas I’ve done. From the response of those that came yesterday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(over 1,000 people not including the cast and crew!) &lt;/span&gt;it’s something different for them too, so hope to see you all this weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; I’ll be behind the piano this time around. Come and say hi afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS:&lt;/span&gt; By the way, the portions in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“inverted commas” &lt;/span&gt;are actual song titles from the musical…just thought I’d liven it up a bit…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/egtm_2.jpg" /&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/7246579-3940515209457418310?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3940515209457418310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3940515209457418310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3940515209457418310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3940515209457418310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/experiencing-god-musical-one-down-two.html' title='Experiencing God The Musical – One down, two to go…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-320063291519604227</id><published>2009-11-11T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:44:25.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Something for the midweek neck pain... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/neckexercise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-320063291519604227?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/320063291519604227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=320063291519604227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/320063291519604227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/320063291519604227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-for-midweek-neck-pain-d.html' title='Something for the midweek neck pain... :D'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8078663092765713091</id><published>2009-11-07T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:21:02.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy 40th Birthday Sesame Street!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/sesamest-group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Besides Fraggle Rock, one of the main shows I grew up with was Sesame Street…who wouldn’t remember hearing the line &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“This show was brought to you by the letter ** and the number **”&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to believe that Sesame Street is already 40 years old…there have been many changes to the cast of the show, but the iconic characters have always remained…I used to love Cookie Monster and Grover in particular, and I guess part of the reason I love Avenue Q so much is also because it reminds me of Sesame Street &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(albeit a grown-up version!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know those years are long gone, and there are plenty of other responsibilities now, but since my birthday’s just around the corner I’m entitled to reminisce, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunny Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sweepin' the clouds away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;On my way to where the air is sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Can you tell me how to get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;How to get to Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Come and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Everything's A-OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendly neighbours there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;That's where we meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Can you tell me how to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;How to get to Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/google-ssbday09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m not the only one celebrating Sesame Street’s 40th birthday…Google has also come up with their own series of their logo in honour of this occasion. Cute!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/cookie_monster-hp.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/big_bird-hp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/bert_ernie-hp.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sesame Street’s actual birthday is on November 10th…same as yours truly! :D&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/7246579-8078663092765713091?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8078663092765713091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8078663092765713091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8078663092765713091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8078663092765713091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-40th-birthday-sesame-street-d.html' title='Happy 40th Birthday Sesame Street!! :D'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4126810116305990483</id><published>2009-11-06T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:18:45.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Who said newspapers are boring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/reggielee-tgfun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did anyone catch Reggie Lee’s cartoon in The Star the other day after the incredulous announcement of the methods suggested in combating Terengganu’s high divorce rate? It had me in stitches…the only part I suppose he couldn’t cover was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“appropriate sleepwear”&lt;/span&gt;, but nevertheless…quite apt, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of newspapers and hilarious news, I think I really have to get my hands on UK newspapers…they print the most entertaining stuff. Take these examples that I was sent recently…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ukpapers_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mean the water was THAT cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ukpapers_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must’ve been taking lessons from The Ugly Truth…LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ukpapers_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And I suppose the screams of terror didn’t raise any alarms…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ukpapers_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should’ve gone to the loo before the surgery, sir...you didn't think you could launch a sneak attack and get away with it now, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s that for a few Friday laughs? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4126810116305990483?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4126810116305990483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4126810116305990483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4126810116305990483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4126810116305990483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-said-newspapers-are-boring.html' title='Who said newspapers are boring?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-209644243584363570</id><published>2009-10-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:22:22.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pooch'/><title type='text'>Miserable Mutts – part 3…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aitelyu, I swear my mutts are getting more and more creative by the day in concocting new poses for me to take pictures of…just check out the latest lot from the past couple of days – you’ll die laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/nikki-seeme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Presenting the invisible Nikki…who thinks a branch will shield her from being seen and told to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“get down from there!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/midnite-walrus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight tries to earn his keep by impersonating a walrus in his free time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/cypher-whyy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cypher comes up with YET ANOTHER brilliant pose to look pathetic &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and yes, I realise those are not the exact lyrics - they just sounded appropriate…hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/happymutts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just so the SPCA and Furry Friends Farm don’t come after me thinking I abuse my dogs, here’s the other side of the coin – they’re really very spoilt, loved mutts…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"jin ho mia"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(very lucky)&lt;/span&gt;, as a lot of friends put it. Just a few more days poochies, hang in there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Who knows, I may just get a few more hilarious photos until then!)&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/7246579-209644243584363570?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/209644243584363570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=209644243584363570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/209644243584363570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/209644243584363570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/miserable-mutts-part-3.html' title='Miserable Mutts – part 3…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6983112905981930197</id><published>2009-10-29T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:23:26.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>AkashA Live @ Alexis Ampang…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was at the Rainforest World Music Festival in July, one of the bands that I really thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish was AkashA, thanks to their eclectic mix of music and styles. When I realized they were performing at Alexis Ampang last weekend, I simply couldn’t resist making a trip downtown to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/akasha_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;True enough, they didn’t disappoint, although the group has gotten bigger since the last time I saw them – the flautist is new &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as well as the sole female addition to the group!) &lt;/span&gt;but she was fabulous…I think her notes on the flute were sometimes faster than what I can manage on the piano! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/akasha_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We stayed for the entire 2hr+ set – most of the songs were those I’d heard before, with some variations thrown in. They've got one of the more creative blends of music I've heard so far - Irish Joget, Bombay Bossanova, Brickfield Blues...not forgetting of course their trademark &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ipoh Hor Fun"&lt;/span&gt;...LOL! I love hearing Eric Li on the piano - gives me goosebumps sometimes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not unlike when I listen to Josh Groban!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope they come up with some new stuff soon though…it’d be a shame to get stuck in a rut playing the same few songs to death &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even if they are really good!)&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/7246579-6983112905981930197?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6983112905981930197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6983112905981930197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6983112905981930197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6983112905981930197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/akasha-live-alexis-ampang.html' title='AkashA Live @ Alexis Ampang…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-297006898102882192</id><published>2009-10-20T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:47:44.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pooch'/><title type='text'>Miserable mutts – part 2…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s now coming to Week 8 of &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/miserable-mutts.html"&gt;renovations&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(OMG, when is this going to end?!?) &lt;/span&gt;and the workers are still going about their business of doing the porch. At least the inside of the house has been mostly painted &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I’m finally back in my room, slowly sorting through all my junk) &lt;/span&gt;and the extension is just about finished, but for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Mutt-keters”,&lt;/span&gt; this cannot end soon enough – they’re ready to revolt from being cooped up in the cage when the workers are around as opposed to their free reign of the entire garden. Just check out their latest round of miserable faces &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(doesn’t it make you want to pinch their cheeks? If they had any to pinch, that is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/mutties_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/mutties_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok mutts…renovations will be done real soon…they HAVE to finish by end October at most, so you’ll soon be back ruling the roost in a couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-297006898102882192?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/297006898102882192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=297006898102882192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/297006898102882192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/297006898102882192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/miserable-mutts-part-2.html' title='Miserable mutts – part 2…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2662905921184997961</id><published>2009-10-20T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:55:22.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Oh grow up already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m sure by now everyone has heard of the fiasco surrounding the Malaysia’s Supermodel Search Presents Ford Supermodel of the World, and the never-ending press conferences being called by Amber Chia to make her announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, the whole issue hit the papers when Amber called a press conference calling the Supermodel Search off due to a disagreement with the show’s creator Yap Wen-Ji &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after signing a memorandum of understanding for their business partnership!). &lt;/span&gt;She demands to see the franchise contract the next day, during which Wen-Ji was a no-show prompting her to write to Ford Models Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, within 48 hours, Amber called yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; press conference to announce that Ford Models Inc offered her the sole Malaysian franchisee rights to the prestigious Ford Supermodel of the World contest &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(err…based on what?)&lt;/span&gt; and to publicly ask for corporate sponsorship&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (!!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please tell this woman to grow up?!? Something smells fishy with all the stories that have been reported – and here’s why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Amber says the show was started based on a lot of verbal agreements as she considered Wen-Ji a friend –&lt;/span&gt; hmm…as someone in ‘the business’ for so long, she actually took verbal agreements and even signed a MoU? Anyone knows that nothing is official unless it’s in black and white. Come on la, that’s the first thing they teach you when you start work – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COVER YOUR A**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(get it in writing).&lt;/span&gt; Business savvy? You think? Amber dear, I think you need a new legal advisor if you were indeed advised to sign an agreement based on verbal promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. All these announcements were made AFTER the show had already started – &lt;/span&gt;why wait until now to create a scene? Think of all the production money wasted, not to mention all the time of the contestants and crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. After Wen-Ji was a no-show at the second press conference, Amber writes to Ford Models Inc – &lt;/span&gt;couldn’t she have written to them directly BEFORE arranging all these press conferences instead of waiting until kena FFK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. In less than 48 hours after writing to Ford Models Inc, they’ve offered her and her company the franchise rights to the Ford Supermodel of the World contest –&lt;/span&gt; I had no idea a global corporation’s franchise could be given out in such a record time to a local company. Aren’t there background checks and such that need to be conducted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Since time is running out, Amber is publicly asking for corporate sponsorship from interested parties –&lt;/span&gt; right…and someone who considers herself Malaysia’s supermodel doesn’t have contacts? Plus the fact that she’s endorsed at least 50 brands in the past few years &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(serious, at my old office we kept a tally of the number of brands she endorsed just to see how many she would take)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just me, or did anyone else notice that most of the pictures taken from the press conferences have Amber&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘sobbing her eyes out’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ac_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/5/nation/4843326&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;5 October – crying…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ac_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/6/nation/4848633&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;6 October – still crying…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/ac_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/content/15242-amber-spills-beans-franchising-rights"&gt;8 October – oh puhleez…looks more like she’s trying to hide a grin…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errgghh…she needs a good smacking!! 28 years old and still behaving like this? The piece-de-resistance is her quote in The Star Online – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It’s always been my dream to find the next ‘Amber Chia’ for Malaysia.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*choke*&lt;/span&gt; The next Amber Chia? Don’t flatter yourself darling, you’re not famous – you’re INfamous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, today NST reported that her former business partner Yap Wen-Ji is suing Amber for defamation, seeking general damages of RM10 million, aggravated damages of RM5 million, interest, an injunction restraining Chia, Sin Chew Corporation and Pook Ah Lek &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sin Chew's Editor-in-Chief)&lt;/span&gt; from further publishing defamatory statements, and an order that Chia retracts her statements and apologises within five days. Should be interesting to see how this one pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to read the stories for yourself? All the info was taken from these articles below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/5/nation/4843326&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Amber in contractual disagreement with reality show’s creator – The Star Online (Oct 5)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/6/nation/4848633&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Bitter lesson for Amber as friend is ‘missing’ again – The Star Online (Oct 6)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/8/nation/4865235&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Amber Chia offered rights to supermodel contest – The Star Online (Oct 8)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/content/15242-amber-spills-beans-franchising-rights"&gt;Amber spills the beans on franchising rights – Malay Mail (Oct 8)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/articles/20yap/Article/index_html"&gt;Amber Chia sued for defamation – NST Online (Oct 20)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2662905921184997961?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2662905921184997961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2662905921184997961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2662905921184997961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2662905921184997961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-grow-up-already.html' title='Oh grow up already!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2623019071096351365</id><published>2009-10-09T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:36:42.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Miss Invisible…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/mariedigby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;I’m sure everyone’s heard by now about Marie Digby and her rise as a Youtube sensation. For me, I’d never really paid much attention to her song other than falling for her acoustic rendition of ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umbrella’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry Rihanna, she does the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much better) &lt;/span&gt;and thinking that she had a bit of a resemblance to Devon Aoki at certain angles &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(probably attributed to the Japanese genes).&lt;/span&gt; While browsing through Youtube a while back, I came across one of Marie’s older songs, Miss Invisible which I thought was pretty awesome – the best songs are those that trigger memories &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hopefully good ones!), &lt;/span&gt;but nevertheless, this brought back some memories of highschool...for better or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;There’s a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Who sits under the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Just another day eating alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And though she smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;There is something just hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And she can’t find a way to relate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;She just goes unnoticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;As the crowd passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And she'll pretend to be busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;When inside she just wants to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;She'll say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Look a little harder, I really, really want you to put yourself in her shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;When you'll ask her…her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;The beginning, in the first weeks of class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;She did everything to try and fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;But the others they couldn’t seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And the more that they joked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And the more that they screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;She retreated to where she is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And she'll sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;And one day just the same as the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Just the days spent in counting the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="usertext"&gt;~ Marie Digby, Miss Invisible&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/7246579-2623019071096351365?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2623019071096351365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2623019071096351365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2623019071096351365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2623019071096351365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-invisible.html' title='Miss Invisible…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7670129810789119774</id><published>2009-10-06T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:25:46.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Responsible, Ethical and Free Coffee, Anyone? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who wants a good wakeup call tomorrow? The Good Coffee Day at Starbucks is on tomorrow from 10am-12pm at all Starbucks Coffee stores in Malaysia. Details are below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/starbucks-sp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also surf on to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.starbucks.com/sharedplanet"&gt;www.starbucks.com/sharedplanet&lt;/a&gt; for more details. :)&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/7246579-7670129810789119774?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7670129810789119774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7670129810789119774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7670129810789119774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7670129810789119774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/responsible-ethical-and-free-coffee.html' title='Responsible, Ethical and Free Coffee, Anyone? :D'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4324502553437565674</id><published>2009-10-05T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:03:17.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Da Vinci in Malaysia…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec09/davinci09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until Dan Brown’s book, the first thought I’d always had when Da Vinci was mentioned was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“the man that painted the Mona Lisa!”&lt;/span&gt; Now, it’s more of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Code?” &lt;/span&gt;followed by the thought mentioned previously. I wonder whether the Da Vinci Code will now mean the younger generation’s first thought of Da Vinci would be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “The movie Da Vinci Code!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are, hopefully their parents will be savvy enough to steer them back in the right direction. As for me, I still have fond memories of seeing the Mona Lisa up close in the Louvre during a trip to Paris back in my younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can’t exactly make it to the Louvre anytime soon to see Da Vinci &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the exchange rate is insane!),&lt;/span&gt; I might as well let him come to me! :) From 1st October 2009 onwards, there will be 188 exhibits of Leonardo Da Vinci’s work at the National Science Centre &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pusat Sains Negara).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are going for RM25 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so much more affordable than buying a plane ticket!) &lt;/span&gt;but better still, Gallivanter is giving away 50 sets x 2 passes each for free! LOL…I want me those tickets!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pretty please?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the exhibition check out &lt;a href="http://danielfranklingomez.com/blog/2009/09/30/da-vinci-the-genius-2009-exhibition-malaysia-win-free-tickets/"&gt;Gallivanter’s site here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4324502553437565674?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4324502553437565674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4324502553437565674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4324502553437565674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4324502553437565674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/10/da-vinci-in-malaysia.html' title='Da Vinci in Malaysia…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2279574395567973998</id><published>2009-09-28T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:52:36.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the long Raya weekend, a bunch of us headed towards Lanchang to check out the Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary. Hoping that it wouldn’t be too crowded, we actually left a bit later to arrive in Lanchang just in time for lunch…and discovered the ‘town’ was so small, they didn’t even need street names, just numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one Chinese coffee shop open, so beggars can’t be choosers right? LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The shop reminded me of the little authentic kopitiams I used to see with my grandparents in Seremban as a small child. What astounded us was the small-town prices too – 12 of us big buffaloes chowing down on four different plates of noodles as well as drinks, and the total came up to merely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM52!!&lt;/span&gt; Shocking rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We finally got to the Elephant Sanctuary about 1.00pm only to find out that rides on the elephants were limited to 120 a day and those tickets had been all sold out, so we had to be content with feeding them instead. But this sign was just too funny – who would want to wear a bikini to bathe an elephant??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were three baby elephants in the clearing – boy, elephants’ hides are seriously tough…and these babies were just so naughty going for anyone that had food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really, they’ll do just about anything for food. Those who didn’t bring food for them were simply ignored, which drove some of the visitors to strip leaves from the nearby trees to tempt the baby heffalumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some visitors even brought sugarcane for them, which was nice. Initially I’d thought they would be chomping on the whole piece, but they turned out to be pretty smart and deft in breaking the sugarcane into bite-sized segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The feeding of the elephants at 2pm is one of the sanctuary’s main events, which was preceded with some bellowing from the bigger elephants&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (some of us thought it sounded scarily like those dinosaur &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“awwarrrkkkk” &lt;/span&gt;sounds from Jurassic Park!) &lt;/span&gt;as they were led down to the river to bathe before being fed. I must say, some of them were rather enjoying themselves… :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Considering this was the 2nd day of Raya, this was a rather huge crowd &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(estimated 300+ people)&lt;/span&gt; and included a large number of Malays too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As usual, trying to get us to take a group shot is a problem &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"are we standing in front of the right sign?" "right, there you go"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;…LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;…especially when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; decided to traipse off to take yet more pictures of an elephant he spotted by the water’s edge!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally! Aitelyu, this bunch never fails to spark off hilarious memories of events – the most notable to date being the excursion to Gua Tempurung quite a few years back…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles at the memory*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/kualagandah_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We finished at the Elephant Sanctuary about 3.15pm, and since Deerland was situated nearby, we thought we’d drop by there too but it turns out that place was closed. Notice anything funny about the posters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t mind making another trip back there, just to ride the elephants. Heck, I’d even get downright grubby and jump into the river with them! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*starts chanting to self* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don’t think about what’s in the water, don’t think about what’s in the water…&lt;/span&gt;*grins*&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/7246579-2279574395567973998?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2279574395567973998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2279574395567973998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2279574395567973998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2279574395567973998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/kuala-gandah-elephant-sanctuary.html' title='Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6431563512006759656</id><published>2009-09-28T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:30:59.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday pontianak79...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/lee-bday_09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I thought I'd give you a break from the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *cough* &lt;/span&gt;tribute I did &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; eh? :D Happy Birthday babe!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-6431563512006759656?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6431563512006759656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6431563512006759656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6431563512006759656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6431563512006759656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-pontianak79.html' title='Happy Birthday pontianak79...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5454911065563669410</id><published>2009-09-23T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:17:38.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Meet the new security guard…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since the number of burglaries in my neighbourhood increased, the local resident’s association has employed security guards to patrol the entrances and exits to my housing area, not to mention closed off all external access roads after 10pm at night leaving only one open. Couple that with car stickers issued to every resident, you’d think that would make for a pretty secure neighbourhood, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps the security guards themselves didn’t think so…last weekend when we were leaving the house, my twinkletoes dad told us about a new security guard at the guardhouse and drove past to show us – presenting…my housing area’s new security guard…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/mrleopard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup, you saw right…we have a leopard guarding the estate! But before you animal activists go up in arms, it’s actually a furry toy and NOT real &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apparently it looks rather realistic since some friends on Twitter thought it was! Heehee…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopold the leopard comes complete with a rope leash to prevent him from running away &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or conveniently going AWOL, as is quite likely with anything that isn’t welded or clamped down).&lt;/span&gt; You gotta hand it to the security guards…this is pretty entertaining! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5454911065563669410?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5454911065563669410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5454911065563669410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5454911065563669410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5454911065563669410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-new-security-guard.html' title='Meet the new security guard…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8713805335069370777</id><published>2009-09-23T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:31:09.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>The long weekend is over, and it’s finally done!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, where did my four-day weekend go?? Besides squeezing in the four weddings I spoke of earlier, I also managed to slip in a trip to the Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more on that in a later post)&lt;/span&gt; but one of the more entertaining weddings was that of an ex-Text 100 colleague, Corina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/corina-stefan_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This couple has finally made it down the aisle after a two year engagement…but left  poor Toby &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now Andrew Tobias Chee-Yap) &lt;/span&gt;in the car &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(!!) &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely hilarious stuff during the dinner, especially since I had a blast catching up with the rest of the Texties and meeting the new additions to the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in true tradition, some things never change…in view of her new husband, Corina did what she does best…use Lee as a prop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/corina-stefan_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my word…I wonder whether that was her way of ‘thanking’ him for doing their wedding video &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which apparently had the groom sweating at the beginning wondering if they’d gotten the right person to do the job!)&lt;/span&gt; In true Lee style, he didn’t disappoint…just check out the video below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGIJ4_tjK4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGIJ4_tjK4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed to entertain! :D I’m still in stitches over it…Lee, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; do mine too &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if/when I ever get married, that is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; No need to get so worried and call child services for leaving Toby in the car...he's a teddy bear! :)&lt;/span&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/7246579-8713805335069370777?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8713805335069370777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8713805335069370777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8713805335069370777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8713805335069370777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-weekend-is-over-and-its-finally.html' title='The long weekend is over, and it’s finally done!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8248582645308553544</id><published>2009-09-16T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:44:33.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings galore…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know about the rest of you, but this long Raya weekend is going to be a flurry of weddings for me – I have&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (count em!) &lt;/span&gt;FOUR weddings to attend over the course of Saturday to Monday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(!!) &lt;/span&gt;Two ex-colleagues, a highschool friend and a college mate &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and yes,  all on the bride’s side for some reason…LOL…) &lt;/span&gt;Must be a really good weekend to get married or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also plenty of activities leading up to the big days for these ladies, the most memorable to date being SH’s hens night where her younger sister ended up planning an agenda that had us in stitches and hysterics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, you can’t have a ‘party’ without party supplies, right? With copious amounts of alcohol, everything also can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolling up the bachelorette for the evening…fake eyelashes a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See what I mean? SH’s older sister SK plying her with Absolut to make sure she’s in the right frame of mind before the evening’s shenanigans started. And good thing too…the organizer hired a stripper for the evening, and OMG…what transpired was funnier than any of us could have imagined. Let’s say the stripper act was…most unexpected…in so many ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With SH’s sister-in-law to be, SL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good pictures are a must, so here’s the angelic side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and the not-so-angelic side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/sh-hensnite_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Making a heap of noise at Velvet fueled by the champagne and even more liquor…I didn’t stay too long since I had to get up early the next day, but had a blast nonetheless…congratulations again girl, will see you again in a few days! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hugz*&lt;/span&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/7246579-8248582645308553544?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8248582645308553544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8248582645308553544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8248582645308553544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8248582645308553544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/weddings-galore.html' title='Weddings galore…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2195801623952588050</id><published>2009-09-11T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:59:55.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pooch'/><title type='text'>Miserable mutts…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot wait for this to be over…right now, the house looks like a bomb-hit area thanks to the renovations being done to the porch and balcony.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/reno_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No more porch! All the cars have had to be parked next door, and it’s a veritable game of musical chairs each time to see who’s going in/out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/reno_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For that matter, those of you that have been over before would have seen an extension here – that too is GONE! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to be redone along with the balcony above).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been two weeks, and hoo boy, getting harder and harder to maneuver around all the bits and pieces lying around. First it was the unimaginable huge amount of fine dust being kicked up that gets into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahh-choo* &lt;/span&gt;then having to weave our way through all the wooden bars holding up the balcony frame &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(better than Entrapment!) &lt;/span&gt;and navigating through the minefield of bricks, rocks, sand and…erm…doggie ‘presents’ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hey, the poor mutts still have to go to the toilet y’know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mutts, the dogs are currently torn between being absolutely forlorn at being kept in a cage at the back while the workers are around, or fascinated at the new places they have to explore each time the workers leave. And yes, everything has been most thoroughly examined by these monkeys…right up to dancing on the wooden platforms covering the big holes the workers have dug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/reno_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got this shot of Cypher a couple of days back just after they’d gone into the cage. He comes up with the most miserable looks sometimes, but looks so cute doing it. What he did was actually lean his muzzle against the bar and start sliding down. Like the rest of my dogs, he has really loose skin, so it ended up getting pulled up by the bar, and left his tongue hanging out around it…eeeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that’s been left the most miserable of the lot would have to be Patches. Thanks to all the dust and dirt outside, she has been banned from the house until renovations are over. For one, I’d be sneezing nonstop…and the whole house would be covered with a layer of white dust! Hasn’t stopped her from trying though – she’s been sitting next to the door at night, just hoping she’ll be let in to snooze on her blue doggie bed in my airconditioned room…not a bad life eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/reno_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here’s what she looked like when I left for work this morning…pathetic or not? She wouldn’t even look at me! Anyone want to loan her a doggie bed for the next couple of weeks while the renovations are being completed…?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2195801623952588050?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2195801623952588050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2195801623952588050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2195801623952588050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2195801623952588050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/miserable-mutts.html' title='Miserable mutts…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5257125802622547393</id><published>2009-09-09T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:45:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever wanted to know the brutal facts about what attracts men and women? If so, you simply HAVE to watch this movie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/theuglytruth_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the good fortune of watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ugly_Truth_%28film%29"&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/a&gt; yesterday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks Xin for the invite!) &lt;/span&gt;and ended up meeting a whole group of familiar and new bloggers. But that’s for another story…hehe…we are talking about the movie itself, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie synopsis itself is pretty plebian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A romantically-challenged morning show producer (Katherine Heigl) is embroiled in a series of outrageous tests by her chauvinistic correspondent (Gerard Butler) to prove his theories on relationships and help her find love. His clever ploys, however, lead to an unexpected result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Alert:&lt;/span&gt; ‘Sort of’ semi-spoiler ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is practically a laugh-a-minute with the innuendoes and propositions thrown about. I’m only miffed that as usual, our lovely censorship board did a bang-up job of censoring all the good bits of the movie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(come on guys, people are not paying good money just to have scenes slashed with haphazard splicing!). &lt;/span&gt;However, it was quite funny to see the way the two characters Abby and Mike interacting with each other. And a random thought – why is it that the couple that’s meant to fall in love always detests each other at first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughts I had about the movie&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (in no random order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Women are always going to be objectified –&lt;/span&gt; there were no ‘normal’ women in the movie, and the only woman that looked ordinary was made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Guys can be led around the nose by a good looking pair of t*ts and a*se – &lt;/span&gt;really, I think that they’d completely go for those that had plain faces but good bodies. After all, there’s always doggy-style or as a last resort, a paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Men are CONFUSED –&lt;/span&gt; this is SO true! For all the talk of molding her into ‘what men want’, he still fell for her existing qualities (yeah, control freak and all!)…so which is it? Do they really want the ‘semi-goddess-semi-slut’ they try to get us to be, or are they going to fall for us anyway regardless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Gerard Butler is HAWT! –&lt;/span&gt; ‘nuff said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*goes weak in the knees*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Katherine Heigl has a body TO DIE FOR –&lt;/span&gt; I tell you, the guys in the cinema must’ve been desperately trying to keep their eyes in their sockets when she bent over in that white dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it! And for good measure, here are my two favourite scenes from the movie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/theuglytruth_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was hilarious! Having her try to give her company executives a presentation on the upcoming commercials while&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘the bean is being flicked’ &lt;/span&gt;(as Mike put it) had everyone in hysterics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/theuglytruth_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If someone were to ever dance with me the way these two were going on the dance floor, I would SO be a goner by then…*sizzle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/theuglytruth_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the end though, I guess this is true after all – the hearts are just where they should be (you bad bad men!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, ladies and gentlemen…is the ugly truth! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5257125802622547393?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5257125802622547393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5257125802622547393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5257125802622547393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5257125802622547393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5007443963212432651</id><published>2009-09-09T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:09:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a revolving door…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/6504.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you just feel like this sometimes...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5007443963212432651?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5007443963212432651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5007443963212432651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5007443963212432651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5007443963212432651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-like-revolving-door.html' title='Life is like a revolving door…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3985590395753525577</id><published>2009-09-08T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:48:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok here we come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/bkk-trip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s been a while since my last trip to Bangkok &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think my last trip was in 2007/2008) &lt;/span&gt;and with so many changes in the past few months, traveling has been sort of pushed to the back of my mind. Other things had to take priority, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter though…it’s been settled, and I’ll be back there end of the year! :) Shopping, food, massage, girlie gossip…can’t wait! But now, what am I going to do until December comes?? o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3985590395753525577?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3985590395753525577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3985590395753525577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3985590395753525577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3985590395753525577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/bangkok-here-we-come.html' title='Bangkok here we come!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3297573420171876523</id><published>2009-09-07T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:17:46.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How much is your dog worth to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you’ve passed by the LDP near Kelana Jaya recently, you would have noticed this big billboard that stood out among the others…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/missingdog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To me, this was pretty surprising since I hadn’t come across someone advertising for their lost dogs in this manner before &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(proposals and weddings, yes, but not for pets!) &lt;/span&gt;but whatever the case, I hope those pooches get found soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, the owner must’ve spent a small fortune having the billboard printed and on the rental since it’s been up for quite a few weeks now. I wonder though, couldn’t the money have been spent in a different way? Don’t get me wrong, what people do with their money is their own business but I can’t help but wonder how taking out a billboard would help get their dog back better/faster than say, hiring a PI for the same price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I also wondered the same thing about the &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/02/pengsan.html"&gt;guy that spent RM40,000 on a billboard just to propose&lt;/a&gt;…hmm…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3297573420171876523?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3297573420171876523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3297573420171876523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3297573420171876523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3297573420171876523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-is-your-dog-worth-to-you.html' title='How much is your dog worth to you?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8367312861726789673</id><published>2009-09-01T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:05:49.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Why Am I So Tired?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL...this was taken from a forwarded email to me by a friend - I thought it was quite funny &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although I can see where the calculation mistakes are!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;For the past few years, I’ve been complaining of lack of sleep and too much stress, but now I know the real reason – I’m tired from overwork…want to know why? I’ll lay it down for you – don’t play play, this is for real, and not something I cooked up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Malaysia’s current population is 23 million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1.7 million are retired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;That leaves 21.3 million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1.3 million are children under the age of 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;That leaves 20 million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Out of this 20 million, 7 million are still studying (school, college, university, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;That leaves 13 million people who can work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Out of these 13 million, 5 million are government servants that go to work but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;That leaves 8 million people to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh wait, I have to take off 3 million people who live in the wetlands and forests (land troops) because hey, how are you going to use email in the jungle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So that leaves us with…5 million people…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;From that figure, 2.7 million people are unemployed, not working, housewives, those on VSS, the elderly, fresh university graduates, the retrenched, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;That leaves 2.3million people that can do the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;From this number, as many as 1,215,512 people have been reported sick and are currently in hospitals all over Malaysia (including government and private hospitals, as well as those for the mentally unstable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And we’re left with 1,084,488 people to work…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Now based on the latest statistics, there are 1,084,486 people in jail and detention centres across the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;That leaves us with only two people to do the work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Out of these two people, YOU ARE NOW still sitting in front of the PC, playing games, surfing the Internet, reading emails and jokes, chatting and not doing any work at all! That leaves poor me to do the work all by myself in this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;No wonder I’m so tired!! So get back to work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/span&gt;This is meant to be a JOKE - I claim no responsibility for those who choose to take it seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8367312861726789673?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8367312861726789673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8367312861726789673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8367312861726789673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8367312861726789673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-so-tired.html' title='Why Am I So Tired?'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8470933262353727668</id><published>2009-08-20T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:52:41.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Fond memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I ever needed a reason to miss all the nutcases at Text 100, this would be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_PHiYRBf4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_PHiYRBf4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was laughing so hard I got a bad stitch in my side...oh, and that pink feather boa is going to be a legend! LOL...miss you guys heaps, especially with all the noise and ruckus in the office... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8470933262353727668?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8470933262353727668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8470933262353727668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8470933262353727668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8470933262353727668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/fond-memories.html' title='Fond memories...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3972115317448252403</id><published>2009-08-18T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:38:02.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Annoying texting habits to avoid…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/cd334016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/88456/dating-advice-10-annoying-text-habits-to-avoid/;_ylc=X3oDMTNyNTU1aTB2BF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjE0MjQ0NDAxOARrAzEwIEFubm95aW5nIFRleHQgSGFiaXRzIHRvIEF2b2lkBHNlYwNmcF90b2RheQRzbGsDZGF0aW5nLWFkdmljZS0xMC1hbm5veWluZy10ZXh0LWhhYml0cy10by1hdm9pZA--"&gt;10 Annoying Text Habits to Avoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG…this is hilarious! It’s actually meant to be dating advice, but if you read it, you’ll find that you could probably think of someone that fits into one of the 10 categories. My personal favourites are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#2. The Texting Cult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this tends to happen quite a lot, come to think about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is always at least one point in the night -- a lull in the conversation, a pause between thoughts -- when it gets really quiet, and you look around and realize that all your friends are busy texting. One person pulls out her iPhone while everyone else is looking at the dinner bill, and then someone else starts doing it, and before you know it, you're in the middle of the sacred circle of text. Resist the urge to choose some random person in your contacts to send a useless message to. Instead, pull out your phone and send a text to everyone at the table asking, "Should we order something else?" It will make everyone laugh but also point out the silliness of the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#5. The Bulk Texter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hate these!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;An example of what a series of texts from this person might look like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hey!&lt;br /&gt;2. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;4. Some of us are going to Cool People Club tonight.&lt;br /&gt;5. Around 10&lt;br /&gt;6. It's gonna be me and Chris&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you coming?&lt;br /&gt;8. Let us know&lt;br /&gt;9. Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;10. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of what that exchange should look like:&lt;br /&gt;Text 1: Hey, Chris and I are going to Cool People Bar around 10 tonight. Let us know if you wanna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of what you could text back:&lt;br /&gt;1. Please&lt;br /&gt;2. never&lt;br /&gt;3. text&lt;br /&gt;4. me&lt;br /&gt;5. this&lt;br /&gt;6. way&lt;br /&gt;7. again.(one minute pause)&lt;br /&gt;8. For "realz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9. The Lingering K&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(an ex-boss used to LOVE sending ‘k’ in response to sms…so irritating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This one is especially aggravating if you're not on an unlimited texting plan. You get a message asking how your day went or if you'll be free at a certain time, so you send back a detailed and informative reply. Your phone dings again. You open the message and it says..."k." Do people not even have the decency to include the o? The offender doesn't even need to reply to the message. But if they feel the need to, could they not at least drum up something a little more personal/creative/not totally unnecessary? Respond by letting them know how much, to the cent, they owe you for superfluous texts the next time you're together. Then hold your palm out expectantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10. The Needs-to-Grow-Up Texter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know it’s bad when even their EMAILS start to look like this – and these are WORK emails mind you!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guys should never, ever get comfortable with using text slang and abbreviations. Whether he's a friend, date, or boyfriend, no girl wants to associate the men in their lives with tween-speak. The next time he sends you a "TTY L8ER" or "C U 2morrow," tell him that he should really consider an iPhone, BlackBerry, Sidekick, or "anything that gives you more room to text." He'll realize how outdated his text-talk is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a read, and let me know which one you liked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3972115317448252403?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3972115317448252403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3972115317448252403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3972115317448252403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3972115317448252403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying-texting-habits-to-avoid.html' title='Annoying texting habits to avoid…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-414817808322342487</id><published>2009-08-06T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:03:17.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Vanessa Hudgens does it again…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago, our jaws dropped in shock when we found out High School Musical star Vanessa Hudgens had taken nude pictures of herself, supposedly to &lt;em&gt;“keep the spark”&lt;/em&gt; in her relationship with Zac Efron &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a few months together, and you already lost the spark? Time for a reality check!)&lt;/span&gt;. Vanessa later apologized, and promised that she had learnt her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it most of us would have assumed that &lt;em&gt;“learnt her lesson”&lt;/em&gt; would have meant she wouldn’t do it again, but apparently not. The latest scandal surrounding her is yet ANOTHER nude picture scandal that’s making its way around the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published photos on a lot of the bigger websites such as Perez Hilton’s site have since been removed on action from Vanessa’s attorneys, but there are still plenty of sites that have published them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/photos/vanessa-hudgens/33429/st/69093"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(censored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albertaadultboard.com/vanessa-hudgens-naked-photos-hot-self-taken-new-pics-t6244.html"&gt;Alberta Adult Board&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(non-censored)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*…&lt;/em&gt;what kind of image is she portraying? The most disturbing thing about this is that a lot of youngsters are happily taking pictures, or worse, videos of themselves in compromising positions. The High School Musical movies have got a huge tween fanbase – how many of those impressionable kids are going to see this and think &lt;em&gt;“if Vanessa Hudgens can do it, why not me?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and not in a good way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, even if the guys get caught on video or pictures, society impression is that they’re &lt;em&gt;“studs”,&lt;/em&gt; but the ladies are always labeled &lt;em&gt;“sl*ts”&lt;/em&gt; or other derogatory terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to believe that parents teach their kids at least the basic values of self-respect, but in today’s times…I’m just not sure. Kind of kills the desire to have kids, doesn’t it? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although at the rate the young ones are going at it nowadays, they’re probably going to more than boost the world population rate…the number of teenage pregnancies nowadays can more than attest to that!)&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/7246579-414817808322342487?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/414817808322342487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=414817808322342487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/414817808322342487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/414817808322342487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/vanessa-hudgens-does-it-again.html' title='Vanessa Hudgens does it again…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6122271440096788330</id><published>2009-07-07T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:10:43.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Rainforest World Music Festival…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woohoo…just another 36 hours and I’ll be off to Kuching for this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jul-sep09/rwmf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Five days &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, three for the festival!)&lt;/span&gt; of music, food and some good ol’ fun. :) Can’t wait! Anyone else going for this, gimme a holler when you get there k? The more the merrier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-6122271440096788330?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6122271440096788330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6122271440096788330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6122271440096788330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6122271440096788330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainforest-world-music-festival.html' title='Rainforest World Music Festival…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-39023787938817439</id><published>2009-05-28T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:55:55.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Most Unique Way To Get a Job…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For everyone who has ever come across hilarious resumes, this one would have to take the cake &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially for the men!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/resimay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employer’s Response:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Lotty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s OK honey, we’ve got spell check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you start on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;‘pikture’&lt;/em&gt; Lotty sent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/resimay2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*LMAOROFLOL*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-39023787938817439?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/39023787938817439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=39023787938817439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/39023787938817439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/39023787938817439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-unique-way-to-get-job.html' title='Most Unique Way To Get a Job…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8759869473549768872</id><published>2009-05-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:00:35.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Random Update #2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looks like I'm being reduced to random updates hor? LOL...the past month has been pretty hectic to say the least, but it’s definitely been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main highlights &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apart from actually seeing David Archuleta perform live)&lt;/span&gt; were these events in particular… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/F1-09_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paddock Access to this year’s F1…LOL…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my clients is a sponsor of one of the F1 teams, and I ended up having to take media there on a tour. I was supposed to be ‘babysitting’ them, but hey, as a perk I got to go on the garage tour too…LOL…couldn’t take any pictures inside, but hey, I’ll settle for the outside…hahaha… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/F1-09_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to take a guess whose garage this is? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that perk, it was all about buckling down for my church’s Easter cantata. It was hard work, but not too bad after it was over. But at least it was all worth it. And special thanks go out to &lt;a href="http://www.soloverly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kahani&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.parisbeaverbanks.com/"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pinkelle.com/"&gt;Pinkelle&lt;/a&gt; and J for coming to support! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/easter-choir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The entire cast – not as big as the Christmas cantata, but still pretty decent all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/easter-flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My absolute love…flowers! LOL…I don’t get them as often as I would like to, but they’re gorgeous when I do…heh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/fever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only bummer about the past month is that the vertigo I had previously came back…with a vengeance. This was promptly followed by a high fever, which took quite a while to recover from. I only wish I could figure out what the heck was triggering these vertigo episodes…arrghh…the doc said it was viral, but viral what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to happier things…this little baby is just coming to a week old – meet my new car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/myvi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven’t taken any decent photos of the car itself yet, so you’ll have to make do with this stock photo taken off the website. The colour’s called &lt;strong&gt;Medallion Grey&lt;/strong&gt;, but it works out as more of a &lt;em&gt;“powder grey with a tint of blue”.&lt;/em&gt; It drives like a &lt;strong&gt;DREAM&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you, not to mention I foresee a drop in my petrol expenses, since I can run it on RON92 petrol instead of the RON97 I was running my previous car on for the same mileage, if not better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the reason I got it? Was because the license plate number and letters I wanted finally came out! Hehe…It is quite simply, the initials of my Chinese name together with my birthdate…about as close to a &lt;em&gt;“personalized license plate”&lt;/em&gt; as you can get in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the past month in a nutshell…but there will be some big changes coming up soon, so stay tuned…and it won’t be another month before my next update, I promise! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8759869473549768872?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8759869473549768872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8759869473549768872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8759869473549768872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8759869473549768872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-update-2.html' title='Random Update #2...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8630630534451321022</id><published>2009-05-06T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:22:32.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>David Archuleta Live in Malaysia…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha…ok, this post is almost a month overdue, but things have just been a bit crazy lately…guess who caught David Archuleta live last month, and with a VIP pass to boot? LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I hadn’t really paid much attention to David Archuleta prior to this, other than thinking he had a decent voice and probably didn’t win American Idol because he was seriously YOUNG&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (he was what, 17 at the time of the finals?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to a client, a colleague and myself found ourselves making our way to Sunway Lagoon’s amphitheatre on a cloudy Saturday afternoon. You would not imagine the agonizing crowds that were there. So many of them were just pushing and shoving their way, desperate to get into the entrance, to the point that even the media that were there to cover the event couldn’t get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Better yet, once we had gotten in, somewhere along the last 50 metres to the amphitheatre, it started raining – cats, dogs, elephants…you get the idea. Not that inside the amphitheatre was any better – just check out the crowd! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(times like this I was seriously thankful for the VIP section tickets!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the hosts – JJ from HitzFM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were three opening acts before David came on, and the crowd just seemed to get more and more agitated after each one…honestly, I had only heard of the last one, which was Daniel of Malaysian Idol. Even then, their performances were…meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The emcees were doing their best to keep the crowd controlled and passing the time by playing games – check it out, she’s David Archuleta’s &lt;em&gt;“biggest”&lt;/em&gt; fan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don’t play play, she can sing his songs…and in tune too!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, good things come to those who wait…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say, his stage presence and performance are really quite remarkable for someone so young. Okay, so maybe the 12,000-strong crowd shrieking and screaming behind had something to do with it, but compared to the earlier opening acts, he was &lt;strong&gt;MILES&lt;/strong&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trademark quote of the day from the colleague: &lt;em&gt;“God, he makes me feel positively paedophilic!”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mind you, we weren’t big fans when we first walked in!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I wasn’t already a fan by this time, I can tell you – I totally fell hook, line and sinker when he started playing the keyboard…and he’s &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; at it! Vanessa Carlton’s “A Thousand Miles” and Robbie Williams’ “Angels” never sounded so nice acoustic. Bummer that he only performed 5 songs in total though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How not to take a picture here for memory’s sake? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the real funny thing about the weather that day? The rain was coming down in DROVES, but stopped throughout David’s show…only to return with a vengeance immediately after his showcase ended. Golden voice you reckon? A lot of kids were stuck outside the amphitheatre waiting for transport and such after the show, but there were also a large number of kids which were ferried home from the parking lot immediately outside the amphitheatre by their parents and drivers in expensive cars…sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/da-lim_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ones that I really could not stand were these brats at the bus stop. The show ended at about 5pm, and with the massive traffic jams and rain, we had been waiting for the bus / taxi &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whatever could get us back to Pyramid)&lt;/span&gt; for quite a while. These kids behind us just kept on whining and whinging the entire time with sentences like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Where the HELL is my mother? I told her to be here at 5.15pm!” “Oh my God…how can my parents be this late – they said they would be here after the show!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and texting away on their mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the boys families all knew each other, because about 6pm, a car drove past and dropped off two ladies – presumably two of the mothers of the boys. And if I had already been irritated by their whining earlier, this was even more incredulous. This was the conversation that ensued between the boy and mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; WHY are you late?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry, the traffic was bad, we had to wait in traffic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cuts mother off)&lt;/span&gt; I TOLD you the show was over at 5pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; You should have told me earlier, when you called me it was already 5.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; So? You left me here to wait for 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?? By the way, it’s not as if we were intentionally eavesdropping – the boy really was THAT loud. What on earth is worse…the boy scolding his mother, or the mother actually APOLOGIZING to the son? Hello, the queue of cars was seriously LONG, not to mention made worse by the rain, and this boy is whining about waiting 45 minutes? He must be thinking the car will just magically fly and be waiting for His Royal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pain in the ASS)&lt;/span&gt; Highness whenever he snaps his fingers. If that wasn’t worse, he was sitting down not even bothering to look at his mother while he was scolding her, all the time fiddling with his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, I felt a bit sorry for the mother but I found it hard to sympathize with her. After all, if she had nipped his behaviour in the bud when it first started developing and whipped his butt for being so insolent, this wouldn’t have been a problem. But she didn’t, and now he’s a demanding, pushy, whiny brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, he was complaining loudly about how it was such a &lt;em&gt;“waste of time”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“not worth it”&lt;/em&gt; for the showcase because David Archuleta only performed FIVE songs and they had to stand. Gee, it’s not as if they paid for the tickets in the first place! The tickets were given out free to those who had either purchased a DiGi pack or David’s CD. Free also want to complain? If I could, I would have just slapped that boy hard &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or walk past and just conveniently run my knee into his side)&lt;/span&gt;…geez, these kids really need a lesson in manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should take a page out of David Archuleta’s book – he was SO well-mannered throughout his three-day stay in Malaysia. All ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, and not a hint of diva-ness even though he’s hot property. Still need to ask for more reasons to like David Archuleta? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8630630534451321022?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8630630534451321022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8630630534451321022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8630630534451321022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8630630534451321022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-archuleta-live-in-malaysia.html' title='David Archuleta Live in Malaysia…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-1759067331800447624</id><published>2009-05-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:36:33.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><title type='text'>So this is why I hate bad grammar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Scored an A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/a.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You got 10/10 questions correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theitsitstheretheirtheyrequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The It's Its There Their They're Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-1759067331800447624?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1759067331800447624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=1759067331800447624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1759067331800447624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1759067331800447624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-why-i-hate-bad-grammar.html' title='So this is why I hate bad grammar...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3390920632155479973</id><published>2009-05-03T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:44:05.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Grandmas...you gotta love them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My maternal grandma has just returned to Johor after about a month or so in KL, and my paternal grandma is now staying with us &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ie. in my room!)&lt;/span&gt; for the next two weeks. I’d been meaning to do this post for the longest time, but never got around to it...now’s a good a time as any! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/grandmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They both look very unassuming hor? Don’t play play...these two ladies are very no-nonsense k! Haha...my paternal grandma &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(left)&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;89&lt;/strong&gt; this year, while my maternal grandma &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(right)&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;86&lt;/strong&gt; – and both are still going strong! They never fail to drive me into peals of laughter thanks to their antics...some classic memories / examples that will forever stand out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory #1 –&lt;/strong&gt; In the car with PG&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (paternal grandma)&lt;/span&gt; on family holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (pointing to lady walking past)&lt;/span&gt; Eh, that woman wearing black bra under a white top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; What’s the problem? Very ‘hip’ what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh? Serious or not wan? Don’t tell me if end up wearing black bra under wedding dress also ‘hip’ ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; WHY NOT? Sure can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whispers to Tine)&lt;/span&gt; If this ever happens ya, we say MAMA say can ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory #2 –&lt;/strong&gt; With MG &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(maternal grandma)&lt;/span&gt; while trying to take her across the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Grandma, you can’t just walk in front of cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG:&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyah, they can see me what...long ji oo sia ma &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hit got sound what)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory #3 –&lt;/strong&gt; In the middle of the night &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I have to share my bed with my PG, so this happens QUITE often!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, you awake ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mumbles)&lt;/span&gt; mmmpgh...huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; You sleeping ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; err...I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha, since you’re not sleeping ah, I wanted to ask you ah...your cousin hor, she said &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(goes into long story) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (mumbles appropriate responses until sleep takes over)&lt;/span&gt; uhuh....mmhmm...*snore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory #4&lt;/strong&gt; – With MG &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(usually happens at mealtimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, you eat this la, I cannot finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Grandma ah, I very full lah, give &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(insert brother or dad here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG:&lt;/strong&gt; No lah, you like this, you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Err...okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after about 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG:&lt;/strong&gt; You know hor, you really should look at losing some weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory #5 –&lt;/strong&gt; With PG and younger brother &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(also happens very often since my PG speaks Cantonese and my brother is about as &lt;em&gt;“banana” &lt;/em&gt;as they come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; Brian!&lt;/em&gt; Lei kum neen yow hei ou zhao mou&lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this year are you going to Australia or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? err...Che!!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (calling me)&lt;/span&gt; What did she say ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; She asked if you’re going to Australia or not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to PG)&lt;/span&gt; err...ahh...not&lt;/em&gt; kum neen &lt;em&gt;ah &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not this year)...&lt;/span&gt;next...next...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gesticulates with hands)&lt;/span&gt;...err...Che ah!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(calls me)&lt;/span&gt; How you say next year only I’m going ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; meng neen sin jee hei ou zhao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro:&lt;/strong&gt; ahh&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...(to PG)&lt;/span&gt; oh,&lt;/em&gt; ming nian ngor sin je hei &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (mixture of Mandarin, Cantonese and English!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(similar conversation continues with back and forth translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rare occasions, both my grandmothers end up staying in KL at the same time...and boy, that’s when the real fun starts! You see, my MG speaks English and Hokkien, while my PG speaks Cantonese – but when the two of them get together, they speak MANDARIN. You figure that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, it’s like a chicken and a duck talking at each other...and yeah, you read that right – &lt;strong&gt;talking AT each other&lt;/strong&gt;, not with each other. You see, their hearing systems aren’t exactly what they used to be, so they end up answering to what they &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; they heard &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which is usually not quite accurate unless we speak rather loudly) &lt;/span&gt;with some hilarious results in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would not be an uncommon exchange between the two matriarchs on an average day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG:&lt;/strong&gt; Today the sky is very dark hor...you think it’s going to &lt;u&gt;rain&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Pain&lt;/u&gt;? Ya lor...this cousin of mine cannot walk because his back pain is so &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG:&lt;/strong&gt; Such a &lt;u&gt;sad&lt;/u&gt; thing too...now we have to &lt;u&gt;eat&lt;/u&gt; indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PG:&lt;/strong&gt; He has to &lt;u&gt;eat&lt;/u&gt; medicine to reduce the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, you can’t make stuff like this up! :D They’re just so quirky, I cannot help but shake my head and wonder what they'll come up with next. And my PG is going to be here for the next two weeks! Can’t wait, but God save my fish &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what’s left of them after her last visit anyway!)...&lt;/span&gt;hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3390920632155479973?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3390920632155479973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3390920632155479973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3390920632155479973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3390920632155479973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandmasyou-gotta-love-them.html' title='Grandmas...you gotta love them!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-1191536309081594632</id><published>2009-04-28T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:46:12.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>If men wrote advice columns…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/apr-jun09/adviceco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realistically? If a man had actually written this…&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;………HE’D BE DEAD! LOL…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-1191536309081594632?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1191536309081594632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=1191536309081594632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1191536309081594632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1191536309081594632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-men-wrote-advice-columns.html' title='If men wrote advice columns…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3376683567257380473</id><published>2009-03-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:44:18.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Random update…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s been the longest time since I’ve updated this site aei? Sigh…I’m suffering a case of writer’s block, and what I DO want to write about I can’t really put up on my blog either…ARRGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here’s on to the random updates…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/playgrd_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My Playground has been restocked&lt;/strong&gt; – after the longest time. Since my grandma’s last visit in January&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (pre-CNY!),&lt;/span&gt; there were a sad three Serpae tetras milling around the tank. But not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/playgrd_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are now quite happy inhabitants in The Playground – all cheap fish, mind you…I’m not going through the heartache of flushing an expensive tank-filler thank you very much…these are all expected to be super HARDY fish. Then again, given the way they’ve been treated, it’s no surprise that two have floated belly-up since this picture was taken, but I can live with that…sorta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/enkin_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Was in Singapore recently to settle some matters, as well as attend a wedding of two of my friends from Perth.&lt;/strong&gt; The wedding dinner was at the Fullerton Hotel – very fancy indeed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/enkin_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I think about it, it’s been almost 5 years since I left Perth…OMG…and for some insane reason, everyone I meet from then still asks me whether I’m Singaporean…why?? Do I look Singaporean? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/enkin_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who would’ve thought? One couple in this pic got married &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(WQ and Miin)&lt;/span&gt; and have a year-old baby boy &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, another couple here is getting married in August &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Beef and Auds),&lt;/span&gt; three are dating&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (other people, not each other!)&lt;/span&gt; and two others are single…a lot can happen in 5 years hor? Back then the split was pretty different for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/enkin_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what would the post be without a picture of the happy couple? I love the fact they included their dogs in the wedding album…although I’m still in shock over the fact they flew Louis Pang all the way to Perth to take their album shots…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/enkin_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and remember I said the Fullerton was fancy? Check this out – the gift &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or bombonniere as it’s known in some circles I think) &lt;/span&gt;was a music box…the kind you wind by hand to play the tune. It plays the tune from the &lt;em&gt;“Enchanteur”&lt;/em&gt; ads…can’t remember what it’s called now – help! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(some French tune?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it – just a couple of highlights from the past month or so…there are more, but some aren’t appropriate to put up, or there are just too many pictures that my head is reeling to pick just a few…hehe…all in due time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3376683567257380473?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3376683567257380473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3376683567257380473&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3376683567257380473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3376683567257380473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-update.html' title='Random update…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3855459278025467294</id><published>2009-03-13T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:09:02.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Here’s one for Friday the 13th…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/6077.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3855459278025467294?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3855459278025467294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3855459278025467294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3855459278025467294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3855459278025467294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-one-for-friday-13th.html' title='Here’s one for Friday the 13th…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7107353959913692607</id><published>2009-02-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:39:57.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Erna!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today’s birthday shoutout goes to none other than &lt;a href="http://ernamahyuni.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ernabday09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and it’s a loud one too!!)&lt;/span&gt; Happy Birthday babe…hope it’s a blast! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7107353959913692607?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7107353959913692607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7107353959913692607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7107353959913692607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7107353959913692607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-erna.html' title='Happy Birthday Erna!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-827935055348970416</id><published>2009-02-14T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:51:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/valday09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me? I’ll be spending it with the extended family on my mum’s side…celebrating my grandma’s birthday – and before you ask, no, she’s not a Valentine’s baby…LOL…this was just the time that my aunt picked to have the &lt;em&gt;‘reunion’&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(has she not heard of Valentine’s Day? I’m not fussed, but I reckon some of my other cousins might be…haha…)&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/7246579-827935055348970416?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/827935055348970416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=827935055348970416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/827935055348970416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/827935055348970416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4774569636575436788</id><published>2009-02-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:17:22.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Really, someone ought to be SHOT for this…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out the latest Valentine’s flyer for Tropicana City Mall this year… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/tcmval09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="800" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/tcmval09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click for larger image)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t see anything wrong? Take a closer look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/tcmval09-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes…I’m sure people will be celebrating a different &lt;em&gt;“Valentine”&lt;/em&gt; here – &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids Love Song Singing Competition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme paint a picture for you: Young kids dressed up to rival showgirls, gyrating to the likes of Britney Spears &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you never know&lt;em&gt;…‘I’m a Slave 4 U’&lt;/em&gt; might be considered a ‘love song’)&lt;/span&gt;…the clincher will come when some fellow’s 6-yr old daughter is giving her best &lt;em&gt;‘look at me’&lt;/em&gt; pose singing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I’ll make love to you…like you want me to…and I’ll hold you tight…baby all through the night…”&lt;/strong&gt; *shudders*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s barmy idea was this? Someone keep an eye out for the paedophiles…I’m sure they’ll be getting a thrill tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, and did anyone catch the horrifically BAD grammar display they put up for Valentine’s Day the other day? It was taken down almost immediately, but geez… &lt;em&gt;“celebrate Valentine Day with your LOVES one this year”&lt;/em&gt;??&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/7246579-4774569636575436788?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4774569636575436788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4774569636575436788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4774569636575436788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4774569636575436788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/really-someone-ought-to-be-shot-for.html' title='Really, someone ought to be SHOT for this…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6164720575476282407</id><published>2009-02-11T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:50:43.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>One Word Answers (!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This has got to be one of the silliest tags I’ve done – answering questions using only one word. And yes, it’s not as easy as you might think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;strong&gt;Table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? &lt;strong&gt;Non-existent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? &lt;strong&gt;Messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite thing? &lt;strong&gt;Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your dream last night? &lt;strong&gt;Unsettling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite drink? &lt;strong&gt;Liquid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream/goal? &lt;strong&gt;Attainable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What room you are in? &lt;strong&gt;Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your hobby? &lt;strong&gt;Blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your fear? &lt;strong&gt;Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where were you last night? &lt;strong&gt;Working&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Muffins? &lt;strong&gt;*Huh?*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Wish list item? &lt;strong&gt;Endless &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where you grew up? &lt;strong&gt;Everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last thing you did? &lt;strong&gt;Email &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are you wearing? &lt;strong&gt;Jeans &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your TV? &lt;strong&gt;Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your pets? &lt;strong&gt;Mischievous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Friends? &lt;strong&gt;Entertaining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your life? &lt;strong&gt;Overloaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? &lt;strong&gt;Stressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing some one? &lt;strong&gt;Maybe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Car? &lt;strong&gt;Parked &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? &lt;strong&gt;Skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your favourite store? &lt;strong&gt;Daiso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Jo’s so going to kill me for not saying Paperdoll instead!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. Your favourite color? &lt;strong&gt;Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When is the last time you laughed? &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you cried? &lt;strong&gt;Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who will resend this? &lt;strong&gt;Dunno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. One place that I go to over and over? &lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. One person who emails me regularly? &lt;strong&gt;None&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favourite place to eat? &lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Why you participated in this survey? &lt;strong&gt;Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you doing tonight? &lt;strong&gt;Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag originally came from Facebook, but ah well, I thought I’d share it with you all as well. :) Feel free to nick it for yourself too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-6164720575476282407?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6164720575476282407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6164720575476282407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6164720575476282407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6164720575476282407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-word-answers.html' title='One Word Answers (!!)'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-987021736732764534</id><published>2009-02-09T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:08:21.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ergh…Friday was such a ‘bi-polar’ day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(extreme highs and lows).&lt;/span&gt; A big part of the high was during the latter part of the afternoon at the office’s &lt;em&gt;“open house”,&lt;/em&gt; but I’ll save those pix for a different post. In the meantime however, the beginning and the end were capped off rather interestingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/dumbdriver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First thing in the morning, I found a parking lot just behind the lifts…but this silly woman &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and yes, I know it’s a woman’s car because ladies’ items were strewn all over the passenger seat, along with her &lt;em&gt;“driving sleeves”&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, why can’t people park properly??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Better yet, on the other side of her car was a pillar with a ONE FOOT gap of spare space in between…and she STILL managed to park over the line? &lt;em&gt;*grrr…*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was even better…I had let Patches into the room to sleep in her dog bed. In the early hours of the morning, I woke up to find her dog bed soaked through – &lt;em&gt;and the lazy mutt was still snoring away!&lt;/em&gt; LOL…before you ask, she’s completely house-trained, so it wasn’t her. We found out a pipe burst somewhere in the wall between my room and bathroom, and had been leaking water out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/burstpipe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just imagine, when I stepped on the floor just outside my bathroom, water &lt;strong&gt;SEEPED&lt;/strong&gt; out… o.O …the water seeped out from that end, as well as out the base in the middle of my cupboard &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(exactly where Patches’ dog bed was).&lt;/span&gt; First we tried shutting off the supply to the bathroom, but that didn’t help the leak…ended up having to shut off the MAINS to stop the seepage. So for the past two days, we have not had any water in the house! &lt;em&gt;*arrgghh*&lt;/em&gt; Thank GOD the plumber came along today, and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(partially) &lt;/span&gt;fixed the leak, so for now at least we’ve got water back in the house…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/tcm-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a separate note, what is with Tropicana City Mall anyway?? When I was there the other day, the entire lift lobby was just inundated with standing banners of the tenants on &lt;strong&gt;EVERY SINGLE FLOOR.&lt;/strong&gt; Gee...desperate much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-987021736732764534?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/987021736732764534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=987021736732764534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/987021736732764534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/987021736732764534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8226515196980596801</id><published>2009-02-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:43:02.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel loved…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing cheers me up quite like knowing someone’s thinking of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/bracelet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s so pretty, and goes with everything too! Very much appreciated babe, I love it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Just for the record, 'thinking of me' can be in a lot of different ways...I'm not that materialistic! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8226515196980596801?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8226515196980596801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8226515196980596801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8226515196980596801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8226515196980596801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-loved.html' title='I feel loved…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3024370687804094627</id><published>2009-02-03T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:46:48.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2009…pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;** Warning: Picture heavy post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I better get round to my CNY post before Chap Goh Mei passes me by…this year, my annual family reunion took place pre-CNY instead of post-CNY owing to Jaime’s wedding. We spent three days in &lt;s&gt;Genting View&lt;/s&gt; Awana Resort &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(damn I always get the two places confused) &lt;/span&gt;getting away from the bustle &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and HEAT!)&lt;/span&gt; of KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was an absolutely lovely skyline we saw outside the window when we arrived in Genting…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First night, and we spent it being mad durian ice cream lovers…with one exception – can you spot the not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we headed up to Genting proper &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(where else?)&lt;/span&gt; for some food and fun. This year though, not all the male cousins were able to join us – two of them were working and couldn’t take leave, so it was left to the girls to have fun. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for the shuttle bus to Skyway…emulating our brothers’ favourite pose…LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww Tine, don’t freak – it’s just the cable car! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to Tine’s sudden regression to childhood and the rest of us following suit, we decided to go to the theme park. And with special vouchers, we had a Buy One Get One Free on tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was the first ride we had to get on…and that was the way it went for most of the day – it was fascinating letting go of being adults for part of the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In hindsight, this pose was scarier than anything we saw in the haunted house during the ride…so much for the hype and anticipation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tine and myself with the Energizer man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting at the docks for the bumper boat ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some fun shots of the bumper boat rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tine and Kim demonstrating the “facelift” pose…inside joke! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some seriously gorgeous cupcakes we saw in the window of the Bakery in Genting…but they cost RM4.50 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the escalator with the parents and other relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left on the bus, we had about half an hour to kill so decided to check out the Ten Animal Kingdom place in the Skyway building itself. The entry from &lt;strong&gt;RM21 &lt;/strong&gt;each was hiked down to just &lt;strong&gt;RM7&lt;/strong&gt; each thanks to this persistent rep…what a killing they must make for those that just pay full fare! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the various animals we saw there…it was quite interesting to say the least…and quite worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The snake was one of the biggest I’ve seen in person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All four cuzzikins on the way back – not quite sure why Bernard isn’t in the picture, but ah well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way back from the cable car to the resort…tired, but happy all the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At dinner – Brian’s invention and balancing act…it took him half an hour to get it well balanced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we tried something new this year – karaoke!! Grandma got into the whole swing of things too… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Karaoke – go granny, go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad got more and more enthusiastic as the evening wore on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps the backup singers-dancers had something to do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next morning…time to leave (boo!) but granny’s wide awake and perky! Time for the annual photo session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what happens when you don’t bring your tripod…makeshift stand with a keropok tin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The compulsory annual family picture my grandfather always insisted on, which has carried on after his passing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family matriarch with her grand- and great-grandkids…grandma looks TINY compared to us big buffaloes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The annual immediate family photo with grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma and her three “FAMILY” granddaughters (ie. with the family surname)…although technically Tine is already meant to be booted out of the picture…LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because…ignore the sleepy un-made up faces…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way down from Genting, we stopped at Semenyih to visit my grandpa’s grave…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eve of CNY Eve (Mum’s side)… &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with my mum’s side of the family at Pantai Seafood Restaurant, and let’s say a little bit of wine went a long way…haha… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny got a bit tipsy…but not sure if she actually had any wine to begin with! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jo and grandma should put up a comedy act together…you can’t beat this combination! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, what’s CNY without at least one ‘lou sang’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CNY eve dinner (Dad’s side)… &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s one thing I noticed over the past couple of years, it the fact that we have had a proliferation of camera buffs on this side of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I mean? They’re starting young too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The new &lt;em&gt;‘import’&lt;/em&gt; Bernard looking stressed – oii, it’s only been a couple of weeks…takkan so fast stress already? Hehe…actually, it’s just the way the photo turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese New Year!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang pows ang pows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My aunt and her granddaughter – gosh, that sounds weird to think that the next generation is already here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, there’s only two girls – ie. me and Kim – left to celebrate CNY…aiyaiyai…the other two had to go back to their in-laws side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We could SO be an ad for KFC and Dominos…usually can’t be arsed to cook on CNY day (who wants to volunteer to be stuck in the kitchen the whole time??) so we just tapau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang pow time! Come get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if there was one underlying theme for CNY this year on my dad’s side…it would be…SLEEPING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyor…just check out all the sleepheads!! (notice there are a few recurring culprits too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny_41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This pretty lil bug interrupted our mah-jong game that night…just check out those cute fuzzy feelers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you had a brilliant CNY as well – any hilarious moments to share? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3024370687804094627?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3024370687804094627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3024370687804094627&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3024370687804094627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3024370687804094627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-2009pictures.html' title='CNY 2009…pictures!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-9005094269852386914</id><published>2009-01-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:51:44.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh…back in my nice air-conditioned room after a couple of days away. Gosh it was a warm CNY, but great to meet up with the extended family again, some of which I only get to see once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of angpows, plenty of food &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(err...ok, more like OVERLOAD of food)&lt;/span&gt;, some mah-jong, lots of laughter &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not to mention classic moments)&lt;/span&gt; and fun…both sides of my family are kooky and full of their idiosyncrasies, but at least it’s never boring…LOL… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/bee-cny09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favourite shot from this year…with the prerequisite angpows of course…hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty more pics to follow once I get them all sorted and uploaded…stay tuned!! Hope everyone had a lovely CNY too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-9005094269852386914?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/9005094269852386914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=9005094269852386914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/9005094269852386914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/9005094269852386914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I’m back!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3233259858429699918</id><published>2009-01-25T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:02:00.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking off for CNY…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to let you all know I’ll be travelling for the next few days…so here’s wishing all of you a very Happy Chinese New Year in advance. For those of you travelling outstation and heading back to your hometowns, stay safe and I’ll see you all soon!&lt;em&gt; *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/cny2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3233259858429699918?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3233259858429699918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3233259858429699918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3233259858429699918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3233259858429699918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-off-for-cny.html' title='Breaking off for CNY…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5265005677687118042</id><published>2009-01-14T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:16:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't kill me when you read this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/dadbday09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha...there's so much more I could talk about - like the now-famous colour &lt;em&gt;"jinggu",&lt;/em&gt; but at the risk of personal safety I'd better leave it here! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5265005677687118042?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5265005677687118042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5265005677687118042&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5265005677687118042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5265005677687118042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-kill-me-when-you-read-this.html' title='Don&apos;t kill me when you read this!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6171931569855362847</id><published>2009-01-13T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:15:16.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jem!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/bday_jem09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-6171931569855362847?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6171931569855362847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6171931569855362847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6171931569855362847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6171931569855362847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-jem.html' title='Happy Birthday Jem!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7505339866268210478</id><published>2009-01-12T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:53:06.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Jaime &amp; Bernard – 10.01.09…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s finally over…another cousin has bitten the bullet and gotten married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/jaime-bern_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My photos will be up in a bit since there are a LOT and well, a lot of them aren’t fit to be shown so there’s a fair bit of sifting to do…in the meantime, the one above is from &lt;a href="http://www.creativeclicks.com.my/"&gt;Creative Clicks&lt;/a&gt;. Turns out the photographer Sze was the same guy that shot my other friend Jackie’s wedding &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he got a great shot of Syat lunging for the bouquet!)…&lt;/span&gt;brilliant pictures, but this one was right on the money shot…hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the slideshow from the wedding, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.creativeclicks.com.my/blog/?p=1404"&gt;Creative Clicks&lt;/a&gt; to see the shots – and gorgeous ones they are too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7505339866268210478?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7505339866268210478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7505339866268210478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7505339866268210478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7505339866268210478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaime-bernard-100109.html' title='Jaime &amp; Bernard – 10.01.09…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4140292825595904400</id><published>2009-01-09T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:25:29.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pet is For Life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For animal lovers, it’s unfathomable to hear of people throwing away or neglecting their pets, but the reality is that there are many out there that just don’t take care of their pets. While surfing the other day, I remembered this ad campaign that came out a few years back which I thought was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that it was done by the &lt;a href="http://www.ava.gov.sg/"&gt;Agri-Food and Veterinary Authority &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(AVA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Singapore. When I did a bit of searching, I found that they did a few campaigns from 2004-2006 focusing on various aspects of responsible pet ownership – not just for dogs, but for cats, hamsters and rabbits too &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I never realised so many people kept rabbits and hamsters!).&lt;/span&gt; And knowing me, they were just too good not to share here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 – Do Not Abandon Your Pet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-04_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-04_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-04_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-04_4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 – Don’t Get Pets on Impulse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-06_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-06_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-06_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-06_4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 – Sterilise Your Pets&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-05_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-05_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-05_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/ava-05_4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2005 campaign was my absolute favourite – with the tagline &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You Can’t Teach Them To ‘Play It Safe’”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…it was genius! Admittedly it was borderline controversial with the condoms, but it really drives the point home don’t you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/smileypatch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* and before you ask, yes, my mutt is spayed… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4140292825595904400?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4140292825595904400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4140292825595904400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4140292825595904400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4140292825595904400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-is-for-life.html' title='A Pet is For Life…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8639036609362650460</id><published>2009-01-06T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:29:39.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lil Bro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/jan-mar09/lilbro08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8639036609362650460?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8639036609362650460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8639036609362650460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8639036609362650460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8639036609362650460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-lil-bro.html' title='Happy Birthday Lil Bro!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-5560394561892576591</id><published>2009-01-04T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:23:32.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Primary School Mini-Reunion…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was such a mind-blowing experience…it started when Charms made her annual trip back home and attempted to get a bunch of us to meet up for lunch. This resulted in a small bunch of us meeting at The Apartment @ The Curve for lunch…but we had so much more than just food and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I hadn’t seen some of them for over 10 years, and after the initial shock of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“wahliao…you look so different!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so cliché I know, but we couldn’t help it!)&lt;/span&gt; Of course, a couple of cocktails and beers didn’t hurt any in helping to get the conversation going&lt;em&gt;…*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dang…you would &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; believe the topics that came up – some was super corny, some should’ve been censored, laughing about old &lt;strong&gt;OLD&lt;/strong&gt; games &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who remembers Donkey and Batu Lima @ &lt;em&gt;‘Five Stone’&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt; not to mention it was like having your very own in-person magazine of who’s who and who’s doing what… :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come to think of it, I didn’t think about primary school as an exceptionally fabulous time of my life, but it’s always interesting to see how your memory adjusts its selectiveness to remember just the good times…hmmm…what’s up with that? &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it was as if it had been just a short leap through time we were little hellions…but when we actually sat down and calculated the years, the astounding reality was that we’ve known each other for at least 15 years &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and a few even go back further than 20 years!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charms, MayLee, Sharon &amp;amp; myself…ain’t we just pweeettyy?? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(clockwise from top left) – *yours truly*, Tho, Chua, Sharon, MayLee &amp;amp; Charms…small group this time – let’s hope it’s a bigger group the next around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would not imagine…our resident shutterbug back then &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah, in an era where the FILM camera was the norm)&lt;/span&gt; Charms actually &lt;strong&gt;KEPT&lt;/strong&gt; an entire stack of old photos, and brought them along!! &lt;strong&gt;OMG OMG OMG&lt;/strong&gt;…we had so much fun trying to put names to faces and remembering what was happening the time those photos were taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think some of us girls wanted to burn a couple of the more unflattering shots!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/srkdu-reunion_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see what I mean?? Eeeps…the things I divulge on this blog…these were some of the photos I spotted myself in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(circled in red)&lt;/span&gt; and err…I felt like cringing in a few of them!! Then again, so did everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the invention of makeup to ply the self-image with when we got older&lt;em&gt;…*laughs*&lt;/em&gt; I had a stitch in my side from laughing so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-5560394561892576591?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5560394561892576591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=5560394561892576591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5560394561892576591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/5560394561892576591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/primary-school-mini-reunion.html' title='Primary School Mini-Reunion…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-4091839723839355389</id><published>2009-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:01:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/reviews08/happynewyear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-4091839723839355389?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4091839723839355389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=4091839723839355389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4091839723839355389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/4091839723839355389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-9048288262816909419</id><published>2008-12-31T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:41:02.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An A-Z of Reflections…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/reviews08/past_2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to do something a little different to ring in the new year, here’s a A-Z of random acts, thoughts and feelings this past 366 days… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 2008, I was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;wed by the Beijing 2008 Olympics – go China!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;lessed with friends and family both near and far…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;elebrating plenty of weddings, including that of my own cousin Tine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;reaming of my London/Barcelona holiday – and oh, what a holiday it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;rr…enigmatic in my response when I tallied up just how much &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and what)&lt;/span&gt; I spent my $$ on this year?? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;retting over the fact that 2008 marked 10 years of me being out of highschool, and man did I feel old…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;rinning like a Cheshire cat over my 15 minutes of fame in NST as a &lt;strong&gt;‘beauty blogger’&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;oping that I would find &lt;strong&gt;‘The One’&lt;/strong&gt;…but I’m no longer obsessed about when that will happen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nundated with work, nuff said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ust chilling out with my misbehaving mutt, and having a ball…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ept in stitches by the theatrics unfolding in my country…their approach to bloggers, ISA, the judicial system…will it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;iterally sleep-deprived – just check out the bags under my eyes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;eeting new bloggie friends!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever able to resist a bargain&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…oops…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;bsessed over new wrinkles and lines…but heck, they’ll pop up sooner or later so I figure I’d rather focus on getting smile lines rather than frown lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;rocrastinating…a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uite appalled at how the human race can be capable of inhumane treatment towards animals…these people ought to be shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ather amused by the whole election process and its outcome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;till learning to just say ‘NO’…it’s a lot harder than it sounds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;rying not to overeat – succeeded at some, failed&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (miserably!)&lt;/span&gt; at others…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nder the impression that I would be satisfied with my trip to UK/Spain and Thailand…if anything, the travel bug has bitten something fierce – I’m dying to see more of the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;exed at the number of things I have yet to accomplish before my next birthday arrives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;restling with some of my inner demons, which I am confident I’ve managed to conquer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;…hmmm…Xasperated by the erratic Internet connections. And the Government is trying to push broadband?? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by the way, why don’t we have any other polite ‘X’ words in the dictionary to use??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;et time and time again, unbelievably at the thoughtfulness of some friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;any, quirky and a little bit odd…as always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quite refreshing, actually…hmm…now what shall I do about my resolutions? &lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-9048288262816909419?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/9048288262816909419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=9048288262816909419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/9048288262816909419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/9048288262816909419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/a-z-of-reflections.html' title='An A-Z of Reflections…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3455950414074863847</id><published>2008-12-30T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:37:52.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>I’ve been tagged yet again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syen has &lt;a href="http://soloverly.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-16-things-about-me.html"&gt;tagged me&lt;/a&gt; on a &lt;em&gt;“meme”…&lt;/em&gt;however, after thinking a bit I’ve decided to do it over here rather than on my review site… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose ten people &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don’t think I’ll stick to this)&lt;/span&gt; to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(“you’re it!”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted on your blog, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Gulp*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SIXTEEN&lt;/strong&gt; things? Oh boy. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a totally spoilt mutt that gets to go everywhere with me – and I don’t think there’s ever been a time where I didn’t have at LEAST one dog underfoot. But I would really love to have a Golden Retriever someday too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I can do super-weird bendy movements with my fingers. If you really want to see what that looks like, ask me to show you the next time we meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LA – actually having enough snow to build a snowman, and at Universal Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barcelona – next to Port Vell, trying not to fall off the Barcelona cathedral and at the Olympic stadium&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to travel more in the next few years – I had some of my best experiences in LA and Barcelona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Like Syen, I’m a total daddy’s girl… :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue – now don’t be thinking nasty thoughts k!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; A quarter of my life past, I still don’t have to wear glasses/ contact lenses&lt;em&gt;…*touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; I’m waiting for my desired license plate number to come out so that I can get my new car!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It’s going to be a Myvi, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; When I get stressed, I pull out strands of my hair…literally, strand by strand. I actually had a bald patch after SPM in Form 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot stand people that send in &lt;a href="http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-happening-to-graduates.html"&gt;crappy resumes for jobs&lt;/a&gt;. The above are actual examples of &lt;em&gt;“cover letters”&lt;/em&gt; people have sent in asking for jobs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; My most favourite city in the world is London…ahh, what memories… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; If I could afford it, I would go back to Australia every year…especially Melbourne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a total phobia towards cockroaches…especially the flying kind!! I had one fly into my hair once late at night – and I swear, the scream could have been heard by both Thailand and Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; My colour of obsession is purple. For some odd reason, my colour choice will always gravitate in that direction. And I look pretty good in strong purples too, if I might add…hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; My mum once told me that with my penchant for dabbling in very different areas, the most ideal profession for me was to be an &lt;strong&gt;UNDERTAKER (!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; If you’d told me a few years back that I’d be still blogging, much less keeping three blogs as well as meeting other bloggers, I’d say you were insane. Now, I can’t imagine life without these zany people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tag6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; The best time of my life was spent in Perth while I was studying. Being a bit of a narcissist, I was totally obsessed with the street on the corner near my campus – &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beatrice Avenue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re done!! Sixteen random facts about me…I don’t think I’m going to tag anyone this time around, but hey, feel free to nick it if you want! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3455950414074863847?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3455950414074863847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3455950414074863847&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3455950414074863847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3455950414074863847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged-yet-again.html' title='I’ve been tagged yet again!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2280764224582650321</id><published>2008-12-30T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:26:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m back…not quite back at full par yet, but at the very least, very determined not to let the last couple of days in 2008 pass me by!! :) For those of you that sent me well-wishes, thank you – especially those who thought I wouldn’t see my messages and opted to text me too! *big hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a while to organise my thoughts and photos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I took so many over the past few days!)&lt;/span&gt; k? Ahhh, it’s good to be back…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2280764224582650321?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2280764224582650321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2280764224582650321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2280764224582650321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2280764224582650321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-hey.html' title='Hey hey...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6383947461398813214</id><published>2008-12-25T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:01:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/xmas08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-6383947461398813214?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6383947461398813214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6383947461398813214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6383947461398813214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6383947461398813214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7952670911115530728</id><published>2008-12-24T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:29:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting off the holidays…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/sickie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not exactly what you’d want to see with the holidays around the corner rite? Sigh…what to do…I guess the past few weeks have finally caught up with me. I was supposed to have been on a duvet day yesterday to do my Christmas shopping &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and yes, I am THAT late with my shopping!)…&lt;/span&gt;unfortunately, a rather dramatic turn of events saw me nearly keel over in 1 Utama, giving my parents a right old scare in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the shopping trip got scrapped and I got sent off to the doc’s instead. Am hoping it’s nothing serious, but for now, I’m going to be pumped to the gills with meds. I’m going to spend Christmas as high as a kite! LOL…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7952670911115530728?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7952670911115530728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7952670911115530728&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7952670911115530728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7952670911115530728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-off-holidays.html' title='Starting off the holidays…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3935223580509997447</id><published>2008-12-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:38:04.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Text 100 Christmas Party 2008…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My office had its annual Christmas party a couple of weeks back, and it just showed me how much the team has grown since then. For one, Text 100 Malaysia now has its first baby &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ML’s)&lt;/span&gt; not to mention a new couple &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Libs)&lt;/span&gt;. Add that on to our interns and the already-expanded team, finding a place for us to cause our usual ruckus wasn’t easy!! Thankfully, the nice people at Café Libre &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who we had previously used for a couple of events)&lt;/span&gt; kindly agreed to host our rowdy crowd – and even gave us the pretty crackers you see in the picture above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of our interns, Jinn Wei and his present – he couldn’t come with us that night, but got a present from us anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, being the workaholics we are, a lot of us had to wait for the others to trickle in from the office. At least there was plenty of booze &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oops!)&lt;/span&gt; and animated conversation to keep us going till then. In hindsight, we should have gotten Shaffy to play Santa for us… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just check out the pile of presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee as usual (this is becoming a norm!) hamming it up with his tipple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing what we usually do in situations like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Libs in her reindeer ears was just too cute not to take a pic of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corina, Lee, ML, Vicks and Radiance (our other intern, but she joins us as a permanent staff in Jan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being the good PR practitioner, ML has her talking points all ready! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gee…the minute they announced dinner was served, you should have seen the &lt;em&gt;‘locusts’&lt;/em&gt; descend on it! You’d think we hadn’t been fed in months…then again, our Textie culture in Malaysia IS all about food, food and MORE food&lt;em&gt;…*urp* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Text 100 Msia’s first baby, Joshua – Corina, getting broody yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a couple of the presents I got during the trivia round…I particularly liked the design of the wrapper on these two… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We also had a round of rather physical charades, where one person had to use another to demonstrate an action or person while their team members tried to guess the answer. There were plenty of hilarious moments for sure!! Remind me to show you all the videos one of these days – that is, if I don’t get whacked by my colleagues first for sharing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even more presents – we reprised the &lt;em&gt;‘Secret Santa’&lt;/em&gt; again this year, drawing names out of a hat. My Secret Santa turned out to be…none other than ML herself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/t100xmas_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No evening would be complete without a group picture…and you can see how the team has grown!! :) Of course, you’d have to minus the two guys on the left since they’re the &lt;em&gt;“+1”&lt;/em&gt; partners, but even then…from 9 to 13 in a year is a big thing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and having 13 people for a company that’s just over 2 years old is an even bigger thing! Hehe…)&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/7246579-3935223580509997447?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3935223580509997447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3935223580509997447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3935223580509997447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3935223580509997447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/text-100-christmas-party-2008.html' title='Text 100 Christmas Party 2008…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3786753238803191136</id><published>2008-12-21T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:30:31.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to survive the run-up to Christmas…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every Christmas, there are so many things that need to be done that sometimes it just gets rather overwhelming. Work-wise, it was supposed to have slowed down for year-end &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what with most companies doing the same)&lt;/span&gt; but this year it was seriously unbelievably hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hectic? Hey, if it can get bad enough to make me lose almost 6 kilos in 3 weeks, it’s BAD. Of course, there are some little perks that have kept me going…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/pitiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pitiful &lt;em&gt;“come pat me”&lt;/em&gt; looks my mutts give me every morning and evening – aww…who wouldn’t want to come back to that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/chocoload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chocolate overload – endorphin central! The office had a Patchino overload &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with its oh-so-cute wrappers)&lt;/span&gt; with a lovely big pack compliments of &lt;a href="http://www.ernamahyuni.com/"&gt;Erna&lt;/a&gt;…thanks babe!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It’s all gone already in case you were wondering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/vouchers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course, something to look forward to once the rush is over…I got a nice haul of Jusco vouchers and movie tickets from the company Christmas dinner…and it was a lot of fun! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The party, not the vouchers!) &lt;/span&gt;but I’ll go into the party in a different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate bit, we had the first run of my church’s Christmas cantata last night…and a big thank you to &lt;a href="http://parisbeaverbanks.com/"&gt;PB&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pinkelle.com/"&gt;PE&lt;/a&gt; for coming &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hehe…and J as well of course!)&lt;/span&gt;. The final night is tonight, so do come if you can k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3786753238803191136?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3786753238803191136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3786753238803191136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3786753238803191136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3786753238803191136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-survive-run-up-to-christmas.html' title='How to survive the run-up to Christmas…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2974276567783574110</id><published>2008-12-15T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:30:38.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Christmas is Jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My church will be putting up its Christmas cantata this Saturday and Sunday. And quite simply, the title &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Christmas is Jesus”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; says it all. This year, the ‘sound’ of the music is a bit funkier and jazzed up so we’ll be having a real good time with it – and hope you will too! The program starts at 8.30pm, so there’s plenty of time for you to go have your dinner at 7.00pm and come on down then, so I expect to see you all there yea? :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tmcpj_xmas08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/tmcpj_xmas08.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click for larger image) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dates:&lt;/strong&gt; 20th (Saturday) &amp;amp; 21st (Sunday) December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trinity Methodist Church Petaling Jaya&lt;br /&gt;6 Jalan 5/37,&lt;br /&gt;46000 Petaling Jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admission:&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely FREE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2974276567783574110?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2974276567783574110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2974276567783574110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2974276567783574110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2974276567783574110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-jesus.html' title='Christmas is Jesus...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-3953714601202130219</id><published>2008-12-11T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:20:01.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of telling me to ask for help if you won’t give it to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the other end of the spectrum, how do you teach someone who doesn’t want to be taught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, something’s going to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be there to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that will be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be satisfied then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-3953714601202130219?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3953714601202130219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=3953714601202130219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3953714601202130219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/3953714601202130219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-had-it.html' title=''/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-1350144189002173034</id><published>2008-11-30T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:09:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Sunday afternoon…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The start to another week is almost here, and hmm…it doesn’t feel that different, does it? Come to think of it, I’ve been finding it a bit hard to keep writing on this site. For one, I usually end up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Posting heaps of event pictures&lt;br /&gt;2. Ranting about some issue that irks me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which sometimes doesn’t even make it to the pages since I forget about it shortly after)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Writing about subjects that get deleted when I’m reminded that certain parental parties read this blog too! Not that they’re THAT controversial, but aiyah, to keep the peace…unless I get really p*ssed off about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after attending quite a few beauty-related events recently, I realised that even with all the talk about promoting healthier body images, models are still as skinny as ever – if not even MORE so. Seriously, what kind of contradicting images are they trying to push?? Take this model I saw at a recent Dior event…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/skinny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Couture and beauty or not, it seriously looks disturbing. Bony arms and legs, jutting collarbone, and clothes that HANG off her emaciated frame &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and don’t even get me started on the state of her feet)&lt;/span&gt; are not my idea of beauty. The other model that was at the event was also super slim, but at least looked within normal margins. This one just looked ill…regardless of what anyone says about slim being beautiful, going to extremes to achieve nearly-zero body fat levels has no benefits whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, your skin and hair look completely sallow from lack of nutrients, not to mention your face looks hollowed out – similar to that of a walking skeleton. Nails and bones are brittle, setting you up for a host of problems in later years such as arthritis, osteoporosis, rheumatism and carpal tunnel syndrome. Sure, you may be able to fit into sample sizes and boast an angular jawline, but at the risk of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I may be mistaken here, but there’s nothing appealing about cuddling up to a bag of bones in bed, or anywhere else for that matter. I’d personally rather be a little over than under, and that would apply to the kind of guys I like as well…me want to hug cuddly teddy bear, not bag of Legos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/skinny-curvy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of the two above, who would you rather go for? Be honest now!&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/7246579-1350144189002173034?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1350144189002173034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=1350144189002173034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1350144189002173034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1350144189002173034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Thoughts on a Sunday afternoon…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6520666608197523619</id><published>2008-11-23T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:47:01.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Pinkelle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just got back from Pinkelle’s wedding dinner – and this would have to be the first time I’ve ever attended a blogger pal’s wedding! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not counting Tine's of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/pinkellewed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-6520666608197523619?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6520666608197523619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6520666608197523619&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6520666608197523619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6520666608197523619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulations-pinkelle.html' title='Congratulations Pinkelle!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-8137174398341666724</id><published>2008-11-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:15:00.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Sculpture fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the recent MPH Warehouse sale, I saw the small box kits sitting in one corner of the sale and couldn’t resist picking up one in particular to play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/magnetfun_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magnet Fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/magnetfun_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe…I’ve got to de-stress somehow right? This kit lets me create sculptures out of naughts and crosses on a base with a strong magnetic core…and it’s just so much fun! There’s a booklet too to show me how to get started on some basic fun sculptures &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(one of them is a COCONUT TREE would you believe?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/magnetfun_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooooo…this has been keeping me entertained for a while…any suggestions on what sculpture I should try to create? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-8137174398341666724?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8137174398341666724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=8137174398341666724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8137174398341666724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/8137174398341666724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/magnetic-sculpture-fun.html' title='Magnetic Sculpture fun!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-6192046413503703181</id><published>2008-11-21T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:23:09.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Stress Reduction Kit…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saw this on the Muse’s site, and I thought it was just SO appropriate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please note that it says put on firm surface, so make use of the table ya, so don’t go whacking your heads into your computer screens!! &lt;em&gt;*giggles*…&lt;/em&gt;the computer more expensive than the table k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; I especially loved Direction #4!! &lt;em&gt;*ROFL*&lt;/em&gt;&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/7246579-6192046413503703181?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6192046413503703181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=6192046413503703181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6192046413503703181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/6192046413503703181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/stress-reduction-kit.html' title='Stress Reduction Kit…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-1941230829623526187</id><published>2008-11-19T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:38:00.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>18 REASONS WHY ALCOHOL SHOULD BE SERVED AT WORK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/vic091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's an incentive to show up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It reduces stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It leads to more honest communications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It reduces complaints about low pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It cuts down on time off because you can work with a hangover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Employees tell management what they think, not what management wants to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It helps save on heating costs in the winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It encourages carpooling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Increase job satisfaction because if you have a bad job, you don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It makes fellow employees look better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It makes the cafeteria food taste better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Suddenly, burping during a meeting isn't so embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Employees work later since there's no longer a need to relax at the bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It makes everyone more open with their ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone agrees they work better after they've had a couple of drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* No, I do not have anything to imply by this...&lt;br /&gt;** But yes, my office DOES have a stock of alcohol…LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-1941230829623526187?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1941230829623526187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=1941230829623526187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1941230829623526187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/1941230829623526187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-reasons-why-alcohol-should-be-served.html' title='18 REASONS WHY ALCOHOL SHOULD BE SERVED AT WORK...'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7820794781473398288</id><published>2008-11-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:49:38.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter’s down…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/twitterdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyy?!?!?! I had so much to tweet too…LOL…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7820794781473398288?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7820794781473398288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7820794781473398288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7820794781473398288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7820794781473398288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/twitters-down.html' title='Twitter’s down…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-7731044029958932717</id><published>2008-11-17T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:57:06.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>30 Skills Every Woman Should Have Before Turning 30…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.sweetcontemplation.com/2008/11/30-skills-every-woman-should-have.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tine&lt;/a&gt;’s site and had a pretty good laugh about the items on the list. Of course, I’m not that much further behind the big 3-0 mark than her, so I figured why not for a bit of fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of skills a woman should have mastered by the time she turns 30 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although I have my reservations about a few of them!).&lt;/span&gt; I’ve bolded the ones that I’ve done, and my comments are in italic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Hard boil an egg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diplomatically tell Mom to butt-out &lt;i&gt;(still working on this one…my mum does NOT take these conversations well!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Ace a job interview&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Ask a man out&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I agree with Tine, it’s not as difficult as it looks)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Send a thoughtful thank you note&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Listen to a friend in need&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Ask for help&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(heck yeah!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Effectively end an unhealthy relationship (romantic or platonic in nature)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(painful, but it had to be done)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Beautifully wrap a gift&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(sometimes I wish I hadn’t though…now everyone wants something pretty too!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Say “no” gracefully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Whip up a great dinner with the five items in her fridge&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(not sure if this is still applicable or not, since the last time I did this was back in 2004!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Forget pleasing him, by 30 a woman should be able to tell her man exactly how to please her&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(What by 30?? Geez, this should be implemented a lot earlier…although, exactly WHAT this refers to can be very subjective…*wink*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Sew a button&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Mix a kick-ass cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Take off her bra without removing her shirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Apply lip gloss in the dark&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(hehe…it’s not only lipgloss – I can usually apply most of my lip products in the dark without a mirror)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Balance her checkbook&lt;br /&gt;18. Create a budget &lt;i&gt;(err…this is a half and half…not quite there yet!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Find the best deal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I’m Chinese…it’s in the blood!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Negotiate a salary and/or pay raise&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(and then some!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Read a map&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I don’t understand why there’s such a huge fuss about this one)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Hail a cab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Say something in French just for the hell of it&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(apart from the phrases parroted from Moulin Rouge, I could probably get by with “Can you help me please??” and the much-needed “I don’t speak French, can you speak English?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Apologize when she’s wrong&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(it didn’t say how many times right?heehee…)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Dress for her body type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Change a flat (or know whom to call to come change it)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(mum, what’s the number of your mechanic again ah?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Spot a fake (handbag, diamond, potential friend…)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(mind you, there are PLENTY in my line of work…)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Feign interest&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(not very well, but enough to get by)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Know what to tip on a $25 dinner bill &lt;i&gt;(err…what about for those in countries that DON’T tip?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Hold a baby (Hey, someone you know is bound to have one sooner or later)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I LOVE carrying babies…just can’t stand them when they poop or cry. That said, please don’t use me as your standby babysitter unless I offer! LOL…)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 out of 30…hmm…this is a bit easier than I thought! I suppose I should be able to get these done by the time I’m 30…although how I’m supposed to figure out #29 is a bit of a mystery. Can someone help? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-7731044029958932717?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7731044029958932717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=7731044029958932717&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7731044029958932717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/7731044029958932717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/30-skills-every-woman-should-have.html' title='30 Skills Every Woman Should Have Before Turning 30…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2133161303003041023</id><published>2008-11-17T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:08:10.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Zits…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I nearly keeled over laughing when I saw this comic in the papers recently…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/zits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you’ve got typical, run-of-the-mill parents, you’ll be laughing your head off as well. This is SO true!! Actually, if you come to think of it, many people use familiar, easy-to-remember numbers or dates for their passwords. And for the not so tech-savvy parents, this is even more common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part? It’s when the kids know all about it while the parents are thinking that no one will ever be able to figure out their passwords, and both sides carry on blissfully with their knowledge, or lack of thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my parents used to use their wedding anniversary for their ATM password when I was a LOT younger &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I was about 9 or 10 I think, and yes, it has been changed multiple times since then!)&lt;/span&gt; and my mum’s mobile phone is probably only locked to anyone ELSE outside the family – not because she told us what the password is, but let’s just say my mum is a creature of habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it…any password that is either 4 or 6 digits is quite predictable – mobile pin, ATM pin, even email passwords can use the same numbers. It’s either birthdays, or house numbers, or even anniversaries. Zits just happened to put it into a humorous piece. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of your parents like that? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2133161303003041023?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2133161303003041023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2133161303003041023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2133161303003041023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2133161303003041023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/zits.html' title='Zits…'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246579.post-2528489835650242271</id><published>2008-11-13T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:43:15.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one of these!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;McDonalds has come out with their latest range of premiums around the Madagascar 2 movie…and OMG, these are just SOOOOOO cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/trisl/oct-dec2008/mcdmoveit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My colleague got the giraffe ears the other day, and I’ll be damned if they weren’t the funniest things we’d ever seen…of course, him wearing the in the office was part of the fun, but that’s a different matter altogether lah…hehe…for me though, I’ve got my eye on the hippo ears. Dunno why, but I like to pronounce it as &lt;em&gt;“yip-poe”&lt;/em&gt; rather than hippo – childish but what the hey! You’re only as old as you feel rite? &lt;em&gt;*giggles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246579-2528489835650242271?l=beetrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2528489835650242271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246579&amp;postID=2528489835650242271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2528489835650242271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246579/posts/default/2528489835650242271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beetrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-one-of-these.html' title='I want one of these!!'/><author><name>beetrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07401177611828567863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ows1zM_upb8/R6yBjV99n1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPobPp1sODw/S220/beetrice-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
