<?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-3919553896071765631</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:54:31.257+08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Just For FUN'/><category term='family'/><category term='Make Merry'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Radio'/><category term='What I Read'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Fairy tales'/><category term='Downer'/><category term='Current Affairs'/><category term='Funny Videos'/><title type='text'>Sentiments of Life and the eventuality...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1199791799796412257</id><published>2011-01-03T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:00:44.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>Another year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end nor the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;It is the continuation of our lives until our last breath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1199791799796412257?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1199791799796412257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1199791799796412257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1199791799796412257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1199791799796412257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2184935462158780653</id><published>2010-08-29T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:00:41.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Experience in Kumpuchia</title><content type='html'>Keith &amp;amp; I just came back from Cambodia for a 3D/2N trip. Honestly, when come to holiday destination, country like Cambodia would never be our pick because our impressions on the country was sloppy and certainly nothing much for us to explore around as we are not interested in temple visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is not convenient for me to disclose the reason that led us there, so let's just say it was a God blessing to allowed us to have such humbling &amp;amp; enriching experience after seeing the life styles and living conditions of the majority of the low/medium income Cambodians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whole new experience altogether seeing the real thing comparing to what we saw on TV/magazines. The impact is so much greater after talking to the locals during our visits to all the major old ruined temples like Angkor Wat, Bayon, Pink Lady, Tomb Raider and many others to understand more about their history and the life of their people. It really made us realise that what we have back home in Malaysia is some sort of a comparison between Heaven &amp;amp; Hell in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no regret of the trip eventhough there really isn't much to do, so a 3D/2N trip was suffice for us. Foods that we have tasted in different stalls and restaurants were pretty tasty. However, the cost of living in Cambodia is certainly very high comparing to their earning power. Majority of them can't afford to eat out in their entire life, with the exception of those working as tour guides which they get the chance to get free food from the restaurant in return of bringing the tourists there for meals or the driversbeing invited by the tourists to have theri meals together (which we did). It is common for Cambodian to have home cook food for all 3 meals a day. Even for Keith and myself, we find things  in Cambodia are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in Cambodia is transacting in US Dollars. Imagine people are earning as low as USD30 - USD600 a month but a plate of fried rice actually cost USD4. While a can of Coke cost USD2 in Cambodia, a can of beer cost USD2.50. So just do a simple math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life there is really tough. Children as young as 3 years old are being exploited by their parents to sell souvenirs at all the tourist hot spots. You would be approach by at least 10 people asking you to buy something which mostly are selling the exact same things. But luckily they would just ask &amp;amp; beg but not touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short trip make us realise how bless we are with all the things we have. It was certainly a worthwhile trip. If you think you have a lousy life, terrible job, envy of your friends who can afford branded goods but you can't or not satisfied with anything in your life, go make a trip there and see what kind of life people are leading in country like Cambodia. You will realise how lucky you are after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2184935462158780653?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2184935462158780653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2184935462158780653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2184935462158780653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2184935462158780653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-experience-in-kumpuchia.html' title='My Experience in Kumpuchia'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6657187420388531064</id><published>2010-08-25T21:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:08:45.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Funny &amp; Creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/THUjEjDh2XI/AAAAAAAABZg/mRSqu3UYigQ/s1600/ATTF.jpg"&gt;Received these pictures from a friend and thought of sharing it with you  all as I think it's very creative and amusing. 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width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/THUhuMp9AUI/AAAAAAAABV4/50bJAlcFzu8/s400/ATT1A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346796712558914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/THUhtyahb0I/AAAAAAAABVw/egu9al1PN6Q/s1600/ATT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/THUhtyahb0I/AAAAAAAABVw/egu9al1PN6Q/s400/ATT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346789668515650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6657187420388531064?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6657187420388531064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6657187420388531064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6657187420388531064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6657187420388531064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-creative.html' title='Funny &amp; Creative'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/THUjEjDh2XI/AAAAAAAABZg/mRSqu3UYigQ/s72-c/ATTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-512051380113373953</id><published>2010-08-16T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:03:11.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Experience</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my very first experience as a recording artist attempted to record my debut single. Oh my..... it's a totally different experience all together as a recording artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recorded an album for my personal collection last year, which I simply pick a few songs, practice a few times and headed to the studio and recorded the songs. That was really easy as it was just like singing Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2-3 hours spent in the studio yesterday has proved challenging. I was really nervous but still I thought I would be able to finish recording the song in that one session. But I was so wrong. It is not that easy after all. What makes it even more challenging is because I write my own songs so everything has to starts from scratch and it is really depends on myself how I'll deliver the songs well in my own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand why some artists can actually take a few years to produce one album and now it makes total sense to me as in why these days the recording companies would release singles as and when a new song completed. It is really not easy to produce an album and it does take lots of time and hard work to make good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna require more effort than what I've expected but nonetheless it is a great experience and I am glad that I have make it this far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I wish to release my single as soon as possible but I'm not going to rush it for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself and those who support me that I will make serious and good music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please be patient my dear friends! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-512051380113373953?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/512051380113373953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=512051380113373953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/512051380113373953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/512051380113373953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-experience.html' title='New Experience'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6998984375587226310</id><published>2010-07-20T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:59:59.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Just A Little Updates</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...have not been feeling really well these past few weeks and things got worst after I went for the charity run on Sunday morning. I am basically dehydrated after exposed under the sun and lost of loads of water thru sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hit with sore throat. fever. migraine. nose congestion and not to mention dehydration. Went to work yesterday with a very bad sore throat that hurts so bad. I made it thru the whole day and leave work on time to get home for some rest. Towards the evening the fever started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning found myself in a pool of sweat and migraine. Sore throat still there and I felt really bad. Went and see doctor, bought some buns for breakfast and lunch then came home to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be all recovered tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an album to make. I can't keep falling sick or unwell. I must stay strong and healthy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6998984375587226310?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6998984375587226310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6998984375587226310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6998984375587226310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6998984375587226310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-little-updates.html' title='Just A Little Updates'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1134816169763766709</id><published>2010-06-29T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:36:13.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sealed</title><content type='html'>The Deal Is Finally Sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling my friends and family about the project of my solo album for months and I finally got my contract signed and all the deal is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many discussions to and fro in the past months and I'm glad that I have it all settled yesterday. Now I got to get started and keep the ball rolling... keep rolling rolling rolling... keep rolling rolling rolling.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna have busy busy months ahead but am not going to rush for it as I want to make quality music, besides, whether I make it or not, will all depends on my debut. So gonna do it right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to the people behind this (am not going to reveal too much for now) and I want to give a big shout out of love and gratitude to my beloved hubby, Keith. Without his love, support and understanding, none of this would ever materialised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my official first step towards my Goal. It is no longer just a dream. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR BELIEVING IN ME........ God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1134816169763766709?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1134816169763766709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1134816169763766709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1134816169763766709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1134816169763766709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/sealed.html' title='Sealed'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6315204365979216179</id><published>2010-06-21T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:29:46.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Chinese Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I've composed a melody and am trying to put in Chinese lyrics. I've been cracking my head for days but can't seem to even come out with 1 line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quite know how to express it in Chinese and how to form the verse. Should I outsource it? Hmmmm... How? How? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will give myself  till end of this week, else gotta get help from those who are very good in Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6315204365979216179?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6315204365979216179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6315204365979216179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6315204365979216179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6315204365979216179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/chinese-lyrics.html' title='Chinese Lyrics'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4755256854514096446</id><published>2010-06-19T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:27:23.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>On Treatment for H. Pylori Bacteria</title><content type='html'>Keith &amp;amp; I went for a blood test last month and a bacteria called, Helicobacter Pylori or H. Pylori in short were detected in my blood. I was advise to do a further check up for confirmation if that bacteria is found in my stomach as well. Hence, I made an appointment and went to a hospital this morning and did an Endoscopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test came back positive and according to the doctor my stomach lining was very red, which might due to some inflammation. So now I have to take 1 week medication to treat it and to see the doctor again in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not really serious as many people have these bacteria in them nowadays. However, it is good to detect it and treat it early as this is the type of bacteria which might cause stomach ulcer/cancer in the long run if not treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who always have gastric pain, heartburn or feel bloated even though you have a proper diet practice, do go and do a blood test on this H.Pylori bacteria to fins out if your problem is causes by that. Do not take it lightly as it might turn to something bad if not treated properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure was pretty simple as I don't remember when I was knock out and when it ended as they put me on general anesthesia. As the dosage was low hence the grogginess didn't lasted very long after I regained consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side is, when they stuffed the tube down my throat to my stomach to extract the cells for the test, it must have scratched my throat as it is a bit painful and swollen even until now. Hope the swell and pain will go away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4755256854514096446?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4755256854514096446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4755256854514096446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4755256854514096446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4755256854514096446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-treatment-for-h-pylori-bacteria.html' title='On Treatment for H. Pylori Bacteria'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5432542312622193175</id><published>2010-06-14T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:48:19.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><title type='text'>When Inspiration Strikes....</title><content type='html'>An inspiration just strike me this morning when I was busy working. I had to quickly write down whatever flow into my mind while rushing for my work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of panicky as I still don't know how to use my new phone for voice recording and I didn't have time to figure it out then so in fear of forgetting the melody, I had to keep singing it in my head over and over again while working on the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have the inspiration to write a song, it is ALWAYS the chorus that strikes my mind first. So each time all the chorus are easy peasy. And then I have to slowly work on the other part of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a real love-hate relations with song writing as most of the time when I think of a title and try to write something, nothing would come out. My sudden inspiration always came unexpectedly and often caught me off guard and when I don't have the chance to actually record it down there and then, I'd have to try my best not to forget it. But sadly not all the time I can remember it as after a while the mind tend to drift off to some other thoughts. :D If I'm lucky, sometimes the melody does come back then I can continue to work on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am working on my solo album now, hence I am under pressure to write the songs. Yes, my debut solo album is gonna features all songs written by myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5432542312622193175?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5432542312622193175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5432542312622193175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5432542312622193175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5432542312622193175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-inspiration-strikes.html' title='When Inspiration Strikes....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6135031763514401918</id><published>2010-06-13T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:19:01.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>Mmmm... was just wondering, with the existence of Blog, how many people still write their diaries the conventional way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6135031763514401918?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6135031763514401918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6135031763514401918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6135031763514401918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6135031763514401918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2079419250548245801</id><published>2010-06-12T10:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:18:38.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Awkward Self</title><content type='html'>I often feel very awkward about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what everyone may thinks, I never really feel good about myself. I don't really have much self confidence and I certainly don't feel attractive at all. Yup, I don't quite feel comfortable in my own skin. I believe I have mentioned this many times in my earlier posts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own eyes, I always feel like I look like a Guy. Yes, I think I look like a Dude. But I have a solution. I just pretend that I'm a Transvestite. A dude that cross-dress as a girl and I also play the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I feel less awkward about myself now. Mmmmm.... it might sounds a bit weird but this is what it is. Some must be wondering why do I share something so personal with everyone. Well, I just want to tell all the ladies out there, you are Not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all female have this same issue no matter how they look. For example, I saw a programme on E! 2 days ago and they were talking about Mary-Kate Olsen's (one of the famous Olsen Twins) eating disorder problem. In one of her interview, she said that:"Sometimes when I look at my sister (Ashley), I'm thinking why can't I be as beautiful as my sister?". You see what is the problem here? They are identical twins and surely Mary-Kate is as beautiful as Ashley. So, why Mary-Kate had such thought? That is because we don't see ourselves as how other people see us. We often see ourselves base on how we feel about ourselves which link to our self esteem level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never be good enough for ourselves and there are a lot of chain reactions as it not only affect ourselves, it would affect the people who love us &amp;amp; care for us as well. Ask me, I have been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only way not to make matter worst is try to find a way to make yourself feel good, even if you have to fake it. Trust me, if you can convince yourself that, you'll feel good about yourself eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2079419250548245801?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2079419250548245801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2079419250548245801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2079419250548245801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2079419250548245801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/akward-self.html' title='Awkward Self'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2596188101242580071</id><published>2010-05-15T09:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:07:30.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>In our short life time we come across many people in our lives. There are our family, relatives, friends, colleagues  and &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;acquaintances, which some might be with us in our entire life time and some are just few years or as short as just a few minutes encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the length of time that we spend with anyone , every single being that we meet plays a part in our lives. And every one of them would either influence or affect us one way or another. It need not be a direct face to face or online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interactions&lt;/span&gt;. More often than not, we could be affected and influenced by merely visuals, words, sounds &amp;amp; touch from an ad on a billboard, a book we read, a speech, a twit, a touch or even just a stare. All these could affect us in so many ways without us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realizing&lt;/span&gt; it. Its could simply change our thoughts, perceptions, decisions, feelings towards anything or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, human being, often think too highly of ourselves and always live in a self denial world where we believe we are the most intelligence being on earth and we have total control of ourselves that we would not be easily influence by anything or anyone. But the truth is, we are not that impervious. Never underestimate anything no matter how minute it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me being involved in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; metal band recently has actually caused some stirs and it was rather shocking to many of my friends and family members as they never have imagine I could associate myself with this sort of band. Well, to most people, they still have the perception that those who sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; hatred, condemnation, hell, blood &amp;amp; murder are witchcraft/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; worshipper as the lyrics are often anti-Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have shown their concerned and I really appreciate their love &amp;amp; care. As much as I try to convince them that I do not worship the Darkness and am still a God fearing person. I mustn't underrate the power of Darkness as many (those with similar experience) have told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I try to be more cautious about my behaviour and constantly pray to God for guidance in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may think I am in full control but I might be wrong. I am more wary these days when I pray to make sure that I am talking to Jesus and not the Satan. But so far I think I'm safe because I am still the same person as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all the people out there, thank you so much of your support and concern. Love ya all!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muackz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be careful....as what you all have advised me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2596188101242580071?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2596188101242580071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2596188101242580071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2596188101242580071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2596188101242580071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5197145176200137575</id><published>2010-05-09T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:47:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALUN</title><content type='html'>Things are going really well for my band. The printing of album is about done and we had a band meeting this afternoon to sort out some issues and work out our jamming schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna keep my fingers cross and pray for God's blessing for the great response for our debut album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5197145176200137575?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5197145176200137575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5197145176200137575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5197145176200137575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5197145176200137575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/halun.html' title='HALUN'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8724166328442555514</id><published>2010-04-04T12:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:18:59.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><title type='text'>Rice Fields of Japan - Displays on the field in art form !!!</title><content type='html'>Everything has a Beauty. But, not everyone sees it.....&lt;br /&gt;RICE FIELDS OF JAPAN - AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;Looks ordinary enough...... but watch as the rice grows!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaDDapizI/AAAAAAAABVY/QeSLTXBAn8Q/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139588318366514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaDDapizI/AAAAAAAABVY/QeSLTXBAn8Q/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaCsDBB8I/AAAAAAAABVQ/roqLjpPnwK8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139582045226946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaCsDBB8I/AAAAAAAABVQ/roqLjpPnwK8/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaCUMs-iI/AAAAAAAABVI/vYp8l_kyou4/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139575643404834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaCUMs-iI/AAAAAAAABVI/vYp8l_kyou4/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZrneaX-I/AAAAAAAABVA/mvU2EU1eQc0/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139185680965602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZrneaX-I/AAAAAAAABVA/mvU2EU1eQc0/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZrCijNpI/AAAAAAAABU4/PRFcVYQt70I/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139175766210194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZrCijNpI/AAAAAAAABU4/PRFcVYQt70I/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZq2gfvrI/AAAAAAAABUw/4kRwrPCZ00k/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139172536368818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZq2gfvrI/AAAAAAAABUw/4kRwrPCZ00k/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZqR2w-rI/AAAAAAAABUo/ClNXrK3UG5I/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139162697661106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZqR2w-rI/AAAAAAAABUo/ClNXrK3UG5I/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZpnWBofI/AAAAAAAABUg/I0p_z4zkTjw/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456139151286051314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZpnWBofI/AAAAAAAABUg/I0p_z4zkTjw/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning crop art has sprung up across rice fields in Japan , but this is no alien creation.&lt;br /&gt;The designs have been cleverly PLANTED!&lt;br /&gt;Farmers creating the huge displays use no ink or dye. Instead, different colour rice plants&lt;br /&gt;have been precisely and strategically arranged and grown in the paddy fields.&lt;br /&gt;As summer progresses and the plants shoot up, the detailed artwork begins to emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZdfn1iKI/AAAAAAAABUY/O-MnxCkgRVQ/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456138943054842018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZdfn1iKI/AAAAAAAABUY/O-MnxCkgRVQ/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Sengoku warrior on horseback has been created from hundreds of thousands of rice plants.&lt;br /&gt;The colours are created by using different varieties of rice plants, whose leaves grow in certain colours.&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken in Inakadate , Japan ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZLnOGtxI/AAAAAAAABUQ/lIYtrCoz1z0/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456138635856754450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZLnOGtxI/AAAAAAAABUQ/lIYtrCoz1z0/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Napoleon on horseback can be seen from the skies.&lt;br /&gt;This was created by precision planting and months of planning by villagers and farmers located in Inkadate , Japan ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZLYUCNRI/AAAAAAAABUI/K9pHYJVLbWE/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456138631855093010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZLYUCNRI/AAAAAAAABUI/K9pHYJVLbWE/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fictional warrior Naoe Kanetsugu and his wife, Osen, whose lives are featured on the television series 'Tenchijin' appear in fields in the town of Yonezawa in the Yamagata prefecture of Japan ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZK_u9WOI/AAAAAAAABUA/H0dIJ1DPScg/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456138625257134306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZK_u9WOI/AAAAAAAABUA/H0dIJ1DPScg/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year, various artwork has popped up in other rice-farming areas of Japan , including designs of deer dancers.&lt;br /&gt;Smaller works of 'crop-art' can be seen in other rice-farming areas of Japan such as this image of Doraemon and deer dancers. The farmers create the murals by planting little purple and yellow-leafed Kodaimai rice along with their local green-leafed Tsugaru, a Roman variety, to create the coloured patterns in the time between planting and harvesting in September.&lt;br /&gt;The murals in Inakadate cover 15,000 square meters of paddy fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZKbhnLHI/AAAAAAAABT4/9FVzELSzoYE/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456138615537478770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZKbhnLHI/AAAAAAAABT4/9FVzELSzoYE/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZKFDmatI/AAAAAAAABTw/HL_bmh92PHI/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456138609506020050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gZKFDmatI/AAAAAAAABTw/HL_bmh92PHI/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From ground level, the designs are invisible, and viewers have to climb the mock castle tower of the village office to get a glimpse of the work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closer to the image, the careful placement of the thousands of rice plants in the paddy fields can be seen. Rice-paddy art was started there in 1993 as a local revitalization project, an idea that grew from meetings of the village committees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different varieties of rice plants grow alongside each other to create the masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;In the first nine years, the village office workers and local farmers grew a simple design of Mount Iwaki every year. But their ideas grew more complicated and attracted more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, agreements between landowners allowed the creation of enormous rice paddy art.&lt;br /&gt;A year later, organizers used computers to precisely plot the planting of four differently colored rice varieties that bring the images to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRULY A WORK OF ART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8724166328442555514?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8724166328442555514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8724166328442555514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8724166328442555514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8724166328442555514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/rice-fields-of-japan-displays-on-field.html' title='Rice Fields of Japan - Displays on the field in art form !!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7gaDDapizI/AAAAAAAABVY/QeSLTXBAn8Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1019651090043563530</id><published>2010-03-31T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:01:35.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Creative Coffins... Anyone?</title><content type='html'>These cool &amp;amp; unique coffins are made in Africa. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807617503194002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7NeoJdfa5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/EQflpaPoc2c/s400/image0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1019651090043563530?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1019651090043563530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1019651090043563530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1019651090043563530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1019651090043563530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/creative-coffins-anyone.html' title='Creative Coffins... Anyone?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/S7Ni0_Uot4I/AAAAAAAABTA/2jZ8L5gZ5CM/s72-c/image02323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6841912680813865363</id><published>2010-03-14T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:14:11.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>He Must Love Me.... A Lot!!!</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty exciting and dramatic for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Exciting' because the recording of my band's album has finally completed. Now only left the mixing, mastering and taking of photos for our album cover and website. Then we are good to release our album. Can't wait to see how the response will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 'Dramatic' part, many things have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; to people that I know, where those are real life stories and experiences which most people still think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; could only exist in all those drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these many things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; in my life and those around me, again reminds and emphasizes God's love for me. I'm pretty sure God really love me a great lot because of what &amp;amp; who he has given me in my life. Sometimes I do wonder if I'm in a dream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; certain things are just too good to be true and surreal. And I do have the fear that I might lose everything I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear Lord, if this is really a dream, please do not wake me up, ever. Meanwhile, I'm just gonna enjoy my life with everything He has given me. With &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The greatest gift God has given me todate ---&gt; My hubby. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6841912680813865363?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6841912680813865363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6841912680813865363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6841912680813865363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6841912680813865363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-must-love-me-lot.html' title='He Must Love Me.... A Lot!!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2332046804718633350</id><published>2010-02-28T23:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:24:39.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><title type='text'>Sebamed - The Oily Scalp Savior</title><content type='html'>Ok...it seems like I'm the most defective product in the family as I am the odd one in the family who suffer acne problem and oily scalp problem. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having another major round of acne attack again recently and I have yet to find any cure for it. I'm actually on external and oral medication now just to control the situation as the skin specialist said there is no cure to my problem. It can only be controlled and suppressed by using drugs. Acne is the most depressing problem in my entire life and l am so lucky to have a loving husband who never failed to support me and make me feel good about myself even when he has to put up with my horrible face during my periodical acne attack. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I've been trying to battle is my oh-so-oily scalp. I used to having to wash my hair every single day without fail, else it will be very itchy and I look horrible as the hair is oily and flat thus makes me look very dirty and untidy. I've tried most of the brands in the market and have spent lots of money even on those branded and expensive brand but none of them works. I've also turned to those organic type as I suspected maybe those commercial brands are too harsh for my scalp. But, after trying many brands, none that seems to help as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then o&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; day, while I was browsing the shampoos and contemplating of which one should I try this time round, I decided to go for &lt;a href="http://www.sebamed.com/index.php?id=2218&amp;amp;L=1"&gt;Sebamed Anti Dandruff Shampoo&lt;/a&gt;. After one use, I must say that I'd practically shouted for joy as I've finally found the shampoo to combat my oily scalp which annoyed me for years. Now I can actually wash my hair every 2 or 3 days (if I don't sweat) with no sign of oiliness or itchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have the same problem as me then wait no more. You should run to the nearest pharmacy to buy the shampoo. Try it to believe it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2332046804718633350?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2332046804718633350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2332046804718633350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2332046804718633350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2332046804718633350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/sebamed-oily-scalp-savior.html' title='Sebamed - The Oily Scalp Savior'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8649027981280462344</id><published>2010-02-21T01:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:52:00.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What Life Has Installed For Me?</title><content type='html'>At some point of everyone's life, we tend to ponder what life has installed for us? What has God planned for us on this earth? What is the purpose of our life in this world? While I do believe about fate &amp;amp; luck to a certain extend as some things are just not meant to be, but besides that I suppose that our destinies lies in our very own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read the following blond joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A blond woman and her fiancé just got married. They were really poor so she went to church and prayed. "God, I need to win the lottery. My husband and I really need the money. Please!" So she went home that evening and watched to see if she won the lottery. She didn't. So she went back to church to pray again. "Please, God, we really need the money. Please." She went back home and again, she did not win the lottery. She went back to church and she said, "God, why won't you let me win the lottery?" A big, booming voice said, "Lady, you need to buy a lottery ticket to win the lottery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, God does not spoon feed us because by doing so we will never learn anything and will never appreciate the people and things around us. We need to work towards our goals on our own and there will be many obstacles and trial &amp;amp; error along the way. It might be frustrated and heartbreaking at times but that is how we learn &amp;amp; rise to be a better person through out the journey. God will guide us and lead us along the way if we open our hearts and listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the lyrics from Miley Cyrus's song, The Climb, "Ain't about how fast I get there, Ain't about what's waiting on the other side, It's the climb". Sometimes life is not fair and while we try to do our very best, hoping that whatever efforts we put in will bear sweet fruits, but the fact is not everyone will make it. But to me at least we try and we get to learn so much more in life while doing what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we want to do in life, we must have the beliefs and just go for it. The First step is the most crucial one, and then comes the perseverance to go through the bitter sweet journey. Always set a target date for yourself when you try to achieve something and if it really doesn't work out by then, you can choose either to carry on or let it go. Letting go is not the same as giving up. People give up when they are frustrated or when they have lost the momentum or interest after a while. Letting go is a form of self realization that no matter how hard they try, things are just not meant to be, hence they let go and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every decision made and every action taken will lead to series of reactions and consequences. We can only choose one direction to work on at one time so that we can stay focus. So if you have any goal or wild dream that you want to achieve, just get your butt up and start moving. Never say things like, "It's too late", "I could have do this when ......", "I've missed the timing" or anything that would prevent you to go for your dream because the very same action being execute at different time will bring different results. So the important thing is now and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are what we made of and we shall carve our own path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8649027981280462344?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8649027981280462344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8649027981280462344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8649027981280462344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8649027981280462344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-life-has-installed-for-me.html' title='What Life Has Installed For Me?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8586696071046831114</id><published>2010-02-18T23:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:25:36.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>At What Cost?</title><content type='html'>I've came across an Asian girl profile in FB who is currently resides in US as those event/promoter girl. Like many other Asian who are trying to get some fame, glamour and money that the West has to offer, she has a pair of fake big boobs with heavy make up and also to project herself as a sexy siren in order to get noticed and to gain a slice of the big pie in the entertainment industry. She is also a model and was featured in some magazines' cover and center folds. In one of her interviews she made a statement that, "You Can Make It Happen, If You Want It Bad Enough".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with what she said. In fact, having set my toes in the modeling industry in the pass 8 months has given me the insight about what modeling/beauty /entertainment industry really is. It is a very competitive industry as many young girls would like to get themselves under the lime lights for the fame, glamour &amp;amp; money like I mentioned above, even in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many are so lucky to get picked by talent scout and be given job for big brand where you get recognition right away. It is not easy to get noticed or recognize in this field as there are many competitions around. There are many struggles and hard work but that might not get you anywhere if you don't have the luck or connection. Many girls would have to do lot more to achieve what they want and some make it and some might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started off modeling rather late so whatever I'm doing now is more of like a challenge to myself to see if I can make it and how far I can achieve. I'm definitely not intended to compete with all the young girls out there as my 'golden' period has passed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to try my very best to achieve something in this line, my hands are tights. There are many reasons why I can't do as much as what other girls would do to try to make it in this industry. The question is, "What is the price I'm willing to pay?" but on the other hand, since I'm married, a full time employed and have commitments, I am no longer qualified to play the game. I will not say further about what are the things I might need to do in order to make it in the modeling industry (for the majority) as I think it is not ethical even though many people could have guess it or some might actually know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is in order to make it in this industry (more or less those that put you under the limelights) besides those few really lucky one, you need to have the following attributes in order to at least make it somewhere. But then again it is also all depends on individuals fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the attributes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Starts at very young age&lt;br /&gt;2. Must be single (it will be better if you are not seeing anyone)&lt;br /&gt;3. Go for as many talent castings and auditions as possible&lt;br /&gt;4. Sell yourself (as in to market yourself to get noticed)&lt;br /&gt;5. Associate yourself with all the people in the related industries (once you are in the circle, you will notice that more and more people in the same industry would approach you)&lt;br /&gt;6. Upkeep of oneself (unless you have rich parents to support you, else you will have to find other source of income to do so (any guess?)&lt;br /&gt;7. Do not be choosy. The main thing is to get yourself noticed out there so for the start, even if without or very little pay just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go ahead and do whatever you think might help you to make it in this industry, be it cosmetic surgery, or get financial support from someone (but there is no free lunch in this world, if you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are generally 3 basic motives for most girls who want to get into this industry. Some girls do it for the fame and glamour, some do it for the money (to feed their material needs) and some are doing it for both. However, there are those who doing it out of passion or some by chance that they got selected by talent scouts. But whatever the reason(s) may be, as long as you are willing to pay the price and you are not really hurting anyone, I would say just go for it and go get what you want or dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you only live once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8586696071046831114?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8586696071046831114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8586696071046831114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8586696071046831114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8586696071046831114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-what-cost.html' title='At What Cost?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4504234072517774104</id><published>2010-02-05T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:13:41.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>What's Happenning???</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm...my two sisters in law just got their new hairdos on Tuesday. They went to a salon located at Kg. Cempaka. The end result is great and the best thing is, it is dirt CHEAP!!! Seriously, coz for a nicely done haircut plus dyeing it only cost RM83!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to trim my hair and get touch up for my highlight before the CNY so guess I'll go there &amp;amp; give it a try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go for Karaoke tomorrow at first but have to brush off the idea now coz I'm having sore throat. :( This is all due to the orientation session yesterday evening. Talking continuously for almost 2 hours got my throat all sore. I get it everytime I do orientation for new employee(s). :( Think I should record and play the recording next time so that I don't need to talk so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll catch a movie tomorrow. Plan to see our local production Chinese movie called 'WooHoo' since many people told me it is good. I have not seen any Chinese movie for a very long time, not unless there is really good ones. Nevertheless, since my big bro is the lead actor in this movie, I shall show my support. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4504234072517774104?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4504234072517774104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4504234072517774104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4504234072517774104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4504234072517774104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-happenning.html' title='What&apos;s Happenning???'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1165482719954328311</id><published>2010-01-22T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:53:33.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Please Go Away!!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... wonder why most of the time when I have some special occasion or photoshoot coming up, I tend to get lots of breakouts. Could it be coincidence or due to unknowing stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a 2 days photoshoot tomorrow and yes, I have another round of breakouts again this time. There are a few on my chin area as one on my right cheek. Those don't bother me that much it can be easily cover up by make up. The annoying one is right at the tip of my nose. Not only it is big, it is also red and hard and the lump is so obvious. The Photog gonna have to spend more time to touch up my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray for miracle that God will removes the unsightly zits from my face when I wake up tomorrow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1165482719954328311?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1165482719954328311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1165482719954328311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1165482719954328311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1165482719954328311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-go-away.html' title='Please Go Away!!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2836566122448429709</id><published>2010-01-12T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:31:11.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wakakakaka&lt;/span&gt;... Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; I have not update my blog since my last post on 27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Dec 2009. I was so lazy, didn't even leave a 'Happy New Year' message here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of Jan 2010 and so much have happened in these short 12 days. Scary though as it seems half a month is passing which means we are down to 11 months and 19 days away to year 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie 2012, it is kind of scary to know that we only left with less than 2 years to enjoy our lives. I'm not sure if the prophecy will ever come true and I hope I won't, irregardless, we must continue to live our lives to the fullest and make each day counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stop making any New Year Resolutions for years simply because majority of us never achieve even 10% of what we have set at the beginning of the year. So instead of sighing and sulking about how little I have achieve, I rather not set anything and just play by ears as I live my life. That way, I will only focus on what I've achieve and not looking at what I have not achieve and feel down about it at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a greedy person and I'm rather contented with my life, nevertheless, that doesn't stop me from trying to get the better of everything in my life. :) I am constantly finding ways to improve everything in my life and to seek the true happiness in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written quite a number of stuffs in my blogs mainly to share my life and hopefully it will help someone in someway should anyone in need read my blog. I know some people said it is easier said than done to somethings I advice/share, but I am a lady of principal and I always walk the talk. Whatever I share in my blog, I do apply and practice in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no Saint. I do have feelings, emotions and tempers just like anyone else. And I'm totally capable of getting upset, hurt, happy , and etc like you. However, what I practice in my life allowed me to forgive and forget faster. I don't get upset easily because of how I choose to live my life. I never say it is easy for me to do so and be where I am today but it is not that hard either. We just have to learn to see things beyond the surface and try to put ourselves in other people shoes and to ask ourselves "What would I do (if I'm in that situation)?" and you will be surprise how things turn out to be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step away from all the paradigms and judgements and learn to open up your heart and mind to think things from different perspectives, and then one day hopefully you will be as happy as me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the best of everything, but I make the best of everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect. Learn to accept and love others as they are as how we hope others would accept and love us as we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2836566122448429709?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2836566122448429709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2836566122448429709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2836566122448429709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2836566122448429709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/wakakakaka.html' title=''/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3055903843894178019</id><published>2009-12-27T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:33:53.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Time To Say Goodbye....</title><content type='html'>My my.... it is again the time to say goodbye to another year in our life. 2009 is going to ends in 4 days and all will be welcoming 2010 with new hope, resolutions, wishes  and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I must say that I am truly blessed by Him and I would like to thank Him for my love ones and everything that happened in this past year in my life. I have so much to be thankful for and nothing to complaint about. Sure sometimes I'd grumbled to my hubby about some work issues as well as some people inconsiderate behaviours, nevertheless I am glad and grateful for everything that has happened and everyone that has crossed my path or entered my life. Like I always said, be it good or bad, there are always something for us to ponder and learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and we never know what or who we will lose in the next minute. Let us all end our year with love, joy and forgiveness. Do not hold any grudge to anyone especially your love ones. Always remember that only those who truly love you would dare to tell you off even if it might jeopardize the relationship and hurt your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, we do not see our own short falls and the mistakes we make in life, it takes much love &amp;amp; courage and someone who care enough to confront you so that you can change for the better. You might not like what you are being told as you might think that someone is nosing into your business and trying to teach you how to run your lives, but most words of concern are like Chinese herbs, bitter but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all mend all the broken relationship and forgive those you love and those who loves you (you know it deep down in your heart). Let's not end the old year and enter the new year with grudge, hate and pride. We shall welcome the new year with renewed love, joy, peace and forgiveness as that is what God intended for us. Let by gone be by gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I find that to dislike or hate someone is an extremely tiring thing to do as it only leads us towards the darkness. The anger &amp;amp; pride would consumed us and prevent us to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us all forgive and forget and welcome the new year with brand new start! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3055903843894178019?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3055903843894178019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3055903843894178019' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3055903843894178019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3055903843894178019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time To Say Goodbye....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4434677204618530096</id><published>2009-12-12T01:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:43:58.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><title type='text'>New Hairdo</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating what to do with my hair for like weeks as it has gone out of style and I kept wondering whether to re-perm it or rebonding. I was really reluctant to perm my hair again as I had maintain that hairstyle for 2 1/2 years and I really wanted a different look. Rebonding is not the choice either as my hair is too fine and I don't have thick hair like many other people so by straightening it will only make my hair looks kind of unflattering. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my usual MUA recommended me to Shunji Matsuo Hair Studio at Telawi as she said that this salon really offer something refreshing as they specialize in styling Korean &amp;amp; Japanese hairdos. She said the haircut there really makes one looks fresh, young &amp;amp; kawaii. So I decided to give it a try but I didn't made it to the Telawi branch as I found out their HQ is actually located at MidValley. As I planned to look for Keith for lunch then head for my hairdo, hence I decided to kill two birds in one stone and save myself the hassle of driving and searching for parking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very sure what to do still when I step in to the salon so I just briefly discussed with the stylist. I basically told my hairstylist what are the DON'Ts and pretty much left everything to her hands. :) She is the Director stylist and you will remember her name easily and of course everybody loves that, coz her name is MONEY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very friendly and professional and I'm glad that I went there for an adventure instead of going back to my usual salon. No regrets. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are keen to have a new hairdo since Christmas, New Year &amp;amp; Chinese NY are just around the corner, do give them a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunji Matsuo Hair Salon Midvalley&lt;br /&gt;13G, The Boulevard, Midvalley City, Linkaran Syed Putra&lt;br /&gt;59200 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 603-2938 3711&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shunjimatsuomidvalley.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shunjimatsuomidvalley.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ShunjiMatsuoMidvalley"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ShunjiMatsuoMidvalley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4434677204618530096?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4434677204618530096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4434677204618530096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4434677204618530096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4434677204618530096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-hairdo.html' title='New Hairdo'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3508225524955496884</id><published>2009-12-01T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:37:12.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've watched 'The Ugly Truth' acted by Gerard Butler and Katherine Heigl one month ago and I find it a very simple and nice movie that, well, like the title, speaks of the ugly truth. Ugly but it's so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Men, admit it or not, you guys are PIG and as much as you want to deny it, you are mostly being control by your d*** than your brain. :P And for the ladies, I'm not trying to scare you, no matter how honest or nerdy your bf/hubby might look, well boys will always be boys. There is NO exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guys, don't curse me as I'm writing this more for your benefits. Hopefully your gf/wife will change after reading this. :P I know this does not applies to all men but I dare to say 99% straight guys fall into this category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how can a woman keeps her man (happy)? This is not an impossible mission coz believe me, men, are actually quite easy to please. :) Before I go into details, in order to have a long lasting relationship/marriage, the fundamental is a must, communication, trust &amp;amp; compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any man, irregardless of their background, they always dream and want to have a gf/wife whom they can show off to others. This is what I called the man ego. :P No matter how geeky, homely, decent or innocent a man might look, the bottom line is, all men have their ultimate alpha ego &amp;amp; they fantasize a lot. Whether they can get what they want is another story but all men want to have a hot chic as their gf/wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I really want to talk abt today is SEX. When you wonder why some couples seem so happy with each other and yet you heard that the man seek sexual service/satisfaction elsewhere, paying or not. That is because the ladies have neglected the sex department. Sad to say that, being an understanding, caring &amp;amp; loving wife, it is never enough for the men. you need to be horny &amp;amp; want sex as much as they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sex is a two ways things but sadly most girls usually leave the work to the guys. I'm not sure whether it is due to laziness, shyness or simply just lack of sexual desire. But I must tell you ladies, nothing make a man more happy and excited when their gf/wife initiate sex. You don't have to look like Angelina Jolie or Megan Fox to feel sexy &amp;amp; hot coz trust me, if your guy decided to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you, I'm sure he finds you attractive enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing is about up-keeping, For those married one, you see, we are only human, no matter how much your hubby loves you, but years after years, staying with the same person and if you don't upkeep your appearance and you also always refuse sex with your husband. All I can say is, don't be surprise if one day you find your hubby sleeping around. Ladies, let's be real, for guys, sex and love are totally two separate things. Believe me, unless your man is a total jerk who loves to go f*** around else usually a man will be happy to stick with the woman they love &amp;amp; care and if they get enough sexual satisfaction, there is no reason for them to seek for other resources. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my friend said to me, "I've been this way even before I got married", well true, but doesn't mean your hubby will want to see the same thing for the rest of his life. Life is really unfair, while man can get by with a growing tummy year after year and still need not worry that their wife would leave them because they are getting fat/old, but when the wife starts growing side way or getting old, they will have to worry whether their husband will look for any younger girls. It is cruel, but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So ladies, I don't think it is too much to ask of you to at least try to satisfy your man sexually as you gets to enjoy it too. I can't tell you what to do in details in how to please your man, perhaps you can watch some porn and learn from it. Everything you see in porn, turns men on. And if you need any pointers, you can always PM me and I guarantee 100% P&amp;amp;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/S: I am not writing the above based on my own assumption. I have seen and know enough and am sharing my personal experience with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3508225524955496884?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3508225524955496884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3508225524955496884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3508225524955496884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3508225524955496884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1376163948149597640</id><published>2009-10-30T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:54:07.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Trick Or Treats?</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe...I am really in a very cheeky and happy mood for this Halloween so I ordered 20 pcs of cupcakes from my sis in law with Halloween theme to give away to my colleagues today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really fun as I held the box and go workstation to workstation and said: "Knock, knock! Trick or Treats? Pick One!". I am really happy to see the joy on my colleagues face when they see the cupcakes. It's like all of them become kids again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following are some photos to share. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419265862425890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJuGJa3SI/AAAAAAAABOs/Dj021ztSxtc/s400/14869_163785719961_683149961_2856675_767328_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusKDlppjrI/AAAAAAAABPs/5sfGXWZTH5U/s1600-h/30102009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419635096358578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusKDlppjrI/AAAAAAAABPs/5sfGXWZTH5U/s400/30102009(010).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusKDD33T8I/AAAAAAAABPc/NNRRseVkWTA/s1600-h/30102009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419626029174722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusKDD33T8I/AAAAAAAABPc/NNRRseVkWTA/s400/30102009(008).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusKClXzLHI/AAAAAAAABPU/RZ6bJ-6QS4A/s1600-h/30102009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419617841622130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusKClXzLHI/AAAAAAAABPU/RZ6bJ-6QS4A/s400/30102009(007).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJvHQXTJI/AAAAAAAABPM/rfOH5XlVzSE/s1600-h/30102009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419283339857042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJvHQXTJI/AAAAAAAABPM/rfOH5XlVzSE/s400/30102009(006).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJu-U6bNI/AAAAAAAABPE/ZKvTqvxYxcc/s1600-h/30102009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419280943017170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJu-U6bNI/AAAAAAAABPE/ZKvTqvxYxcc/s400/30102009(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJuvI-rjI/AAAAAAAABO8/JuSnp3cUPCs/s1600-h/30102009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419276866432562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJuvI-rjI/AAAAAAAABO8/JuSnp3cUPCs/s400/30102009(004).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419271732781666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJucBBYmI/AAAAAAAABO0/8XIgZfNqb9U/s400/30102009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3919553896071765631-1376163948149597640?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1376163948149597640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1376163948149597640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1376163948149597640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1376163948149597640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treats.html' title='Trick Or Treats?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SusJuGJa3SI/AAAAAAAABOs/Dj021ztSxtc/s72-c/14869_163785719961_683149961_2856675_767328_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6747277794524343053</id><published>2009-10-26T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:33:18.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>About Spoiling Image</title><content type='html'>I know everyone is entitled to their own opinion about anything but there's something I don't quite understand here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have just taken some photos for my modeling portfolio in different images to show the versatility of me as a model. I was thinking of portrait something that I don't do in real life and that's how the smoking portraiture came into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SuWvx1zr9UI/AAAAAAAABOk/S8t5hFsZqWc/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396912999265727810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SuWvx1zr9UI/AAAAAAAABOk/S8t5hFsZqWc/s400/IMG_2789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SuWvxsnCa4I/AAAAAAAABOc/CDtrk_4CWNk/s1600-h/IMG_2766_wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396912996796754818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SuWvxsnCa4I/AAAAAAAABOc/CDtrk_4CWNk/s400/IMG_2766_wish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What puzzled me is, 2 of my male colleagues said these pictures have spoiled my image coz I look like a hooker in it. I mean, me taking photos in lingerie's, bikini where some might look sexy but some might look raunchy but those don't spoil my image a single bit??? However, when I take pics of me pretending to smoke it spoiled my image?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, it only prove 2 things about guys' perception towards us, the female creature. wait wait...don't get me wrong, I'm not saying all guys ya... just in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The more skin shown the better even it makes the girl looks like a cheap slut is real fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The sight of girls smoking have never portray a good image to guys in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I know I have tarnished my own good image by taking smoking pics to some people. No more good good girl image. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6747277794524343053?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6747277794524343053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6747277794524343053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6747277794524343053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6747277794524343053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-spoiling-image.html' title='About Spoiling Image'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SuWvx1zr9UI/AAAAAAAABOk/S8t5hFsZqWc/s72-c/IMG_2789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7265048181293611515</id><published>2009-10-11T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:44:01.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Thinking Big</title><content type='html'>When Life gives you lemon, what do you do with it? Many may answer , 'you make lemonade out of it' (in fact that's the only answer I heard and read, even from Hitz.fm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Life gives me lemon, what do I do with it? I'll make lemonade then take the seeds and plant many lemon trees!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is how we grow. We mustn't think in such microscopic manner because If you merely make lemonade out of the lemon, you only get the juice once and that's it. But if you plant the tree, you can have many more lemons to make the lemonade. In fact you can even sell the lemons and lemonade! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think too much and too far ahead, but that's how I usually think..... THINK BIG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7265048181293611515?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7265048181293611515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7265048181293611515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7265048181293611515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7265048181293611515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-big.html' title='Thinking Big'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1413342921603738208</id><published>2009-10-08T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:34:38.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When Believe is not enough..</title><content type='html'>"I Want It Real Bad... And I'm Working Hard For It...But There's Always A Little Doubt Inside: Do I Really Have What It Takes?" - This is the status I've posted in my FB today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend replied and says, "if you believe you can, then you can". I can't disagree but neither can I 100% agree because there's always an 'if' follow after that phrase. Because it is not about doubting oneself but rather whether we have the self realisation about what we can do and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take singing for example, years after years we watch American Idol and each year there are thousands of people try out We have witnessed many who have strong belief and confidence in themselves that they are the next American Idol and they can sing well. But the fact is many of them are tone deaf and can't even carry a tune decently and yet, they believe they are good. Even their family and friends also believe that they are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing and having the confidence is one thing but at least you must have the basic requirement for certain things and then you try to improve and make it better. However, if you are tone deaf and people cannot even catch what song you are singing from start to end, how do you expect anymore from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have to be realistic and be humble to accept the fact and the family and friends shouldn't be giving false hope and encouragement blindly out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very fact is no matter how bad you want to be something or someone and no matter how hard you work towards it, if you don't have what it takes, you just don't have it. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1413342921603738208?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1413342921603738208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1413342921603738208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1413342921603738208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1413342921603738208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-believe-is-not-enough.html' title='When Believe is not enough..'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4033933539746123572</id><published>2009-10-05T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:59:55.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>Wahhhhhhhhhhh..I have neglected my blog for so many days....kesian betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see....what have I been doing lately? Hmmm....I must say not much and yet I didn't really have time to update my blog. Ok ok, I admit. It's more of laziness than business. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...  most of the time was spent preparing for my photo shoot and ya, I've just finished shooting another round of photos in JB over the weekend. I must say it was really hectic and tiring but I enjoyed every second of it. Now I just need to wait patiently for my photographer to edit it then I can share a few pics with you guys here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round of shoot was a little different from the few shoots I did coz this round.... I think the guys will love this! I also did a collaboration with another babe. ^.^ I like her as she is really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to create videos for more songs from my album but I procrastinate for so many days :P. Suddenly I have the urge to do it today but Keith is not home (he is away for work till Wed) so have to wait till he's home coz only his PC has the software to create the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now. Will update more when I have more energy. Wanted to go on leave today but was not approved so I was a walking office zombie today. Guess I'm gonna sleep early again tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoooooooooooooz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4033933539746123572?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4033933539746123572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4033933539746123572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4033933539746123572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4033933539746123572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4064454224331015886</id><published>2009-09-12T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:21:37.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My 33th Birthday</title><content type='html'>I've just turned 33 this year and to make it more fun this year for myself, I've declared the whole of September my Birthday month. :) Yes, that means my birthday is not only on 10th Sep but the entire month of Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a point to celebrate it as much as possible and I'm celebrating it with loads of eating of great food. :D It's seems really fun to do it this way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I had celebrated my b'day 2 days in a row with my hubby. He took me to Cava in Bangsar for Spanish food on the 9th Sep and Japanese food on the 10th Sep. But before that I've been eating a lot and I'm still eating  and more eating to come as I'm gonna celebrate with my in laws tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I received a bouquet of White Casablanca Lilies from my darling. :) He told me that he actually chose the flowers based on the meaning and it was certainly so sweet and thoughtful of him to do that in between his busy schedule. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe another year older biologically but I sure don't feel upset nor older. Hahahaha...age is just a number, it is all in our head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4064454224331015886?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4064454224331015886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4064454224331015886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4064454224331015886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4064454224331015886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-33th-birthday.html' title='My 33th Birthday'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2710535360614836650</id><published>2009-09-02T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:31:43.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>About Keeping In Shape</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me from my schooling days can testify that I've always been more or less the same size as I am now and then. It is funny for people from different race, age group and even gender to ask me this question, "How do you stay so slim?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no answer and I have no secret or any special diet regime to share. I'm serious. Very often, people always think that there must be something I'm doing secretly to stay slim and not willing to share coz when I replied that I don't do anything particular to stay slim, sometimes I get offended looks and I can see from their expressions that they don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if there's really anything I'm doing to make sure I stay slim and not put on weight, just only one thing, it is not a secret, in fact it is what I usually share with people whenever they complain that they can't fit into their existing clothes due to the extra pounds they have gained and having to buy new wardrobes that they can fit into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the biggest mistake everyone makes. When you put on a little weight and the pants seems a little tight, you quickly go and buy a new pair of pants in bigger size so that you can wear more comfortably. And after a while, you find that the new pants no longer fit as you have put on some more weight and once again you rush to the department store and get a bigger size that you can fit in nicely. Need I say more? If you keep doing that, before you realise it, you will be out of control!!!! Even though some might say they would keep their old pants/blouses and wait till they lose weight and to use its again. Believe me, it will never happen if you do not discipline yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I am so Lucky that I can never put on weight. This is not true. I do gain extra pounds on my thighs if I consume too much RICE. Yes, it is my biggest enemy. So I try to avoid it as much as I can. But staying away from rice doesn't help much coz I love to eat, so too much of eating other stuff would also eventually make me gain weight, so what do I do to stay slim all these years while I still get to enjoy all my favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm.. the trick is...never give in to the extra bulge or tightness. Whenever I feel that my pants are a little tight, I take it as a warning sign and I'll try to cut down all my favourite fatty food. I would never allow myself to make any purchase of new clothes when I know that I have put on some weight coz by doing so, you are giving yourself away. And each time you allow that to happen, one fine day, you will find that you are too far gone and even harder to put off the weight and most people would end up give in and give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, there really isn't any secret that I'm keeping from you guys. Just do as I do and you should be able to keep your figure. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2710535360614836650?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2710535360614836650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2710535360614836650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2710535360614836650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2710535360614836650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-keeping-in-shape.html' title='About Keeping In Shape'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4851608947286692116</id><published>2009-08-22T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:55:18.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Can Someone Arrest Him Already?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The recent news about Kartika Sari Dewi who was caught and charged and to be caned for drinking beer has sparked quite and argument about our Malaysia's law &amp;amp; justice system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is an open 'secret' that many Malays/Muslims do consume alcohol, they either do it privately or openly in the pubs with their peers. There are many photographs available on the internet showing many ministers' children are also partying &amp;amp; consuming alcohol openly in pub/disco with their friends and even they were not caught by the religious officers at that time, aren't the photos say enough? So why no one actually arrest and charge them?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've received some photos from a friend last year of a well known politic figure and his wife drinking beer with a group of friends at a private premise. I've been keeping the mail but never once forward to anyone else, but then I think now is the time to show the people what kind of Hypocrites are running our country!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1vAIEqmI/AAAAAAAABOU/dzPVn557RY0/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783068312808034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1vAIEqmI/AAAAAAAABOU/dzPVn557RY0/s400/image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recognise Her??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1uh9IuGI/AAAAAAAABOM/52cpOHZ52ow/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783060213872738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1uh9IuGI/AAAAAAAABOM/52cpOHZ52ow/s400/image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1uf1aHbI/AAAAAAAABOE/O15GGE2PPgQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783059644587442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1uf1aHbI/AAAAAAAABOE/O15GGE2PPgQ/s400/image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1tyUwofI/AAAAAAAABN8/9Cq5Y1ddeTk/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783047428055538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1tyUwofI/AAAAAAAABN8/9Cq5Y1ddeTk/s400/image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Can you recognise who are in the pics? And CAN SOMEONE ARREST HIM ALREADY?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4851608947286692116?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4851608947286692116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4851608947286692116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4851608947286692116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4851608947286692116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-someone-arrest-him-already.html' title='Can Someone Arrest Him Already?!?!?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/So_1vAIEqmI/AAAAAAAABOU/dzPVn557RY0/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7872951573898530062</id><published>2009-08-13T00:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:16:50.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Challenge, Fear &amp; Pressure...</title><content type='html'>With Pressure comes Fear; and With Fear Comes Greater Pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inevitable to face pressure in our daily life. We get it from work, family and friends and even from strangers that we do not know. The more pressure we have, the more fear we built up in us and the more difficult to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we turn all these negative influences into something positive? How can we make use of the fear and pressure and turn them into positive energy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have it in us, just that not all of us know how to deal and work on it. As everyone deal with their stress and fear differently thus there is no sure proof method on telling someone how he/she should do it. I guess we can always use the fear and pressure as motivation and encouragement to do better, to move forward and not to hold us back or retreating. Try thinking of some rewards for yourself if you could achieve or overcome certain things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always believe that the biggest thing to challenge myself with is, well MYSELF. As all of us have our own capabilities as well as limitations, so we can never be the best of all coz somewhere around the world, there are always people who are much better than us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why do we want to pressure ourselves by challenging other people's limit? The biggest achievement is not about how many people we could win out there coz we can never win them all. The most important thing is having our own breakthrough. We do better than what we think we could. When you achieve something better than you can imagine, you surprise yourselves again by making another bigger achievement. You have done your best and you have go beyond your limit, so even if you lose to others that doesn't make you any less than others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example, if there is a singing competition where the contestants are make out of Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Diana Ross, Christina Aguilera and other many great singers, let say if Mariah Carey wins the competition, does it mean the rest are not as good a singer than Mariah Carey? Of course NOT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's what I'm trying to say if you can follow me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid to lose to others by giving more pressure to ourselves. Really, coz what really matter is to win ourselves over. Selah! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7872951573898530062?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7872951573898530062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7872951573898530062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7872951573898530062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7872951573898530062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge-fear-pressure.html' title='Challenge, Fear &amp; Pressure...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2987021167500364485</id><published>2009-08-09T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:18:46.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Choosing The Right Songs</title><content type='html'>I'm down with 2 more songs.... but it is so difficult to decide on the last 2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to forgo a few songs chosen earlier coz after trying out in the studio, both my sound engineer &amp;amp; I agreed that some songs are not suitable for my voice even though I like it very much. I've decided a few more songs and hope that I can nail those songs and able to finish my recording next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I complete this album, I can start concentrating on composing my own songs. Another thing I've been wanting to do long long time ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great and fulfilling when you finally working towards your dreams and see it being  materialised. Wish I've started all these earlier but then it is better late than never coz at least I no longer just sit here and 'dream' about it, I am Acting on it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2987021167500364485?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2987021167500364485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2987021167500364485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2987021167500364485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2987021167500364485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/choosing-right-songs.html' title='Choosing The Right Songs'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-854534656565620944</id><published>2009-07-28T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:00:15.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>These Are Our Police...Or Samseng?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Got this video from a friend today so thought of just share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what was the guy's offence as he could have beaten, robbed, rapped or killed someone...or he could have committed a minor offense...or he might be innocence of any crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is I do not agree with what our police have done to that guy.  We have laws so they should just let that guy be punished under the law and not take things in their own hair. Being a police give them no rights to mistreat or assault people as they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54c238c7638f1f74" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54c238c7638f1f74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331667877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D775CB0DDD3E6F1957098499B865A1360B78590C9.62BA13F52ECDED4FB754CE4CE3F8CA5C8F4BFD25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54c238c7638f1f74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuT3XjlO0JcrWWvZqCUHt0ofNCFk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54c238c7638f1f74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331667877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D775CB0DDD3E6F1957098499B865A1360B78590C9.62BA13F52ECDED4FB754CE4CE3F8CA5C8F4BFD25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54c238c7638f1f74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuT3XjlO0JcrWWvZqCUHt0ofNCFk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-854534656565620944?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54c238c7638f1f74&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/854534656565620944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=854534656565620944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/854534656565620944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/854534656565620944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-our-policeor-samseng.html' title='These Are Our Police...Or Samseng?!?!?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-966133292156111724</id><published>2009-07-21T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:08:10.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2nd Phase...</title><content type='html'>Since I was young I've been dreaming about recording my own album and in fact it has been intensify the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost given up as the sound engineers were all fully booked by other artists and I thought maybe it wasn't meant to be since I've waited since Jan. But then last Thursday, my vocal trainer finally told me that I can start doing my recording. And there I went quickly arranged with the sound engineer for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent 2 hours in the studio recorded 2 songs. My trainer told me I did very well and very fast coz a lot of people would take 3-4 hours just to record one song. I wonder if it is true or she was just trying to encourage me and makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did pretty well even though I had to redo many times in order to get the perfect pitch and all. I was very nervous at first but thank goodness the sound engineer is good so I felt more relax after a while. It was a very nice &amp;amp; fun experience but my legs were killing me as I stood for 2 hours for the recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going for another session this Thursday to record other songs and hopefully I'll be more relax this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I've finally move into the 2nd phase towards my dream. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-966133292156111724?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/966133292156111724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=966133292156111724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/966133292156111724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/966133292156111724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-phase.html' title='2nd Phase...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4799696101469085053</id><published>2009-07-16T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:01:35.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Finally Here.....</title><content type='html'>It has been long awaited, anticipated and hoped for for many years, especially the past few months. Finally, I need not wait any longer. The time is here, the time is now, the time is....next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally going to start on my recording next Tuesday and I'm very excited and nervous about it. I've dreaming about this moment from young and finally one of my dream is gonna be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must take care of my vocal cord well and practice even more so I'll do great and need not spend too much time. My teacher said from today onwards I must stay away from all deep fried, spicy &amp;amp; oily food. I mustn't take cold water and I must get enough rest and sleep early. I also need to take Manuka honey and go for swim to strengthen my lungs capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhhh...lots of preparation work to do but I know it will be all worthy at the end of the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher said I mustn't get too excited and nervous about it. So I'm going to try to stay calm &amp;amp; cool. WooHoo...... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4799696101469085053?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4799696101469085053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4799696101469085053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4799696101469085053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4799696101469085053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Here.....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8995831006491433047</id><published>2009-07-10T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:47:00.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Presentable? No?!</title><content type='html'>I'm not upset anymore even though I was when I first saw the comment on one of my photo in FB, but I am larger than that so I'm totally cool after 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should let it go and not talk about it anymore and let go I did, but I'm just still can't comprehend that kind of comment from a total stranger. For crying out loud, it was just some photos taken by 2 friends for fun so that they could practice and improve their photography skills while I get the chance to feel how is it like to be a 'model'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am really used to people telling me that I'm not pretty when I was young and I had totally NO self esteem at all. There were plenty of emotional breakdown in the past of me crying and complaining about how disgusting I find myself each time I look into the mirror and seeing my own reflection. I only managed to build up some self esteem 2 years back by the help of my hubby unconditional love &amp;amp; patience and made me understand and realise that I should love myself and be grateful for what God has given me. And I've learned to accept who I am and how I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not an easy thing to go through growing up with people telling you that you are not pretty and that you are always the last choice because you don't look as cute or pretty as the others. I am still struggling with self esteem issue and sometimes it is really hard to keep up the positive thinking and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't upset at all when the person commented that I'm not pretty but I was utterly shock that she actually said I'm not 'Presentable'?!?!! I'm not pretty alright but who cares, that's the face God has given me and how God has made me. But...but....to the extend of being not presentable, that is really hurtful coz seriously, even though I never think myself as 'pretty' or 'beautiful' I never realise that I am that 'ugly' to the point that being not presentable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I hide myself at home or wear a mask when I go out so that I will not disgust people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8995831006491433047?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8995831006491433047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8995831006491433047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8995831006491433047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8995831006491433047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/presentable-no.html' title='Presentable? No?!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8800967697368171705</id><published>2009-07-03T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:23:22.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>The Many Faces Of MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-442312fb16314253" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D442312fb16314253%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331667877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C30F035678DB3E04179EF8B496F8A1965E67D79.4ADB599796B788DC53FF5216CE14EE09E68AAF6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D442312fb16314253%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D41GWnBqPIBgVIJSpdtJp25yK4LA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D442312fb16314253%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331667877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C30F035678DB3E04179EF8B496F8A1965E67D79.4ADB599796B788DC53FF5216CE14EE09E68AAF6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D442312fb16314253%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D41GWnBqPIBgVIJSpdtJp25yK4LA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8800967697368171705?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=442312fb16314253&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8800967697368171705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8800967697368171705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8800967697368171705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8800967697368171705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/many-faces-of-mj.html' title='The Many Faces Of MJ'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-9021333748356869766</id><published>2009-07-02T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:49:31.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Assessment...</title><content type='html'>Time passes really fast. As we age, it seems to pass even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we have just celebrated the new year a month ago but the very fact is, we have crossed half a year of 2009 and just another 5 months 28 more days to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back the past 6 months, try to reflect on the things you have done and achieved and what you should have done but it's not? Personally, I can't say that I have really achieve anything so far but at least I have taken many first steps to try out stuffs that I've been wanting to do since a very long time. I don't really know what will all these lead to and whether I'll achieve what I've intended, but, I am certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; the process of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my beloved hubby, Keith, who has been really loving, patience, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; and supportive in everything I do and I thank God for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do feel kind of guilty for asking and wanting to do so many things but I am not getting any younger so I guess it is a do or never kind of situation for me, hence this is my moment and I think I should go all out to work on getting what I want and not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; any longer. No matter what is the outcome, I'll be contend with it. As long as I know I've done my best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-9021333748356869766?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9021333748356869766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=9021333748356869766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/9021333748356869766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/9021333748356869766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/assessment.html' title='Assessment...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2085870720045792251</id><published>2009-06-20T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:54:43.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Who is Losing It?</title><content type='html'>This post does not intend to offend anyone and has no means being racist or whatsoever. It is just a thought in my head after seeing so many cases recently , in fact it is getting more and more common, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing a lot of Indian guys dating Chinese girls or you can say Chinese girls dating Indian guys. And I wonder why? Are Indian girls losing their appeals to their own race or are the Chinese guys not as attractive as our fellow Indians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being curious and am certainly not racist so whoever read this (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; the races been mentioned here) please do not get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should call it Fate. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2085870720045792251?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2085870720045792251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2085870720045792251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2085870720045792251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2085870720045792251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-is-losing-it.html' title='Who is Losing It?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4695094543755630616</id><published>2009-06-14T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:36:03.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Going All Out</title><content type='html'>Many things started happening in the past 2 weeks and I am happy with all the initiatives I've taken to try out whatever I've wanted to do all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the song called 'The Climb' by Miley Cyrus and it is true that it really doesn't matter how fast I get there or what awaits me on the other side of the route, the most important thing is the journey, the effort to do my best and attempt to reach my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end if nothing happen, at least I know I've try my best and I know I will not regret that I've not done anything at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for God's guidance &amp;amp; Keith's full support in the things I'm trying out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4695094543755630616?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4695094543755630616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4695094543755630616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4695094543755630616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4695094543755630616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-all-out.html' title='Going All Out'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7455782398156731246</id><published>2009-06-04T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:49:53.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>How to buy?!</title><content type='html'>Went for my singing class today after work in Amcorp Mall as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to leave I happened to pass by a boutique and spotted a white blouse. It caught my eyes immediately coz it's really nice &amp;amp; unique. I walked in to the shop and checked out the price tag and it gave me a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost RM 99.90!!!! Not branded but so expensive!!!! I asked the shop assistant if there is any discount and the lady told me, "Member gets 20% discount. RM 10/- to be a member. So after discount this blouse will cost RM 89.90 (inclusive membership fee)". I was like thanks but no thanks. So, I left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I can't stop thinking about the blouse coz it is really unique &amp;amp; nice. But I don't want to spend RM99.9. on a blouse. Some of my dresses only cost me RM 25/ a piece, so why should I pay 3 times more the price to purchase something that can only cover my upper body?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...but...it's really nice... :( Should I or should't I?................No I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP thinking about it already. Sigh................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7455782398156731246?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7455782398156731246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7455782398156731246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7455782398156731246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7455782398156731246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-buy.html' title='How to buy?!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1338153286116848756</id><published>2009-05-24T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:41:48.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Read'/><title type='text'>Twilight Fever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I finally bought my own series of Twilight books yesterday from Popular bookstore. I was reading my niece's copies previously and since now I have my own books, I can read the whole series all over again, and again and again till I get bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I can't wait for New Moon to hit the cinema in Nov 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm gonna ignore someone once I start reading again. Sorry honey...... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; Vamps!!! I think the fever will not go away so soon.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1338153286116848756?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1338153286116848756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1338153286116848756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1338153286116848756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1338153286116848756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-fever.html' title='Twilight Fever...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3866191414824369244</id><published>2009-05-17T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:00:00.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happiness is a CHOICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, many people will argue back that it is easier said than done but believe me, it is achievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everyone has their ups &amp;amp; downs in life, so am I. I have been through quite a lot in my coming to 33 years of life. Of course I have nothing to be compared to the life my grandparents or my parents lived, and I certainly can't compare myself to the slump dogs or those super rich people like Oprah Winfrey. Nevertheless, I have my own unique life story and it is certainly mine to live. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we want everything to be the way we want it, many things are just beyond our control. We can’t control the condition of the traffic, how others perceive us, how much our employer should pay us (though it would be nice, hahaha), how do we look and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tragedy or something bad happens, our very natural-human-emotion will trigger the sadness and anger. We feel that we are being mistreated, our life sucks big time, our job is horrible, our wife/girlfriend/husband/boyfriend is not as good as others, and basically nothing seems right in our ‘pathetic’ life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start comparing and thinking the grass is greener on the other side and we would start planning our sweet escape. Again, like I said, not everything can be the way we want it to be so while some people are luckily enough to get out or get away from their current so called ‘bad/terrible’ situation, some poor souls are not as fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take our work for instant, work is work, whether it is a lot or little, work will never change. We need to put food on our table and we are paid to do the job in order to earn our bread, so like it or not, all of us are in a way oblige to our employers and to at least commit our time and effort to a certain expectant level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as long as there is ‘human being’ involved, earning a living is not as straight forward or as plain and simple as it seems apart from the job challenges. Because, people come in different packages and that makes things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now…. We are stuck in a situation and with people that we do not like and to make things worst, we have no where to run to due to our circumstances at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we do or how we react? We are unhappy, de-motivated and we are stuck so the only natural things would happen are our job performance is deteriorating, we grumble a lot on small little things (which we used to just brush it off with a smirk),  works pressure is growing on us, everything and everyone seems like against us. Some of us may break down and totally lose it at work or some might cry &amp;amp; suffer in silence. Of course I have been thru similar situation and I am of course the cry &amp;amp; suffer in silence type. Only my hubby knows it and he is the only comfort I could turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, over the years, I realise that we don’t always have the rainbow, the sunshine and the sweet candies in our lives. Life will always be unfair to many people and there’s nothing much we can do to change that. We have to learn how to make the best out of what we have by tackling each different situation with an open mind and be indifference towards certain things in our life. I’m not saying not to care about what’s going on but learn to be indifferent so that nothing could hurt us and bother us as easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my senses that since we can’t run and we certainly can’t hide, instead of doing the job or living our life with constant whining, tears, anger and oh-pity-me-I-am-so-unlucky attitude, we might as well do the job and live our life with laughter, peace and positive attitude coz believe me, you will find that things are not as bad after all and life ain’t that bad if you stop your self pitying s*** and focus on the bigger and more important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy and sometimes it is really hard to control the emotion and not let the situation or people affect us but each time, I’ll try my best to calm myself down by telling myself whatever I am facing it is nothing compare to the people in third world countries because no matter how bad things may seems at least I still have food to eat, a roof to live in, people who love &amp;amp; care for me and many other wonderful things going on in my life. Misfortunes and unhappiness are just part of our life and we shouldn’t spoil our lives just because of some stains and flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to look at our life at a macroscopic way and stop harping on the microscopic things and prolong our unhappiness. Life is way too precious and too short to be wasted like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can always choose to indulge in sadness or we can choose to live with happiness and make peace with others and especially ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a choice. That’s what I’ve chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3866191414824369244?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3866191414824369244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3866191414824369244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3866191414824369244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3866191414824369244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-is-choice.html' title='Happiness is a CHOICE'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4141135409040983400</id><published>2009-05-12T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:24:49.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Alone...</title><content type='html'>What do you like or usually do when you are alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly have the chance to spend time alone after married. No doubt my hubby do travel every now and then but most of his trips fall on weekdays thus to me that doesn't count as I'm working during weekdays myself and most of the time I would be so spent after a long day work so I don't really have the chance to enjoy the 'alone' time. You know basically the same routine, go home, shower, dinner, rest for a while and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... don't get me wrong....I don't like to be left alone all the time and when my hubby travel, I do miss him a lot. However, it is real nice to have some time to just spend it with myself once in a while and that opportunity is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my hubby will be travelling to Bangkok and back on this Sunday evening. So put aside the 3 working days, basically I'll have the whole weekend all by myself. There was an initial plan to go to Taiping or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; with my colleagues for a 2D/1N trip but it is cancelled due to some unforeseen circumstances. So now I'm left with a weekend without my hubby and I have no idea what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating of going to Karaoke, book sales, stay home &amp;amp; read or hangout with friends. I can't really make up my mind yet but then again I can be quite lazy sometimes so I might just stay home &amp;amp; bury myself in all the books I've bought while waiting for him to come home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is I should spend this weekend wisely and not waste it by just lazing around and do nothing like sitting at home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4141135409040983400?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4141135409040983400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4141135409040983400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4141135409040983400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4141135409040983400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html' title='Alone...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7813480870959198474</id><published>2009-04-30T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:01:14.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>He Has His Way....</title><content type='html'>I truly believe everything happensfor a reason and God has his unique way of making things work or not work and waysto convey his messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually dislike people who can't keep things to themselves when they are not suppose to share the info to others, however for this particular incident, I am thankful to have these bunch of people or else I wouldn't quite know the actual situation and would have jump in to a SH** HOLE after come out from the Fire Pot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am thankful that God has guide me all these while and be there for me whenever and wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just gonna take things easy and if something greater come along, God will let me know and lead me through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7813480870959198474?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7813480870959198474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7813480870959198474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7813480870959198474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7813480870959198474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-has-his-way.html' title='He Has His Way....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5168110946168068236</id><published>2009-04-22T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:29:19.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Anxious</title><content type='html'>Anxious as I am but I shall not be overwhelmed with such anxiousness...if it is God's plan &amp;amp; will for it to happen, it will surely be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very truthful and open with everything about myself and what I want in my career and I think I've done quite a good job today. There will be one more session before I know my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe if it is really meant to be, God will sort it all out for me (for things that are beyond my control).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, girl! Muacks (giving myself a kiss, hehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5168110946168068236?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5168110946168068236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5168110946168068236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5168110946168068236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5168110946168068236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/anxious.html' title='Anxious'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2684904964856883395</id><published>2009-04-13T19:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:59:51.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Backside PAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it happened but somehow I slipped &amp;amp; fell last Saturday night when I was taking my shower. I didn't make a sound when I was falling and during that few seconds all I thought of was I must try to control my fall so that my head wouldn't hit the wall behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww... I was lucky or what. After my previous experience with my leg injury, I am very scare of falling. Anyway, I fell and because I locked the bathroom's door, thus I figure no point for me to call Keith to my rescue as he would not be able to come in and it might only make him panic. So I just sat on the floor and indulge in the sharp pain on my right wrist &amp;amp; right bum until I could find my strength to push myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wash &amp;amp; dry myself slowly, dress up then only I went to Keith and told him what happened to me in the bathroom. Needless to say he was very concerned and asked me why didn't I scream for help. Hmm... first, the bathroom door was locked and 2nd I don't think he could hear me as my bedroom door was closed and he was playing Poker with some friends in the living hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really painful and I had difficulty to get up once I sit down. I think my bum is bruise inside. It actually got better by Sunday evening coz I can even wear my 3" heels when I was out for dinner. But then I kind of injured it further this morning on my way to work coz I had to carry my notebook (took it back over the weekend to do some work). I guess it was the extra weight and pressure added on plus the 4 flights of staircase I had to climbed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reach my office, the pain intensified and I ended up limping a little when I walk now. I also have to be very cautious when I walk, bend and sit. Sigh.... hope it heals soon as it is really inconvenience for me since I have to move around rather often in the office. Not to mention that the pain is really bothersome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2684904964856883395?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2684904964856883395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2684904964856883395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2684904964856883395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2684904964856883395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/backside-pain.html' title='Backside PAIN!!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7934524281628338596</id><published>2009-04-12T18:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:44:36.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>Exppressing 'Love'</title><content type='html'>It seems to me a very funny and &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/intoxicated"&gt;intoxicated&lt;/a&gt; situation seeing hundreds or thousands of people screaming &amp;amp; chasing after their idols for autographs then loudly &amp;amp; shameless declare their so call 'love' to their idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to listen to what their idols told them to do and try to do whatever they could just to get a glimpse, a handshake, an autograph or more of their idols. I remember during my teenage years, my mom used to tell me that the youngster these days always like to go against their parents' wills but take heed of what their idols tell them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us would actually tell our parents, our siblings, relatives or friends that we love them? Some do but most of the people don't. Why? Oh well, it's because we are shy and feel really awkward expressing our love to our loved ones, those who care for us and we cared for. It's just too embarrassing to say, "Daddy, I love you" or to your sister, "Katy, I love you". But somehow, we can shout loudly and shamelessly to someone who don't know us and who obviously don't care about us coz we are no one to them. I wonder where are all the shyness &amp;amp; awkwardness gone to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not wrong to have idol(s). My point is, if only we can at least express and show our love more often to those who are really dear to us and listen to the advice of those who care for us. After all, your idol is not going to be the one to care for you when you are ill, and certainly your idol will not be the one who listen to your problem when you need a pair of ears or lend his/her shoulder to you when you need a shoulder to cry on (unless your idol is so happen your personal friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not necessary to say "I love you' loudly to anyone as different people have different way of showing their love. Anyway, whether you are showing your love by saying it out loud, giving a hug, doing little caring things or etc, just do anything that express your love to the special ones in your life to let them know that you love them and care for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7934524281628338596?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7934524281628338596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7934524281628338596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7934524281628338596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7934524281628338596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/exppressing-love.html' title='Exppressing &apos;Love&apos;'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3204090644283758418</id><published>2009-03-27T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:16:27.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Flu Flu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;It all started yesterday afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith has fallen sick with flu &amp;amp; fever since Sunday and actually he has not fully recovered till date. As he falls sick more often than I do, I like to tease him for being weaker than me and stuff sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, he warned me not to drink from the same bottle as he coz he worried he might spread the virus to me. Oh well, I've been drinking from the same cup/bottle with him since Sunday, so I thought if I would have get it, it wouldn't take so long to infect me. So I berlagak (action) lah.... I told him I'm much stronger &amp;amp; healthier than him and while telling him that I showed of my biceps (to further prove my point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke too soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a slight sore throat the next morning. In the afternoon about 5pm I suddenly realised my left nostril is blocked and my right nostril is feeling rather dry &amp;amp; painful. I didn't know why but I suppose it was due to the air-cond and since I can't leave office just yet, I took a piece of tissue to cover my nose and continue working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home after work and felt miserable coz it hurts so much to breathe. Every breath I take is hurting me so bad, but I can’t stop breathing either. I have to choose between enduring the pain or stop breathing and die!!! Of course I don’t want to die. Not now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to sleep without air-cond so end up Keith had to sleep in the living hall coz he wouldn’t be able to sleep without the air-cond. It was very warm for me too but at least my nose wouldn’t hurt so much as compare to sleeping with the air-cond on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, luck was not at my side. I woke up with a slight runny nose but damn… the pain just wouldn’t go away. My right nostril is still feeling dry &amp;amp; painful each time I breathe even with my nose fluid flowing down (running nose mah). As I have loads of things to do in office so I was very reluctant to take sick leave but then I know I wouldn’t be able to take the cold air in the office without any protection for my nose, so I had to wear mask at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was asking me why was I wearing mask and they laughed at me. They laughed!!! How sympathetic they are. :P Hahahaha…. They said I look cute and wanted to take picture. *&amp;amp;@*?#*!$*”^)%.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues saw me, laughing non stop then he showed all kind of funny actions &amp;amp; shouted at me: “Hikkk! POWER RANGER!!!”, I shouted back: “No!!! I’m NINJA TURTLE!!!”. He kept calling me Power Ranger but I insisted I’m TMNT (Teenage Mutant Ninja turtle), then he gave up and called me ‘Turtle’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then late in the afternoon another colleague came in to office, saw me wearing the mask, he frowned and asked me: “Why are you wearing mask? SARS happen again?”, so I played along, “Yes, yes, SARS! SARS!”. All these jokers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention, I went to see doctor after lunch wanting to get the nasal spray &amp;amp; some medication. So I walked to the clinic (nearby my office). I registered myself and was called in to the consultation room shortly. While walking towards the room I saw a young Chinese girl sitting in the room and I was wondering why the doctor calls me in while he/she has another patient in the room. When I reach the door, I realized she is the doctor on duty (name, Michelle). I was very surprise as I’ve never seen a young Chinese female doctor before. Ok I lied, I’ve seen young Chinese female doctor before but the reason I was so overreacted is because this young doctor is quite pretty looking. So I was very excited and happy (ok I must stress that I’m not Bi nor Les, ok?) coz I like to see pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many people said want to see my TMNT look in my FB today so I purposely took a shot of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is for you bunch of ‘Kepochi’!!! (Busybody) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317855410731987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SczRUiORs0I/AAAAAAAABNI/iHevdYkMpZA/s400/27032009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;Hope I recover soon coz as I'm typing this blog, my flu got worse but the dryness &amp;amp; pain is still there. How can that be?? I'm having running nose and yet my airway is dryand it still hurts at every breath I take. Really don't understand.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3204090644283758418?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3204090644283758418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3204090644283758418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3204090644283758418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3204090644283758418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/flu-flu.html' title='Flu Flu...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SczRUiORs0I/AAAAAAAABNI/iHevdYkMpZA/s72-c/27032009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5498060972611264868</id><published>2009-03-22T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:15:39.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Blown Away....</title><content type='html'>Keith &amp;amp; I always love to enjoy relaxing live band performance at the hotel lounge while slowly sipping our drinks after a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen and heard many live bands performing in various hotels in KL/PJ and the live band in Shangri-la hotel is the best thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band hail from Philippine (as most of the live bands are) comprised of 2 girls &amp;amp; 1 guy. The reason why they are our favourite is because not only they can do all kind of songs but all 3 have really nice vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impressed me the most is not only they can do songs ranging from oldies, contemporary, fast and slow beats, they can also freaking do Classical!!! How many live band you come across can actually deliver a song like Time To Say Goodbye (Por Ti Volare)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most male keyboardist/pianist cum singer in the live bands we've seen everywhere don't really sing that well, but my my, the male member in this particular group will really blow your mind when you hear him sing this lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time if you are there, go ahead &amp;amp; dedicate this song and be really really impressed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Keith that I'm gonna dedicate this song everytime we go to the lounge so that I can listen to the awesome vocals again... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting the female singer (the prettier one) who is always so energetic, passionate, sexy, sweet, funny &amp;amp; with such great showmanship. She is the soul of the band. :) She is just awesome (wish I can perform like her though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is a version sang by Andrea Bocelli &amp;amp; Sara Brigtman - Time To Say Goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;It was delivered beautifully &amp;amp; powerfully by the lounge singers at Shangri-la hotel. I had goose bumps all over when they came to the finale of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="301" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6dfe11c353b57580" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dfe11c353b57580%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331667877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25F24A2C76B92F3EE770410550988F770135D847.3DB1AA05AF722B737F24685148844F371615DA29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dfe11c353b57580%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwaDWtsRKdpZTeDZGWaM4DPQh0A4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="388" height="301" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dfe11c353b57580%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331667877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25F24A2C76B92F3EE770410550988F770135D847.3DB1AA05AF722B737F24685148844F371615DA29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dfe11c353b57580%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwaDWtsRKdpZTeDZGWaM4DPQh0A4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5498060972611264868?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6dfe11c353b57580&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5498060972611264868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5498060972611264868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5498060972611264868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5498060972611264868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5277539394518107465</id><published>2009-03-12T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:23:30.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><title type='text'>Terminology of the Women's Vocab... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;5. Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;6. That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'. that will bring on a 'whatever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;8. Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F--- YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;9. Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5277539394518107465?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5277539394518107465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5277539394518107465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5277539394518107465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5277539394518107465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/terminology-of-womens-vocab.html' title='Terminology of the Women&apos;s Vocab... :D'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-136630450763385098</id><published>2009-03-11T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:20:06.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Women...don't you feel like strangle them sometime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is for the guys.... :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SbaSKIkQmCI/AAAAAAAABMo/xwc_3T_x_Po/s1600-h/noname1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311593513325991970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SbaSKIkQmCI/AAAAAAAABMo/xwc_3T_x_Po/s400/noname1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311593517603913234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SbaSKYgMfhI/AAAAAAAABMw/XGg34Z3PeHo/s400/noname2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311593521835773746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SbaSKoRJjzI/AAAAAAAABM4/RYrq-khtybM/s400/noname3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311593532097845730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SbaSLOf0WeI/AAAAAAAABNA/OGG0GU9BxaE/s400/noname4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-136630450763385098?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/136630450763385098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=136630450763385098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/136630450763385098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/136630450763385098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/womendont-you-feel-like-strangle-them.html' title='Women...don&apos;t you feel like strangle them sometime?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SbaSKIkQmCI/AAAAAAAABMo/xwc_3T_x_Po/s72-c/noname1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6388716846091454585</id><published>2009-03-08T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:29:16.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Free...Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it is a normal reaction whenever we are being approached by stranger, before really listen to what the other person has to say, our very first reaction or answer is always 'No'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given lots of free movie tickets &amp;amp; free popcorn combo set passes by my bro in law for movies at Cathay Cineplex. Keith &amp;amp; I had our movie marathon 2 weeks ago on our own for we only had 8 tickets. We gave away our popcorn coupons as we didn't want to waste it. That was easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This round I was given even more tickets and I shared them with my friends &amp;amp; even FB friends. each movie passes comes with a popcorn combo set.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to another round of movie marathon with 4 other friends today. As we don't intend to use all the popcorn coupons so instead of wasting it, again I gave it to some lucky strangers who were queuing up for their snacks &amp;amp; movie tickets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's when I truly understand how it feels like when you offer to give away something free and people actually turned you down!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, the incident was like this....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me as L, Keith as K and the stranger (Chinese guy) as S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: Hi! are you planning to buy the popcorn set?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: Ya, I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: Alright, may I know how many set do you intend to buy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: Mmm.. think I'll buy 2 sets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: Oh, that's great. Actually I have some extra free popcorn combo set coupons, so I would like to give it to you. Don't worry, it's free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: It's free? Ermm..no thank you. I think it's ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My brain was clotted for a split second and I was stunned for a while)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This guy just said 'No' to my offer of giving him my free coupons?!?!?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when Keith walked up next to me and came into my rescue...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K: It's really free... (and I quickly added)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: Ya..it's free and there's no catch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: It's free, is it? Oh ok, thanks a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I quickly tear down 2 coupons and passed it to S and walked away.  I still had a few more coupons at that time but I was kind of offended by S's reaction so I passed the rest of the coupons to Keith &amp;amp; asked him to gave away the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So S went to the counter and passed the coupons to the cinema's crew. And I think when he found out that it was a real deal, he turn to face me and thank me furiously, twice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, want to give away free stuff also not easy as no one believes there is such thing as 'free' coz in order for us to get 'free' stuff, we must always spend a certain amount of money first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, to me when I have goodies &amp;amp; free stuffs and I know Keith &amp;amp; me can't utilise it all, I rather share it with my family, friends and yes, even strangers because it makes me happy when I make someone happy. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So you people out there....I'll love to share it again if I get any free stuffs in the future. So, watch out! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6388716846091454585?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6388716846091454585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6388716846091454585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6388716846091454585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6388716846091454585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/freereally.html' title='Free...Really?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5547325202052544307</id><published>2009-03-01T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:49:33.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When The Door Of Opportunity Opens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I received the following article 2 days ago in my mailbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can achieve anything. Do you believe that? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a caveat that must be made. Those who succeed are those who walk through the door of opportunity when it swings open. That we know. But what is the secret to getting through the door of opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being outside the door when it swings open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story goes, Frank Sinatra got his big break while working as a waiter. One day, as he was waiting tables, who does he see sitting in the restaurant, but one of the biggest names in the music industry. Old Blue Eyes did the unbelievable: He cleared off a table next to the gentleman and got up on it and sang! He knew he was done at the restaurant for doing so, but how many times would this door of opportunity open up? Needless to say, the rest is history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember my article about the stagehand for Kenny G who one day was in the auditorium with Kenny, just the two of them, when he started to play every song for him on the piano that was set up. Kenny didn't even know the guy could play the piano. Guess who is now the lead keyboardist for Kenny G? You got it!&lt;br /&gt;You see, you never know when the door of opportunity is going to open wide. For some, the big break comes early in life and for others later on. But for all of those who become successful, there is one key similarity: They were ready. And for every one of those who were ready, there were thousands more who weren't.&lt;br /&gt;So, the principle for us is: Be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? Here are some thoughts for you to consider. Are your skills as sharp as they could be? Are they enough so when your shot comes you can perform? Is your character deep enough to handle success? Let's face it; you don't want big success if your character won't be able to handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you working hard to position yourself now? The job to do while waiting for the door to open is to develop your skills and your character, so as to position yourself to get through that door before it closes. Your door will open someday. It opens for everyone. It may only open once or it may open many times. It is different for everyone and life just isn't fair that way. But everybody gets a shot. Will you be ready? When that huge door of opportunity opens up, will you be able to walk boldly through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do everything you can to be ready. Don't just sit and wish and dream. Be proactive and make sure that you are the most qualified when the door opens. Make sure that you are the hardest worker. Make sure you are the closest to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it opens – Be Ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh. Do you hear that? Hinges creaking! It is the sound of the door opening. Your door of opportunity! Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The door of opportunities were opened for me couple of times but I did not grasp it.... perhaps I was too young at that time and lack the maturity &amp;amp; self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a singer is my dream from young. I’ve started singing even before I could talk (that’s what my mom told me) and I’ve joined many singing contests since primary school till college. And I was once a part time wedding singer during my secondary &amp;amp; college days. I was once approached by a local producer but guess I took things too easy. Coz how many people got the chance to be approached by a producer and yet I did not do what others might have done. I didn’t show much interest and enthusiasm wanting to be a recording artist…. Well, the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you might be wondering why I’ve stopped being a part time singer since I love singing so much. 2 reasons, I started work after college plus I was sexually harassed by my then manager. So I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always thought that the reason why I didn’t end up to be a singer was because I’m not as lucky as others or I did not try hard enough to achieve my dream. But looking back, the truth is, I did ‘Nothing’ at all. I was waiting…and waiting….and waiting…. Seriously I didn’t know what was I waiting for, coz I’ve missed the opportunity when it came knocked on my door. I could have been more aggressive and took the initiative to look for the opportunity. But, I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must do something. It is never too late to try to achieve my dream because singing is a timeless thing. It has no age limits. One can be as young as 2 or as old as 80, as long as the passion is there, one can sing until he/she swallow the last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to fail after trying, what scares me the most is not even trying and spend the rest of my life wondering what could have happen if I try and succeed. I believe I can do it and in the end if things don’t work out as planned, at least I know I’ve done my best and I’ll have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started taking vocal class to further improve my skill and will slowly get myself involve in live performances. I want to be the one who is up the stage singing &amp;amp; performing instead dreaming &amp;amp; wishing that I’m the one singing every time I see any live band performance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Opporunity doesn't come knock on everyone's door all the time, sometimes, we need to create our own door(s)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5547325202052544307?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5547325202052544307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5547325202052544307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5547325202052544307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5547325202052544307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-door-of-opportunity-opens.html' title='When The Door Of Opportunity Opens...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8011994822937907288</id><published>2009-02-25T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:37:17.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Japlish... OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>These are hilarious. Just want to share with all... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Very difficult to make up what it is about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVyGF3lI/AAAAAAAABMg/ax_rsc7PwpQ/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755862290095698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVyGF3lI/AAAAAAAABMg/ax_rsc7PwpQ/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe in Japan, there are Males who are not 'Man'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVwxeKJI/AAAAAAAABMY/1kIbfVWN318/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755861935171730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVwxeKJI/AAAAAAAABMY/1kIbfVWN318/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring ur own tissue....I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVvgYojI/AAAAAAAABMQ/AhXJpwf_RfE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755861595071026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVvgYojI/AAAAAAAABMQ/AhXJpwf_RfE/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheese Fair or 'Afraid of Cheese'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVuMh5BI/AAAAAAAABMI/S6EbN_z3ltU/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755861243356178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVuMh5BI/AAAAAAAABMI/S6EbN_z3ltU/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They can construct their own WATER.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVnbEBII/AAAAAAAABMA/5a86Sm4xQ90/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755859425264770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVnbEBII/AAAAAAAABMA/5a86Sm4xQ90/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. U jump on the Elevator = Jail ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh5D1ZSOI/AAAAAAAABL4/aEtI76AGWy0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755368835696866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh5D1ZSOI/AAAAAAAABL4/aEtI76AGWy0/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Japlish 'L' is substituted with 'R' ... and this is what happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh48l3iRI/AAAAAAAABLw/E4HZzHZkyow/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755366891522322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh48l3iRI/AAAAAAAABLw/E4HZzHZkyow/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. They even have a room for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh4uOAUeI/AAAAAAAABLo/m8URXcHDlaw/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755363033338338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh4uOAUeI/AAAAAAAABLo/m8URXcHDlaw/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. U will need a smoke after reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh4ouhsZI/AAAAAAAABLg/L8Q1bMUQlZE/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755361559130514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh4ouhsZI/AAAAAAAABLg/L8Q1bMUQlZE/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The best so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh4Ue48dI/AAAAAAAABLY/tA9qKB7X1z4/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755356124836306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVh4Ue48dI/AAAAAAAABLY/tA9qKB7X1z4/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. They even advertise their price hike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnn92ZDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fOz2l7wlL1E/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755069297189938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnn92ZDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fOz2l7wlL1E/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Their mags need refrigeration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnp0Q4yI/AAAAAAAABLI/U9kGC5hV3ak/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755069793854242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnp0Q4yI/AAAAAAAABLI/U9kGC5hV3ak/s400/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Appears to be 'SOLD OUT'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnkH1ZAI/AAAAAAAABLA/3Yd8YBmrJSU/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755068265325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnkH1ZAI/AAAAAAAABLA/3Yd8YBmrJSU/s400/image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pray while listening to MP3... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnWE4r8I/AAAAAAAABK4/EMjWhmvj8yU/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755064494862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhnWE4r8I/AAAAAAAABK4/EMjWhmvj8yU/s400/image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Shud consider doing business with this Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhndtZ-eI/AAAAAAAABKw/qDxdH6aTXfU/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755066543864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaVhndtZ-eI/AAAAAAAABKw/qDxdH6aTXfU/s400/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8011994822937907288?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8011994822937907288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8011994822937907288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8011994822937907288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8011994822937907288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/japlish-omg.html' title='Japlish... OMG!!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SaViVyGF3lI/AAAAAAAABMg/ax_rsc7PwpQ/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7303037088762165850</id><published>2009-02-17T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:40:48.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>After years of separations with most of my ex-schoolmates and ex-colleagues, I think it is really time to gather every one for some reunion sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting on it for months and people keep asking me whether the reunion will be materialised. Frankly, I so want to meet up with my old friends but was too busy, lazy &amp;amp; procrastinate till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..must really look into the calendar and set a date and send out a mass-invitation to all in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;. This is the beauty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;. I actually found back most of my ex-colleagues, ex-schoolmates &amp;amp; even my long lost best friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...how does one losses his/her BEST FRIEND in the first place, you call that best friend?!? I don't know (don't ask me). it just happened somehow. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7303037088762165850?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7303037088762165850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7303037088762165850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7303037088762165850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7303037088762165850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-715744687302905943</id><published>2009-02-04T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:25:40.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>My Attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Most of the days, my dressing would attract a lot of comments from my colleagues and other people from different business units sharing the same floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is my working attire today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV_HjfD4I/AAAAAAAABKo/IToH0CPG_i8/s1600-h/IMG_4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298931348170280834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV_HjfD4I/AAAAAAAABKo/IToH0CPG_i8/s400/IMG_4598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV-5wDaAI/AAAAAAAABKg/daPjhrPsFoI/s1600-h/IMG_4597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298931344464898050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV-5wDaAI/AAAAAAAABKg/daPjhrPsFoI/s400/IMG_4597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV-q9vYII/AAAAAAAABKY/oH-wPc56SF4/s1600-h/IMG_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298931340495773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV-q9vYII/AAAAAAAABKY/oH-wPc56SF4/s400/IMG_4596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Most people commented that I look cute, pretty (handsome) and stylish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleague came to me, staring at me &amp;amp; smiling cheekily.... I hardly see this colleague in office as he always travel around, but he usually addresses me as 'pretty' (most of the time) or 'princess' (if I wear dress), lets call him Q,&lt;br /&gt;Q:"Your attire today don't suits this place" (as in office)&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Don't suit this place? Then, where?" (in my heart I thought he was going to say 'school')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:"You know there are these kind of bar with a pole at the center where you can do pole dancing? You look like a striptease pole dancer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I burst out in laughter coz I really thought he would say I look like either a teacher or student, but a pole dancer?!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joked, "Ya, don't you know I do striptease &amp;amp; pole dancing at night?", then he asked me the where about coz he wants to go and watch.... crazy fella... &gt;Blush&lt; ... I felt so shy after that...hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't think I'm that fashionable or a trend setter, but I always get many compliments abt my dressing and mind you people seems to paying a lot of attention on what I wear everyday and people say I always change style (hope it's a good thing though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's about knowing ourselves and wear what is right ( in terms of cuttings &amp;amp; colours) according to our body type &amp;amp; the overall to bring out the best features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another colleague of mine asked me the other day if I studied Fashion Design coz he said I really know how to dress well. Well, I never like to follow any trend, I just wear what's nice on me. To follow any trend blindly can be a fashion disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder if some people check themselves in the mirror before they leave the house coz some individuals really have no fashion sense but then again, they have the rights to put on whatever they like. so I better hold my tongue and not comment anything further. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&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/3919553896071765631-715744687302905943?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/715744687302905943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=715744687302905943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/715744687302905943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/715744687302905943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-attire.html' title='My Attire'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYmV_HjfD4I/AAAAAAAABKo/IToH0CPG_i8/s72-c/IMG_4598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5296022994760059188</id><published>2009-02-03T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:47:14.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Received this article from my ex-boss. It is both touching and inspirational. This is really beautiful, I hope you enjoy it, I did !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is called 'Faith.' His name is Faith!&lt;br /&gt;This dog was born on Christmas Eve in 2002. He was born with 3 legs - 2 healthy hind legs and 1 abnormal front leg which need to be amputated. He of course could not walk when he was born. Even his mother did not want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298592496754045442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhhzXqTMgI/AAAAAAAABIY/ACYBr5885Ds/s320/image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;His first owner also did not think that he could survive. Therefore, he was thinking of putting him to sleep. At this time, his present owner Jude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stringfellow&lt;/span&gt; met him and wanted to take care of him. She was determined to teach and train this dog to walk by himself. Therefore she named him 'Faith.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In the beginning, she put Faith on a surf board to let him feel the movements of the water. Later she used peanut butter on a spoon as a lure and to reward him for standing up and jumping around. Even the other dogs at home helped to encourage him to walk. Amazingly, after only 6 months, like a miracle, Faith learned to balance on his 2 hind legs and jumped to move forward. After further training in the snow, he can now walk like a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298592496949679906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhhzYY8VyI/AAAAAAAABIg/R83JWI8BPzQ/s320/image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298593330166733266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhij4XXmdI/AAAAAAAABIo/WeXSt9Zd6VI/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Faith loves to walk around now. No matter where he goes, he just attracts all the people around him. He is now becoming famous on the international scene. He has appeared in various newspapers and TV shows. There is even one book entitled 'With a little faith' being published about him. He was even considered to appear in one of Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298593329838683586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhij3JJ9cI/AAAAAAAABIw/eq8c5kK6lZA/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;His present owner Jude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stringfellew&lt;/span&gt; has given up her teaching job and plans to take him around the world to preach, that even without a perfect body, one can have a perfect soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298593327968682738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhijwLUAvI/AAAAAAAABI4/F1X2xvtZfWE/s320/image5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298593335834074578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhikNekXdI/AAAAAAAABJA/g3QoyUTZZl4/s320/image6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298593337934356722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhikVTUIPI/AAAAAAAABJI/YvfuzH1CQh0/s320/image7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594437851930018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhjkW0GXaI/AAAAAAAABJQ/sweX0KyLnck/s320/image8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594439650420466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhjkdg5JvI/AAAAAAAABJY/2xychwiSlf0/s320/image9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594436799577026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhjkS5Mu8I/AAAAAAAABJg/hysSsWOgYcU/s320/image10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594444292231138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhjkuzlj-I/AAAAAAAABJw/Y-CynsVClYs/s320/image12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298595428940620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhkeC6DoSI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6kt7biRli24/s320/image11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298595432230262450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhkePKXlrI/AAAAAAAABKA/ApObXsznSa0/s320/image13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298595431348835122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhkeL4OEzI/AAAAAAAABKI/RJDzvhYAsW8/s320/image14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298595435794489442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhkeccJYGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/fTtpU-uoJx8/s320/image15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In life there are always undesirable things. Perhaps one will feel better if one changes the point of view from another direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope this message will bring fresh new ways of thinking to everyone and that everyone can appreciate and be thankful for each beautiful day that follows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I believe there is always this inner strength and survival instincts existing in all of us, perhaps more in animals as they have less worldly distractions than humans, to live the best we can, the way we are individually created. Right?????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Life is the continual demonstration of the Strength of Life!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cheers and be Strong always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5296022994760059188?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5296022994760059188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5296022994760059188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5296022994760059188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5296022994760059188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SYhhzXqTMgI/AAAAAAAABIY/ACYBr5885Ds/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7903128935103348606</id><published>2009-02-01T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:15:48.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>And I'm Not Complaining...</title><content type='html'>After more than a week long of holidays, most of us are going back to work tomorrow and for those who work in KL will be on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see many people are complaining about having to go back to work tomorrow and hope that the holiday can be longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not complaining at all. In fact, I am thankful that at least I still have a job at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you people out there, stop complaining. Always think positive and be grateful with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7903128935103348606?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7903128935103348606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7903128935103348606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7903128935103348606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7903128935103348606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-im-not-complaining.html' title='And I&apos;m Not Complaining...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5157145127854613450</id><published>2009-01-31T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:47:12.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Shallow Hal</title><content type='html'>Just saw a rerun of Shallow Hal in Astro this afternoon. It is one of my favourite movies simply because, it reminds me of how shallow we can be most of the time with the perspective we have about true beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are being influence by all the worldly standard set by a few individuals simply to sell their products &amp;amp; services and let them decide for us what is and what’s not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True beauty is not measure merely by the appearance. I don’t deny that I am always being attracted to (outer) beautiful people &amp;amp; things, which is only natural, but what I’m trying to say is sometimes, if we really put aside the conventional way and really get to know a person from within, we might discover that kind of beauty is even more mesmerizing than Aishwarya Rai or Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is beautiful in their own unique way. Even if one do not have the typical big eyes, sharp nose, sharp chin &amp;amp; trim figure, we each have our beautiful side. No, I’m serious. I’ve once saw a girl sitting at a bus stop while I was in a bus many years ago. By the first glance, she was what we would call ‘ugly’ coz she has small eyes, flat nose, big face with a thick glasses, but somehow for a split second before the bus I was in moving away, she suddenly tilted her face in an angle and she look so sweet for that instance and suddenly I saw a beautiful girl in front of me and it really touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing significant or extraordinary about that incident but what I realized was if I did not gave her a 2nd look, I would never discovered the beautiful side of that girl. What I’m really trying to say is if only we could put away our shallow view and to give a 2nd look on people and things sometimes, we might be able to discover something great out of it. Something that we wouldn’t get to see coz we are so blinded by all the things we were made to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I always believe true beauty is the reflection of who we really are deep down. If you have a beautiful soul, good attitude and kind heart, you will look beautiful no matter what. In the contrary, if for example Jessica Alba is a nasty person and do not care about others, sooner or later people will find her ugly and she is nothing but just a pretty face. But thank God she is a true beauty inside out. I really like her. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once told me if a person is kind, he/she is beautiful and I totally agree with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning. I’m learning to accept things &amp;amp; people the way they are and not judge people by their looks coz pretty face does not necessary equal to kind heart. In fact, some pretty girls are manipulative and unkind as they know they could use their looks to get what they want. To me, that is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us all open our eyes &amp;amp; hearts to view the people around us differently and you might be surprise what good things you have been missing out all these while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5157145127854613450?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5157145127854613450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5157145127854613450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5157145127854613450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5157145127854613450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/shallow-hal.html' title='Shallow Hal'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2896807140059970868</id><published>2009-01-27T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:20:39.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A&amp;W No More</title><content type='html'>Today is the 2nd day of CNY. The day to visit my parents, grandma &amp;amp; aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know that most restaurants are still closed today so we only have the options of mamak or fast food restaurants. Keith &amp;amp; I decided to go to A&amp;amp;W in PJ (opposite Amcorp Mall) for our quick lunch before heading off to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith ordered the Deluxe Double Cheese Burger &amp;amp; I got myself the Double Fortune Burger. Not only the service was slow but when our burgers finally came, both our faces were as black as the charcoal. I've never seen Keith eat his food with such expression. It was supposed to be funny to see him like that but nothing was amusing at all. We have decided never to go to A&amp;amp;W anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wonder how long A&amp;amp;W can sustain if they continue with such standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295997645742502898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8pzKXJc_I/AAAAAAAABII/ctQncuJXPdw/s320/IMG_4574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The banner for the burger I ordered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Double Fortune Burger (ya right!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8pzRcOYBI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oHmSKuJ6KKM/s1600-h/IMG_4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295997647642845202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8pzRcOYBI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oHmSKuJ6KKM/s320/IMG_4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turn out this is what I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called it Triple Pathetic Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295995881639453250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8oMekNIkI/AAAAAAAABH4/nnnL4tUntWM/s320/IMG_4569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8oM7l0ItI/AAAAAAAABIA/W71y4nv-zJM/s1600-h/IMG_4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295995889430831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8oM7l0ItI/AAAAAAAABIA/W71y4nv-zJM/s320/IMG_4571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Deluxe Double Cheese Burger Keith had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8jY55mHEI/AAAAAAAABHw/gs_gx8S5VgU/s1600-h/IMG_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990597577219138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8jY55mHEI/AAAAAAAABHw/gs_gx8S5VgU/s320/IMG_4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how pissed off he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listen to us, do not waste your money people....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2896807140059970868?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2896807140059970868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2896807140059970868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2896807140059970868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2896807140059970868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more.html' title='A&amp;W No More'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SX8pzKXJc_I/AAAAAAAABII/ctQncuJXPdw/s72-c/IMG_4574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-889435757959914747</id><published>2009-01-01T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:16:32.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hola 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's us all start this brand new year with a brand new (good) attitude, be open minded, optimistic, honest, loving, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must always change ourselves first if we want to make a difference in anything we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... Change Your Attitude, Change Your Life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-889435757959914747?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/889435757959914747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=889435757959914747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/889435757959914747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/889435757959914747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-2009.html' title='Hola 2009!!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6922458548698577249</id><published>2008-12-31T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:19:11.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Adios 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is it! The last day of year 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We can all say good bye in different languages with different emotions base on our personal gratitude for all things that happened in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would like to say a BIG 'Thank You' to 2008 for I've LIVE for another year surrounded by all that I love and those who love me unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter what happened, I am grateful &amp;amp; thankful (and some regretful) for all the incidents happened in 2008. There were indeed many good lessons in life I've learned in this past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So good bye 2008.... thanks for everything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;Vaarwel!&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tinggal!&lt;br /&gt;Good bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6922458548698577249?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6922458548698577249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6922458548698577249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6922458548698577249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6922458548698577249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/adios-2008.html' title='Adios 2008'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8516440458006374092</id><published>2008-12-29T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:10:36.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008... Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The curtains of 2008 are drawing... we are coming to the end of 2008 in just 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been having a not so good/bad year, they just can't wait for year 2008 to end. They are eagerly welcoming the New Year hoping and praying to have a brand new start and better luck in year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been having a good/great year, they just going to miss year 2008 but at the same time hoping that God will continue to favor them and bless them in the New Year with good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bitter sweet feeling for me as many things have happened in year 2008. Nevertheless, I must thank God for His love and also for my hubby's love &amp;amp; endurance through out the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish and pray that it will be a better year for Keith &amp;amp; me at work and the continuous growth of our marriage &amp;amp; personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish the best to all my love ones and all that I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8516440458006374092?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8516440458006374092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8516440458006374092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8516440458006374092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8516440458006374092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-hello-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2008... Hello 2009'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6853019396506946199</id><published>2008-12-21T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:55:09.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Change Your Attitude, Change Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning: This is a very long post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having worked for 11 years myself, I noticed that many people these days seriously lack the right attitude at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most employees like to complain about their managers a lot. They often think they are being mistreated when they find out that some of their company benefits are not as good as others but forget about those better benefits they do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at manager level. I’m just a normal senior executive like many out there. I always like to observe and analyze people and things that happen around me. I also like to put myself in other people’s shoes and try to see things from different perspectives. Thus, it allows me to have a better understanding and open mind compare to many people towards many things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was twice a supervisor where I had admin assistants reporting under me in the past so more or less I have the taste as how it is like to manage people. Frankly speaking, I’m a lousy manager because I do not have the right skills for a managerial role. I am way too soft hearted and that is not a good thing. However, I am a very good soldier as I take orders &amp;amp; execute tasks well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never easy to be a manager and not everyone can be a good manager. Employees always have the wrong perception that their bosses (as in manager and above) do not face the same pressure as they do. I have to tell you that you are just so very wrong for thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are working for the owner of the company, who has no one to report to and no one to answer to but himself regardless the company does well or not. Believe me, whether he or she is the HoD/manager, the country manager, the regional manager and so forth, he/she is as nervous and pressured as you &amp;amp; me when they meet their bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your managers are answerable to their immediate boss just like everyone else simply because they are merely the ‘employees’ of the company. The higher the position, the bigger the responsibility. Managers are just as vulnerable as the normal level staff as they too need to deliver result. If they do not perform, they will get scolding from their bosses or even get fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who used to complained about his ex-boss last time and even called his ex-boss a ‘Bitch’. And then one fine day, he himself was promoted in his then new job and became a manager himself. During one of the casual conversation, he told me then only he realized it is not easy to be a manager as he used to think. As a manager you have to be the medium between the staff and the higher management. On one hand, you need to try to fight for your subordinates for better pay, benefits, working environment and etc. but on the other hand; you have to think for the management to make sure your subordinates do not abuse what the company has to offer. It is what I called a ‘Sandwich’ situation. You just can’t please your subordinates and the higher management at the same time. There is no WIN-WIN situation. We just have to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relation between the manager &amp;amp; subordinates are interdependent. The managers need their staff to help execute and materialize their plans just as much as the staffs need their managers to lead them and nurture them so that they too can grow in both professionally and their personal development. The manager can’t function without his staffs and vice versa. Why do I say so? That’s because no matter how good a manager is if he has inefficient staffs to help him to execute the tasks, he/she won’t be able to achieve the goals, likewise a vey good &amp;amp; hard working staff, if without a good leader, he/she might just doing the work blindly without knowing the right direction and may end up not doing the right thing to achieve the goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us want to be appreciated by our bosses when we’ve done a good job and how does one boss show the appreciation varies. Some just give verbal appreciation, some give treats or both and even promotion. Usually when we have done a good job and we get praise by our bosses, we feel good and confident and appreciated. And we would automatically think that we have a very good boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad boss is someone who takes all your credits when you are the biggest contributor behind the success and push all the blame on you when things don’t turn out as expected. But, does it mean only those who praise you and give you a pet on your back are the only good boss? To me apart from showing his/her appreciation when the staffs do well, a good boss would also tell you off behind close door when you have done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the majority, when their boss sounded them they always take it negatively, all of a sudden, the boss is being insensitive, bully, belittlement and non appreciative. I must tell you that only those bosses who scold and shout at their staff in public are as above. If your boss tells you off in private, you would be a fool not to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good boss would tell you off in private because they respect you as a person. The reason they even bother to spend their time to talk to you one to one is because they do care about you and your future in the company. We cannot expect to get praises all the time when seriously we have either done something wrong or simply not doing enough to achieve what the company is expecting of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to hear about any criticisms, especially sometimes you think you have given &amp;amp; done your best. With that mindset, we often shut our mind and react negatively and do something hasty based on emotion. The matter of fact is, no one is perfect, we all make mistake. If your boss is willing to take some time to talk to you and point out what he finds the problem is and what is his expectation on your and tell you how he thinks you could improve, I think everyone should really appreciate that. Criticisms never sound good to our ears and sometimes you feel like you are being belittled by your boss but a good boss would never try to belittle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often see criticisms as a bad thing. For me, I would take the criticisms positively and really ask myself if I have really given my best to do the job. A good boss would never want to see their staffs failed and do you know why? Like I said earlier, it is an interdependent relation, coz if you fail, your boss fail too simply because he has evaluated you and made a judgment that you are capable of doing the job (that’s the reason he hired you in the first place), so if you fail, it also means that he has made a wrong judgment and if you don’t do well, your boss can’t perform either. A good commander can’t win the battle without his efficient soldiers and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn not to take criticism too personally especially at work place. Unless your boss shouts at you in front of everyone then I would suggest you not to work under this kind of superior. Human being are always being very judgmental towards other as they can easily spot other people’s fault, however, we often can’t see our own shortfalls and don’t realize we too have weaknesses like others around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working for 11 years and I often tell people that I’ve been very ‘lucky’ because through out my working life, all my ex-bosses and current boss really ‘sayang’ (like) me very much. Now the thing is, am I really that lucky or simply because I’ve the right attitude at work and that make my superiors like me a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve certainly made some mistakes here and there at work, some of my ex/bosses did talk to me and tell me off what they like or do not like about me and etc. I have never once thought that my bosses were not appreciative coz I know and I understand they meant good. Even though sometimes the words they used are not that nice to hear, I could see through their good intention behind all the sharp words. We are not little children so don’t expect your boss would talk to you like pacifying a kid all the time because when the boss tried the soft approach but failed, they would have no choice but to use reverse psychology to force you to THINK. But the sad fact is, most people are so disinclined to criticisms, they take every single word plainly and think their boss is trying to belittle them and made them feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have change a few jobs and you tell yourself and others that the bosses are the reason, there are only 2 possibilities, one is you are just so damn unlucky coz no matter how good you try, somehow all your stupid bosses just don’t appreciate you at all, then I guess you should just accept your sad fate and live the rest of your life believing that you are just unlucky to always get bad bosses. Or, you should WAKE UP and do a REALITY CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest doing some soul searching and also try to analyse yourself from a 3rd party viewpoint and list down all your strengths and weaknesses and try to rethink all the criticisms you used to get from your ex/bosses and turn those words into driving force and see how you can improve yourself from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, trust me, if you are the one who is having the attitude problem and you are not willing to accept the fact and make changes, instead you keep thinking that other people are just simply finding fault and do not appreciate you, you will face the same problem again &amp;amp; again no matter where you work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are really some terrible bosses out there but you'll have to use your better judgement to differentia whether your boss's criticisms mean good or purely for the sake of finding fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, it boils down to our attitude and how we react towards things that happen in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/he_has_a_right_to_criticize-who_has_a_heart_to/222823.html"&gt;He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/criticism_is_something_we_can_avoid_easily_by/178268.html"&gt;Criticism is something we can avoid easily by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/we_need_very_strong_ears_to_hear_ourselves_judged/176106.html"&gt;We need very strong ears to hear ourselves judged frankly, and because there are few who can endure frank criticism without being stung by it, those who venture to criticize us perform a remarkable act of friendship, for to undertake to wound or offe&lt;/a&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/if_you_have_no_critics_you-ll_likely_have_no/148536.html"&gt;If you have no critics you'll likely have no success.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_criticize_by_creation-not_by_finding/159350.html"&gt;I criticize by creation, not by finding fault&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6853019396506946199?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6853019396506946199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6853019396506946199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6853019396506946199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6853019396506946199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-your-attitude-change-your-life.html' title='Change Your Attitude, Change Your Life'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3930556760626501276</id><published>2008-12-18T22:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:43:06.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The week before Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I've just set up my Christmas tree today, which is consider very late as I used to do the setup early Dec every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am a bit lazy this year round and was contemplating whether to put up the tree or not. Then I told myself since I'm going to Singapore mid Dec for training, I would see if I could get any nice ornaments for my tree. Seriously, all the ornaments sold in Malaysia are rather disappointing, hence if I can get a few nice pieces in SG, I'll put up the tree when I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to time constraint I didn't have much time to shop so I ended up with only 3 ornaments and a small reindeer made from brown straws. Though I didn't bought much, it is motivated enough for me to lift up my lazy butt and get the tree done. :)&lt;br /&gt;I do feel extra charitable this year and really in the mood to love &amp;amp; share. :) Speaking of which, this weekend I must go and buy some groceries and give away to an orphanage in PJ before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many more Christmas gifts not bought yet and I'm a real sucker in buying gifts. LOLs.... I've always prefer to give cash so that that person can buy what he/she really wants instead of sometimes stuck with something that they do not need or like. But then, it will totally defeat the purpose coz even for myself I don't think I'll take the money to buy myself a gift if some one would have given me RM50/-. I probably spend it on a Steak or Lamp Chop instead. Yummmmm... talking about food, now I'm thinking of turkey &amp;amp; roast lamb. Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Some friends have asked if I'm gonna have open house this year, oh well, I still can't decide yet. Like I said earlier, I am feeling kind of lazy this year. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153261470305090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps6RpVS0I/AAAAAAAABG8/doiKhvu6r5o/s320/IMG_3847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153270675687170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps6z8ERwI/AAAAAAAABHE/PDDpTTSNyRg/s320/IMG_3848.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is the little reindeer from SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps8HppxZI/AAAAAAAABHc/Mc6dMGT_rec/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153293147030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps8HppxZI/AAAAAAAABHc/Mc6dMGT_rec/s320/IMG_3855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; The snowman &amp;amp; reindeer hail from SG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps76UaHnI/AAAAAAAABHU/5rXPnC6MwVo/s1600-h/IMG_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153289568263794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps76UaHnI/AAAAAAAABHU/5rXPnC6MwVo/s320/IMG_3853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Love this puppet. The hands can move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps7t5YFUI/AAAAAAAABHM/nYeZhqOkmQU/s1600-h/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153286233658690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps7t5YFUI/AAAAAAAABHM/nYeZhqOkmQU/s320/IMG_3852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; The fatty Santa-Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153823012574114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUpta9jcU6I/AAAAAAAABHk/mt0Ie6W0dI0/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is a reindeer sock given by an old friend some years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I placed the fella on my LCD tv the peekaboo style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3930556760626501276?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3930556760626501276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3930556760626501276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3930556760626501276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3930556760626501276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-before-christmas.html' title='The week before Christmas.....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SUps6RpVS0I/AAAAAAAABG8/doiKhvu6r5o/s72-c/IMG_3847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4697482255340249820</id><published>2008-12-01T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:33:23.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Coming to the end of year 2008</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the last month in year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back the past 11 months, it has been a very eventful year in both my personal and working lives. There were certainly good and bad but whatever happened are all in the past and all I can say is to learn from the mistake and try not to repeat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I can't wait for Christmas to come and then it will be the brand new year of 2009. Christmas always make me feel warmth, happy and complacent. :) But then again, who wouldn't like Christmas?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I do not know what to expect in the days to come but I'll just cross my fingers and pray for the best to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know HE has a plan for me just like HE does for everyone else. So, I'm gonna take one day at a time and see what comes my way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4697482255340249820?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4697482255340249820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4697482255340249820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4697482255340249820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4697482255340249820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-to-end-of-year-2008.html' title='Coming to the end of year 2008'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3976983501599967822</id><published>2008-11-24T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:02:42.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Waterproof is not enough…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These days the market is swamped with all the ‘waterproof’ mascara which promises to stay put where it won't run, smear or smudge and a quick-dissolve system that helps in easy removal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried a few brands of mascara myself and I would say most of the waterproof mascara is doing quite a fair job on normal circumstances when you don’t sweat or cry per say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Waterproof’ should not be the only agent found in mascara. Seriously, how often do we splash our face with water when we have our make up on (besides when we are ready to remove the makeup) or running around in the rain? The more likelihood for our eyes to get in touch with water compound would be either sweat or tears. Hence, mascara should be made tear-proof &amp;amp; sweat-proof as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m sure all the ladies out there would agree with me that no matter how expensive the mascara is and how good the brand claimed their mascara in waterproofing, the very fact is the moment you sweat or especially when you cry you’ll have Panda-eyes in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because water in general contains minerals while tear fluid contains chemicals like lipids &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Urea" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urea"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;urea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and sweat (also called Perspiration) contains various dissolved solids (chiefly chlorides), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Odorant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odorant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;odorants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cresol" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cresol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2-methylphenol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (o-cresol) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="P-Cresol" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P-Cresol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4-methylphenol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (p-cresol), which are stronger solvent than the water itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure the scientists have the above in mind when they formulate the waterproof mascara but base on the experience, I have not found one that can resist sweat or tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if it is viable to make the mascara tear-proof and sweat-proof, but if it does it will be good news for the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3976983501599967822?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3976983501599967822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3976983501599967822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3976983501599967822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3976983501599967822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/waterproof-is-not-enough.html' title='Waterproof is not enough…'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8943633720974946603</id><published>2008-11-04T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:45:18.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It Ain't That Kind Of Diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know these days if anyone still write diary coz i think more and more people are blogging online these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I used to have a small little diary with all my little naughty secrets during my teenage years, but I have long destroyed it for my own good. ;) LOLs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Writing a diary is something personal, it's something between yourself and the little 'black' book. On the other hand, blogging is a very open and public thing where you write about things you don't mind to share with others. Because it is so open, you can't really blog about your secrets (not unless you go anonymous) coz seriously unless you are some porn star or someone who do not care about anything, you wouldn't want people to know about your dark secrets which will affect your public image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You don't see people writing about their sex adventure, criminal experience and etc. publicly with their real identity or picture in their site coz there are many people in their lives need to be protected apart from themselves. They can only do it anonymously so no one know who are the real person behind all the exciting (and could be offensive) stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have never dare to write anything and everything in my mind coz I know some issues are very sensitive and I might get myself into trouble if it is publish on the net. No doubt we could argue that it is our blog and there is freedom of speech, but reality sings a different tune. That's why I end up sometimes not updating my blog for a long time coz I've filtered a lot and only share what I think is safe to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;But I think blogging is more fun, anonymous or not, coz you get to share your views with others and sometimes you might get some really constructive opinions from different people perspectives and that help us to widen our mindset and the way we see things in life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8943633720974946603?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8943633720974946603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8943633720974946603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8943633720974946603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8943633720974946603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-aint-diary.html' title='It Ain&apos;t That Kind Of Diary...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6811514709941642443</id><published>2008-10-29T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:02:05.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Combating Water-Retention....</title><content type='html'>Do you have water retention problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm one of the victims of this disaster. I've been having a pair of big thighs from young and have tried many ways to slim down the extra fat stored in that problem area for many years, but no matter what I did both my legs still look swell and puffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith &amp;amp; I have been into fruits juice frenzy lately and we have tried different combination of fruits. So far, his favourite is Banana-Orange and myself prefer to have variety so I will have different combination every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I stumbled across a formula that helps to combat my water retention problem (I can only speak for myself coz I don’t know if it will give the same effect to others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination is 2 apples and 1 carrot. I wasn’t very sure at first but I’ve tried and then I stop and then I try again, and seems like it really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you out there who may have the same problem as me, do try it and let me know if it works for you. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know, all the ‘fat’ you‘ve been trying to shed might actually be ‘water’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6811514709941642443?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6811514709941642443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6811514709941642443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6811514709941642443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6811514709941642443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/combating-water-retention.html' title='Combating Water-Retention....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1186324127745361736</id><published>2008-10-21T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:07:39.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time is passing.... things are changing... people are moving forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Change is good. But too much changes in a short period of time is somehow unhealthy. Before you can grasp what really going on, things change again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wonder when will things be stabilised...and I wonder what is in store for me here. I can only play by ears and hope for the best. Meanwhile, I can only do what I do best and wait to be twirled into the next wave of change, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1186324127745361736?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1186324127745361736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1186324127745361736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1186324127745361736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1186324127745361736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-wondering.html' title='I&apos;m Wondering...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-3902354071993478488</id><published>2008-09-24T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:19:42.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Read'/><title type='text'>Marriage With A Sense of Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Something nice to share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. David Bissonette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. Sacha Guitry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. Hemant Joshi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. Socrates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. Dumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want? Sigmund Freud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." Henny Youngman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." Sam Kinison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." James Holt McGavran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't." Patrick Murray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Whenever you're right, shut up. Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. Milton Berle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-3902354071993478488?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3902354071993478488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=3902354071993478488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3902354071993478488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/3902354071993478488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/marriage-with-sense-of-humour.html' title='Marriage With A Sense of Humour'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6667493991212662941</id><published>2008-09-12T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:01:43.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I don't know...hmmm</title><content type='html'>Mmmm....there's an Indian girl from another department in my company, told me  something I've never heard before in my life. You seem we see each other very often as we are sharing the same office space but we never talk. We usually just smile and walk pass each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into her in the lift today and I started the conversation by asking her name and I told her mine. And there she went, "You look like Kate Moss". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Huh?", and she repeated again, "You look like Kate Moss. Has anyone told you that?". I was stunned and muttered, "Is it?", and she replied, "Ya, I've been wanting to tell you that you look like Kate Moss". And I just laughed and shrugged it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't know whether it was an insult or a compliment...hmmm... well, I think it's really depends on how we see it. Personally, I don't think Kate Moss is pretty, hot or attractive. She looks very plain Jane to me and a bit of unusual look. Not that I think myself pretty, which I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, perhaps it is a compliment as I'm being told that I look like a super model. hahaha.... guess have to interpret it this way to comfort myself. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6667493991212662941?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6667493991212662941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6667493991212662941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6667493991212662941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6667493991212662941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-knowhmmm.html' title='I don&apos;t know...hmmm'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8388300894038200068</id><published>2008-09-11T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:10:44.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Bestest Birthday....</title><content type='html'>10th Sep 2008. This is the day....my birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had the best birthday celebration ever last nite well planned by my darling and my beloved friends. I never expected someone would throw me a surprise party (though I did dream about it years ago) and it was like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly the most memorable and wonderful birthday I had in my life and I'm grateful for everything &amp;amp; everyone God has blessed me with. As I know I'm truly being loved and cared by so many people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor darling was so nervous about the whole thing for the past one month, "it was all worthy", he said. I think now a lot of girls envy me already. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my darling for his loving and sweet effort in planning this whole thing and also to my friends who attended (&amp;amp; those who couldn't make it) the party to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember this special day...but now...I have a problem......HOW AM I GOING TO OUTDO my darling and give him a better birthday than this?!??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... pls mssg me in private if you have any good ideas to share. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8388300894038200068?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8388300894038200068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8388300894038200068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8388300894038200068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8388300894038200068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bestest-birthday.html' title='My Bestest Birthday....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-9160267236692478120</id><published>2008-09-01T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:33:09.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Compare Not...</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a 3 days 2 nights company team building on Sunday. Well, people who attended team building before knew exactly what is it like. There are always few programs planned out for the participants and each activity meant to find out how every individual can work together as a team and to learn the importance of teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fun when we get to go for this sort of company trip where you get to interact with your colleagues in different environment and get to learn about your co-workers from a different perspective and discover the different side of each individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often it is through work and playing games that require teamwork, you get to see the true character of a person. I often find it very interesting and it is one of my great interest to study and observe people's behaviours in different conditions and when they play different roles in their daily lives, i.e. son, father/mother, co-worker, employee, superior, friend, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not determine the success of team building by how much the participants enjoyed the games or how much fun we had with one another but rather what has everyone learnt from those team building activities by understanding the true spirit and meaning of teamwork. Teamwork is not about being the first to finish the task; it is about how different people from all walks of life come together and put away the differences among each other to compromise and works to achieve the same goal the most effective way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've observed in my daily lives and even more so during the past few days was, people like to compare themselves with others and complaining about what disadvantages they have, and they give excuses for why they are unable to achieve the same or do better than others due to the shortfalls they have. Often in life, we waste too much time in comparing and grumbling about our unfavorable condition, and we lose sight on what we already have. We focus too much on the 'If only I have …, I will be able to achieve the same or do better' instead of focusing on how we can make do with what we have and turn the disadvantage to an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, life is unfair. But how do we come about to decide whether we are on the advantage or disadvantage side? It is when we start to compare. There is no such things as who is having the upper hand or not if we never compare. It’s because we compare and sometimes we found that we lack of what others have and perceive what we don’t have as a disadvantage and we use it as excuses to ourselves and to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, A is given 1000 dollars and B is given 2000 dollars. Both are told to use the money to invest and sell the same product. Who do you think will make the most profit after one month? Naturally, majority would answer B (without much thought). Why B? Well, standard answer would be, because B was given 1000 dollars more than A and B would be able to buy more stock and sell more so logically B would makes more money. Correct? Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even A was given 1000 dollars less than B doesn’t mean A would lose to B, because it is not merely about who has more goods or better product to sell but many factors to define the success or failure. The packaging, how you market &amp;amp; promote, target consumers and price, all these play a big role. If A does it right he could easily make more money than B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only when we learnt to stop comparing ourselves to others and focusing on how to make the best out of what we already have, then only we will be able to achieve more in life. We do not live by other people standard because we should be the one to set our own standard. Always remember that the only person we need to compete with is ourselves. The greatest achievement in life is not by how many people we have defeated but how much we can out do ourselves by achieving more than what we think we could and living larger than who we think we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little upset this morning coz I started to think about how people always perceive me and misunderstood me. I don’t know, perhaps in some people eyes, I’m like a bimbo who is spoilt, shallow and do not know how to do housework and cook and that makes me feel like I am good for nothing as I start thinking and comparing myself to other people. But then Keith told me that I should stop thinking and caring too much about how other people see or think about me. I allowed all that to affect me and I end up lost sight of people who appreciate me and look up to me for who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I do something to convince people that they are wrong about me? Oh well, I’m not going to bother. If people want to judge me without trying to know me better so be it, coz I live my life for no one but myself and my love ones, I’m answerable to no one but God. As long as I’m true to myself and live my life to the fullest, I don’t have to prove myself to anyone. After all, I know myself best. I am who I am and I’m damn proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Individual commitment to a group effort - that is what makes a team work, a company work, a society work, a civilization work”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Coming together is a beginning. Keeping together is progress. Working together is success”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Regardless of differences, we strive shoulder to shoulder... Teamwork can be summed up in five short words: "We believe in each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/public_opinion_is_a_weak_tyrant-compared_with_our/163173.html"&gt;Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion - what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates his fate&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/if_you_compare_yourself_with_others-you_may/164248.html"&gt;If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-9160267236692478120?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9160267236692478120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=9160267236692478120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/9160267236692478120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/9160267236692478120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/compare-not.html' title='Compare Not...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6219765298276375733</id><published>2008-08-11T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:17:49.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Love like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ok, I’m not trying to brag or show off but people who know me &amp;amp; my hubby or people who have seen us can really tell how much my hubby loves me and cares for me. I can safely say that I am one of the luckiest girls in the world. Coz not only I have a loving husband, I’m also blessed with awesome in-laws plus all the relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the 6 years of relationship, there were many challenges in our marriage and I’m glad that we’ve manage to go through every obstacle together, Well, I have to admit that I’m the weaker one in love relationship coz usually when things don’t go well, I often try to seek the easy way out, but through him (my hubby), I’ve the chance to witness and learned a lot about the Love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe God works through people. For He always plant little seeds of thoughts and ideas in people’s hearts and minds, and make us carry out HIS work without even noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us had our downfalls in these past years and while God knows that I’m the weaker one, HE made my hubby even stronger, not only for himself but for both of us in this marriage. When my hubby fell, God gave him self realisation and made him fight for this marriage in silence (without me knowing) and make it even stronger than before. And when it was my turn to fall recently, God made him even stronger and wiser in order to pull me up and support me again and again as I kept failing him. And yet, he did not give me up. He continues to support me as my hubby, my soul mate and my best friend. For I’m certain that given the same scenario most people would have walk out from it long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have never seen someone quite like him. His love for me is unconditional, just like God. His love truly amaze me coz I’ve never ever dare to dream of meeting someone like him. He has been with me through thick and thin, rain and shine, even during my ugliest moment due to my horrible breakouts, he has never once felt ashamed of how I look when he went out with me. He was only upset when people stared at me strangely for he knows it hurts my feelings and self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has always been very protective of me and treated me like a little princess and he has always put me before himself. We have always shared a very unique relationship and special bonding. We are not merely husband and wife, we are also soul mate and best friends, because sometimes when situation is tense between us as husband and wife, we always have the ability to switch to the role as friends to analyse things and to give our opinions as how a friend is expected to be and solve our problems together. We never need to confide or share our problems to other people to seek advice or sort coz we are each other best friend and we have the ability to play different roles in this relationship whenever it suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really think that I don’t deserve him but then I believe I must have done something wonderful (though I don’t know what is it) for God to love me so much and give me such a wonderful husband and everything that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been very proud of him as my hubby not only for who he is and what he has achieved so far but I know that no one would ever loves me like he does and I want to make him proud of me (not that he is not) and love him the way no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear and sorry for being such a fool. Thank you for not giving me up, thank you for not giving us up. It is truly a great blessing &amp;amp; honour to be your wife, soul mate and best friend in this lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6219765298276375733?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6219765298276375733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6219765298276375733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6219765298276375733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6219765298276375733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-like-this.html' title='A Love like This'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-736441780040043050</id><published>2008-07-24T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:09:30.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lie No More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For if I ever have any doubt whether God really exists, I truly know He does now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is funny how sometimes we human think that we can actually outsmart everyone and everything, yes even God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people lie and cheat, they always think that they have the best lies and if they are careful enough, no one would ever find out about it. But, that is not true at all. No matter how careful you planned or try to hide the evident, somehow, the truth would creep out from the closet and cry for justice. God always has his unique and unthinkable ways to expose all the falsehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, unless one is truly meant to cheat with no remorse, apart from the wariness of getting caught, one would definitely have the mix feelings of guilt, frustration and awkwardness. And all that would slowly give you away as it’s would somehow affect the way you act toward that someone you are lying to or cheating on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even you are really good in acting normal and do not raise any suspicion; however, God still has his way to strip you off and disclose the naked truth. Because when one cheats, you will need to tell a lie, and in order to cover that lie, you might need to tell another lie, and so forth…. And that’s where you would put yourself on the frying pan as the numbers of lies pile up, you would definitely slip-up here and there (unless you write down every single lie you told) and there’s where you are BUSTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is no one can ever get away with any treachery as God would always work his miracle way to expose us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quotes to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can bend it and twist it... You can misuse and abuse it... But even God cannot change the Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lie never lives to be old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_end_of_an_ox_is_beef-and_the_end_of_a_lie_is/158084.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The end of an ox is beef, and the end of a lie is grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_end_of_an_ox_is_beef-and_the_end_of_a_lie_is/158084.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/unless_your_heart-your_soul-and_your_whole_being/13975.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unless your heart, your soul, and your whole being are behind every decision you make, the words from your mouth will be empty, and each action will be meaningless. Truth and confidence are the roots of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-736441780040043050?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/736441780040043050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=736441780040043050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/736441780040043050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/736441780040043050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/lie-no-more.html' title='Lie No More...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7943931379079664331</id><published>2008-07-14T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:49:51.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What's Your Impression of Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Could it be the way I speak? Or the way I walk? Maybe the way I carry myself? Or it's just everything that I've projected to the eyes of the others????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;People's usual first impression of me is 'soft'. Well, feminine &amp;amp; soft I am, but then, it doesn't mean that I don't get my hands dirty. Often when I talk to people, they would be very surprise when they found out that I can cook, YES, I can!!! I've been cooking since I was 12. So you people please stop acting so shock and ask me in a high pitch "You can cook?!?!!?" or say stuff like " What's your best dish? Fried egg?" (so sarcastic, huh!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Besides, there are many also think that I'm well pampered that I do not do any housework. (probably because people often think Keith has over-pampered me). Sigh....I'm not that rich, so if I don't do the housework, who's gonna do it? Me &amp;amp; Keith always share the house chores. I usually do the vacuuming &amp;amp; mopping, while he does the dusting &amp;amp; wiping. I even clean the toilet bowl you know. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I may look soft, feminine, fragile and perhaps childish at times on the outside, but I am an inter-dependant, tough and mature lady inside. I am just being myself and behave like how a lady should behave. In fact, by the way I was brought up, it's a surprise that I didn't turn out to be a tomboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's doesn't mean I'm acting or not being myself, but if you really get to know me well, you will know that I'm not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl type as you think I am. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7943931379079664331?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7943931379079664331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7943931379079664331' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7943931379079664331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7943931379079664331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-your-impression-of-me.html' title='What&apos;s Your Impression of Me???'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1061325926827604356</id><published>2008-07-06T17:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:47.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>International Muay Thai Superfights - 05 July 2008</title><content type='html'>Me &amp;amp; Keith and two close friends of ours went for the International &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muay&lt;/span&gt; Thai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Superfights&lt;/span&gt; show at the Stadium &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melawati&lt;/span&gt; in Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first ever international fight event in Malaysia and I’m so glad that I actually asked Keith to watch this show with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it really worth every cent of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a female match and you really don’t want to mess with them as they are as aggressive as the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last contenders match was between Thai and Scotland and it was the best fight of the night!!! Too bad the referee called off the match during the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; round as the Thai guy was bleeding rather badly. It was such a waste but it was indeed a good fight. But there will be a rematch in this coming December as they are going to hold the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muay&lt;/span&gt; Thai grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Prix&lt;/span&gt; in KL again!!! Really can’t wait for the next event. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the organizer promised ‘PAIN Guaranteed’ and it did. The fights were so intense and we can really feel the pain coming from the punching &amp;amp; kicking between the fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is, we get to see them bleed…….&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know I sound a bit sadist or psycho here but hey…that’s what everyone expect to see when come to this sort of sport, else it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be real anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says no camera allowed at the entrance so at first Keith told me not to take any photo. But then I saw so many people use their phones and cameras snapping pictures openly, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be bothered and also snapping away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to share with you guys who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t go for the event. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCYGYY2QkI/AAAAAAAAAws/EDtJUQGVoAk/s1600-h/superfight08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839203515712066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCYGYY2QkI/AAAAAAAAAws/EDtJUQGVoAk/s320/superfight08.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muaythaisuperfights.com/"&gt;http://www.muaythaisuperfights.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCXCR6gKnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/t-2kU1zVM5w/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219838033546717810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCXCR6gKnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/t-2kU1zVM5w/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW1j9O2iI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MNUvRmVeF3s/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837815051704866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW1j9O2iI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MNUvRmVeF3s/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW13e_2xI/AAAAAAAAAwE/F4EBB16e3HQ/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837820293602066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW13e_2xI/AAAAAAAAAwE/F4EBB16e3HQ/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We snapped pics of Joe &amp;amp; Jen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW1-TLI1I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Svt_aISobGI/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837822123058002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW1-TLI1I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Svt_aISobGI/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW16OlC1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/44tilRJx0OI/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837821030042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW16OlC1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/44tilRJx0OI/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to enter the stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW2LS68HI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KVYi6z_74kw/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837825611657330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCW2LS68HI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KVYi6z_74kw/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWXnKfbOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lPWlArO3Ktk/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837300516547810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWXnKfbOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lPWlArO3Ktk/s400/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWXpOETgI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zCE6j86KB5I/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837301068418562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWXpOETgI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zCE6j86KB5I/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stamp on Keith's arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWXyUe_nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f5W_0TiTv3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837303511252594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWXyUe_nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f5W_0TiTv3Q/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stamp on my arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWX5XDK6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/oOmKclf4ZDc/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837305401060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWX5XDK6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/oOmKclf4ZDc/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWYPfje5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FKN7mggr108/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837311342312338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCWYPfje5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FKN7mggr108/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV4vuiPAI/AAAAAAAAAus/MUjWCVy2kVY/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219836770239265794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV4vuiPAI/AAAAAAAAAus/MUjWCVy2kVY/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV4kknrHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/SGDEzj7iFls/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219836767244889202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV4kknrHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/SGDEzj7iFls/s400/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV4zmz_SI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mDZ4Os8ff_c/s1600-h/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219836771280616738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV4zmz_SI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mDZ4Os8ff_c/s400/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV403FCwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BFSRXUt3kWo/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219836771617278722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV403FCwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BFSRXUt3kWo/s400/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV5JAWrvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fJjU04lZlu8/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219836777024892658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCV5JAWrvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fJjU04lZlu8/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The female match was nice as they were very aggressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8GQM7GI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fQgCNAr6h8w/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835728314035298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8GQM7GI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fQgCNAr6h8w/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8OSf5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/7psNLEwtuWw/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835730471150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8OSf5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/7psNLEwtuWw/s400/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Thai Champion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8Bv12PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/6XUjfRTqWME/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835727104563442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8Bv12PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/6XUjfRTqWME/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8dVxpPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7y_z-cfqw1E/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835734511428850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8dVxpPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7y_z-cfqw1E/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8RhaVHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jNl27DN_Eqk/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835731339007090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCU8RhaVHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jNl27DN_Eqk/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some 'fleshy' show during the break.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUGyZl32I/AAAAAAAAAtc/c460K3k9qeU/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834812451643234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUGyZl32I/AAAAAAAAAtc/c460K3k9qeU/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUG7OMirI/AAAAAAAAAtk/JW7mgwFv9bg/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834814819764914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUG7OMirI/AAAAAAAAAtk/JW7mgwFv9bg/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUG7DzX1I/AAAAAAAAAts/8Dq1xIGcfIo/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834814776172370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUG7DzX1I/AAAAAAAAAts/8Dq1xIGcfIo/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUHKI5ORI/AAAAAAAAAt0/e9felH76TkU/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834818824059154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUHKI5ORI/AAAAAAAAAt0/e9felH76TkU/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUHIlFRhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LwQy2B4NTUg/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834818405418514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCUHIlFRhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LwQy2B4NTUg/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTbQOR0MI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pveDlBE1StI/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834064543011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTbQOR0MI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pveDlBE1StI/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTbrFlGQI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xm5zQFlxMgA/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834071754283266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTbrFlGQI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xm5zQFlxMgA/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTbkaBIUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5qtzxpHmaJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834069960958274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTbkaBIUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5qtzxpHmaJ4/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTb6xSLnI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZTCD46we1jM/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834075964124786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTb6xSLnI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZTCD46we1jM/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTb5pA9GI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ZXS6QySbzw4/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219834075661005922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCTb5pA9GI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ZXS6QySbzw4/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1Nz23YI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gNPBITU-XLg/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219833411060292994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1Nz23YI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gNPBITU-XLg/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1PCLDLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Wh3F3EYEeBo/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219833411388771506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1PCLDLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Wh3F3EYEeBo/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1CKAEkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/R9zI9ULfN3A/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219833407931945538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1CKAEkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/R9zI9ULfN3A/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1WGApzI/AAAAAAAAAsk/EdZBIQlgr1U/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219833413283915570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1WGApzI/AAAAAAAAAsk/EdZBIQlgr1U/s400/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blood splatters...COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1bLhmrI/AAAAAAAAAss/Dp9yucxRjoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219833414649223858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCS1bLhmrI/AAAAAAAAAss/Dp9yucxRjoQ/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The aftermath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1061325926827604356?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1061325926827604356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1061325926827604356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1061325926827604356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1061325926827604356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='International Muay Thai Superfights - 05 July 2008'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SHCYGYY2QkI/AAAAAAAAAws/EDtJUQGVoAk/s72-c/superfight08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4585559039830788663</id><published>2008-07-06T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:02:15.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>It's been so long....</title><content type='html'>Wah.... just realise I've not update my blog for more than a month already...... tsk tsk tsk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have nothing interesting to blog about but I've been really busy and also lazy (this is actually the main reason :P) but guess I have to pick up the pace again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Gambatte Lizzie!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4585559039830788663?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4585559039830788663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4585559039830788663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4585559039830788663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4585559039830788663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7705606937022500703</id><published>2008-06-21T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:50:48.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Busy....Lazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I've been very lazy again to update my blog lately . But at the same time it is because I'm also very busy with work and many things in my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; and there were up &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;, joy &amp;amp; tears, some are rather dramatic, but I just feel so lazy to write them down. After much thoughts, I decided not to write anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I really don't want to try to recall all the past incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to reserve my brain juice for other stuff and not to think back what already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened I can't change, so just have to get going and move on with my life.....&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7705606937022500703?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7705606937022500703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7705606937022500703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7705606937022500703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7705606937022500703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/06/busylazy.html' title='Busy....Lazy...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1708395966613086863</id><published>2008-05-29T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:24:02.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Just a funny thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;…something really puzzled me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when a group of guys (be it single or married) gather together over a drink or dinner, they can openly share their sexual adventure at those night club without feeling any shame or fear of words might travel back to their girl friends or wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a norm for guys to share and talks about it so much so it is often sounded like some great achievement or something to be proud of. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t guys feel shy about sharing their secret rendezvous like this??? Some even encourage their friends to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder is there any female would gather and talk about their sexual adventure at all (just assume they do visit those night clubs and look for gigolos).  The problem is, no matter how human beings have evolved, our perceptions never change on certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is, well I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t say accepted but it is common to find guys who look for prostitutes and share about their experience with their peers, however, such behaviour are considered unaccepted and taboo for ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, what if one day over a tea session or girls night out with my friends, just for the fun of it I suddenly say:”That day I hired a gigolo, his service was... blah blah blah...” I wonder how my friends will react. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey….I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never done any sort of that, just think it’s fun to see my friends’ reaction if I simply make up some story….&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kakakaka&lt;/span&gt;….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1708395966613086863?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1708395966613086863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1708395966613086863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1708395966613086863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1708395966613086863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-funny-thought.html' title='Just a funny thought...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8231671298732629542</id><published>2008-05-19T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:47.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Good Bye, Jennifer...Have a peaceful journey</title><content type='html'>Got a bad news this morning that one of my hubby's close friend passed away on Sunday morning. It was a great shock to everyone coz it happened so sudden. I wasn't close to her but some years back we used to went out in a group for tea or short trip once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a sad thing as she was still so young (abt 30 yrs old) and the unborn child (it was a baby girl) were supposed to due in 2 weeks time. I won't go into details but it is truly a tragedy but then perhaps it was meant to be. I do not want to ask God why things turned out this way and I believe all things happened for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our life is so short and no one can ever predict how long one gonna lives. It could be 5 years, 10 years, 20 years, 40 years or 80 years. We could die of sickness, accident or natural death. But all that are not important as it is beyond our control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is fragile, hence, we should live like there is no tomorrow. Live life to its fullest, to loved and be loved, appreciate and cherish the things and people around us and to enjoy our life and do things that makes us happy so that we will have no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, we only live once in this life time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart goes out to her husband, her parents and all her love ones. I pray that God would give them strength to be strong for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jennifer, you will always be loved &amp;amp; remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202090795743042178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SDGKBFGX2oI/AAAAAAAAArk/fqcb8socMG4/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8231671298732629542?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8231671298732629542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8231671298732629542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8231671298732629542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8231671298732629542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-jenniferhave-peaceful-journey.html' title='Good Bye, Jennifer...Have a peaceful journey'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SDGKBFGX2oI/AAAAAAAAArk/fqcb8socMG4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-5073148160817089413</id><published>2008-05-13T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:02:29.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Boring!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life has been quite boring lately. I've been doing more or less the same things day after day, week after week, month after month..sigh....no excitement at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this is life. It happens to everyone irregardless of race, religion, age &amp;amp; gender.  There are ups &amp;amp; downs, sometimes it can be so exciting and as colourful as the rainbow, but sometimes it can be as dull as a dead fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I am very happy and complacent with my life and everything I have..just that sometimes I do feel my life a bit bored and dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make my live more exciting? Do more travelling? Try out bungee jumping, sky diving? hmmmm..I think should try out all these if I have the chance one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-5073148160817089413?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5073148160817089413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=5073148160817089413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5073148160817089413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/5073148160817089413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/boring.html' title='Boring!!!!'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8176022844777511754</id><published>2008-05-04T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:49.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What the ......?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I received a lot of forwarded mails, chain mails, jokes and etc. as usual today but there was one particular mail with some pictures that really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first find it kind of cute &amp;amp; innocently sweet when I saw the first picture, but as I continued to scroll down and saw the rest of the pictures, I scream in horror and was really upset. The first thought in my mind was, 'What our society and next generation has become?!?' Surely this two adorable kids which I guess aged about 5-6 years old saw all the actions somewhere and then they mimic the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to see this sort of things happened to children at such young innocent age. For all the parents out there, imagine if you see your son/daughter doing this. How would you feel? I mean, seriously, this sort of thing if happen to teenager I'm not surprise at all, but not at such tender age. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SC83T0PI/AAAAAAAAArM/Hx5_WVnpQh0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196540493195104498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SC83T0PI/AAAAAAAAArM/Hx5_WVnpQh0/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SC83T0QI/AAAAAAAAArU/l5GBKEStNHY/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196540493195104514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SC83T0QI/AAAAAAAAArU/l5GBKEStNHY/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SDM3T0RI/AAAAAAAAArc/BYwriZiookU/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196540497490071826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SDM3T0RI/AAAAAAAAArc/BYwriZiookU/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RQc3T0KI/AAAAAAAAAqk/RdPPV2oAAvE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539625611710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RQc3T0KI/AAAAAAAAAqk/RdPPV2oAAvE/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can clearly see that the little boy is putting his hand in the girl's pants. GOSH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RQs3T0LI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jrLn8CVr9iE/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539629906677938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RQs3T0LI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jrLn8CVr9iE/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his hand again inside her pants grabbing her butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RQ83T0MI/AAAAAAAAAq0/TWUL0XNoOrA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539634201645250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RQ83T0MI/AAAAAAAAAq0/TWUL0XNoOrA/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RRc3T0NI/AAAAAAAAAq8/plm49MsWMr8/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539642791579858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RRc3T0NI/AAAAAAAAAq8/plm49MsWMr8/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RRs3T0OI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZAoOaSSIj70/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539647086547170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3RRs3T0OI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZAoOaSSIj70/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QW83T0FI/AAAAAAAAAp8/BLa3kpfBcJg/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538637769232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QW83T0FI/AAAAAAAAAp8/BLa3kpfBcJg/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QXM3T0GI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ukNlTR2wV6I/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538642064199778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QXM3T0GI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ukNlTR2wV6I/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he showing her his birdy??? I seriously don't dare to even imagine.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QXc3T0HI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BWDGXhmU-jU/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538646359167090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QXc3T0HI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BWDGXhmU-jU/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QYM3T0II/AAAAAAAAAqU/wHsNsF-pOe0/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538659244068994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QYM3T0II/AAAAAAAAAqU/wHsNsF-pOe0/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QYM3T0JI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0GSsW3nNhYM/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538659244069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3QYM3T0JI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0GSsW3nNhYM/s400/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really sad and sick...... I really don't know how to react to it. If I'm the parent of these kids, I think I'll get heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8176022844777511754?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8176022844777511754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8176022844777511754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8176022844777511754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8176022844777511754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='What the ......?!?!?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/SB3SC83T0PI/AAAAAAAAArM/Hx5_WVnpQh0/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7574896185169407857</id><published>2008-05-01T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:50:01.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Online Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>My f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt; recently referred me to an online clothing portal called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YourLittleWardrobe&lt;/span&gt;.com. My!!! They have so many nice clothes and the prices were way much lower than many online sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, me &amp;amp; my friend both went crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;..... Imagine a dress only cost average RM30-35, which if you go to Flea Market in those shopping mall for same kind of design, could probably cost RM49.90 - RM 69.90. Hence, there were no reason not to buy online from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YourLittleWardrobe&lt;/span&gt;.com as I was already planning to shop for more dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for the damage (RM400++, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;) and now 'Impatiently' waiting for the parcel to come. Since those are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-order items, we will need to wait for 1 month. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cheap &amp;amp; nice dresses, there are many boutiques in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Berjaya&lt;/span&gt; Time Square (3rd floor onwards) selling at even more competitive price. Most shops priced their goods from RM10 - RM 25 per piece. I got myself 3 pretty dresses at RM25 each last week. The similar dresses are selling between RM49.90-69.90 at other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are hunting for good bargains, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BTS&lt;/span&gt; is the right place for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Shopping!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7574896185169407857?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7574896185169407857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7574896185169407857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7574896185169407857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7574896185169407857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-shopping-spree.html' title='Online Shopping Spree'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-98454611165417366</id><published>2008-04-19T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:44:16.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>Plastic Beauty…A Turn Off?</title><content type='html'>What are the general perceptions of people toward Cosmetic/Plastic surgery these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say its fake, pretentious, artificial, unnatural, lies, deceitful, phony, etc. Say or call it whatever you like, but the blatant truth is, no one cares, especially for guys (well, at least for the majority), they certainly don’t mind if they find out a hot chic, be it an acquaintance or his own girlfriend ever went under the knife and artificially altered herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a testimony (in a local magazine) sent in by a guy about his experience on One-Night-Stand with a girl that he picked up from a bar. He said when he saw the girl undressed and he realized her boobs were fake, he was rather turn off at first, but then he decided to carry on and “My!”, he said, “the fake boobs were nice to hold and behold” (I almost died laughing then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; we are living in a world where looks come first. Good looks, pretty features, hot &amp;amp; sexy figure, popular, all that are the most superficial thing people see in us and it is nice to have or to be seen with something pleasing to the eyes and senses. Of course, true beauty is more than meets the eyes; however, the first impression is always determined by how a person looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure many of you noticed in the online network like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, those pretty girls tend to have so many friends, and do you think those girls really know most of the so called ‘friends’ they added?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people like to be around someone who is good looking, handsome, pretty, beautiful, hot, sexy, popular and rich. I don’t really know what driven us to behave that way but I guess it has something to do with our ego &amp;amp; the materialism in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, if I know Rudy &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hitz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fm&lt;/span&gt; per say, I’m sure a lot of people would want to get close to me in order to get me to ask for free passes for this and that. Or, if I’m as pretty &amp;amp; hot as Jessica Alba, I’m sure I’ll have lots of guys queuing at the front of my house. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty sure most people who are into blogging know who Dawn Yang is (you can visit her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.dawnyang.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.dawnyang.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Her beauty and her fast success in the blogging world and entertainment industry have earned her a wide base of fans as well as rivals. Her old pictures during high school were exposed and comparison of her then &amp;amp; now pictures were made and it was clear to the world that (unless you are blind or living in a world of denial), she did went under the knife and did something to her entire face. It's neither confirmed nor denied but it is really obvious that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m not here to condemn her about what she did to herself. My point is, clearly everyone can tell that she did go for plastic surgery, but then, who cares? She is making money and getting recognition from the media for who she is and how she looks right now. No one cares if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t as hot (she was not ugly then, but just a slightly above average sweet looking girl), all that matter, She is Hot &amp;amp; Desirable now. There’s even a group call ‘In Love with Dawn’ in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who ever condemned her and tried to defame her, to me, it was all an act of sour grapes. Come on, be true to yourself for once, if you have the money (and the guts), don’t tell me you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to go under the knife and make yourself more beautiful, unless you are really happy with the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Surgery is no longer a taboo these days, many celebrities did it and so are common people like us. Who knows, perhaps one day I might want to go for breasts enlargement, or make my eyes bigger, or my nose taller &amp;amp; sharper. And if I do, I’ll admit it openly and be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty happy with how I look right now (though not entirely), and I do not have the money. So, until I’m ready financially &amp;amp; mentally or until I can’t stand the way I look, I’ll just live with the way I am, for now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ktown213.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=9108&amp;amp;sid=6963de0fc1e2ee4cfe37270fb8a384b1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.ktown213.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=9108&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sid&lt;/span&gt;=6963&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fc&lt;/span&gt;1e2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cfe&lt;/span&gt;37270&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt;8a384b1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-98454611165417366?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/98454611165417366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=98454611165417366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/98454611165417366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/98454611165417366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/04/plastic-beautya-turn-off.html' title='Plastic Beauty…A Turn Off?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-4609079913298922017</id><published>2008-04-17T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:05:14.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Material Girl</title><content type='html'>A lady friend of mine, J, was mentioning about a conversion she had with a guy some time back. The guy commented that girls these days are so much more materialistic compare to last time. J then asked the guy why would he make such a comment and his replied were that girls these days love to buy expensive &amp;amp; branded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basically three groups of people here, the first group only buy genuine branded stuff, the second group would like to buy branded stuff but can’t afford the real one, hence they opt for the ‘imitation’ branded stuff (mind you an imitation LV bag can actually cost up to RM1K, where else the original might cost between RM2-3K), and the third group couldn’t care less or can’t even afford the imitation one, thus they would buy things with no special branding and cost way much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are girls these days more materialistic in general? Well, I would say the answer is yes and no. Just because girls these days tend to spend more money on branded stuff, do not make them materialistic. Let me share what I considered is materialistic and what’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are all out to get a rich boyfriends or sugar daddy (these are the gold digger) and demand the guys to buy them branded stuff, or even when their boyfriends are not rich but the girls still demand the guys to buy them branded stuff, meaning, the girls themselves either can’t afford it or do not want to use their own money but ask other people to buy for them, those are materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for a girl, if she is earning well and all she wants is at the end of the day pamper herself with some branded &amp;amp; expensive merchandise with her hard earn money, that is not materialistic. I mean if you are capable of earning the money, you have every rights to spend it anyway you want, so if you feel that using branded stuff makes you feel good, by all means go ahead, coz no one has the rights to comment or condemn that you are materialistic for using your own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But personally, I’m the kind of person which I rather use RM1000 to buy maybe 5 different handbags than to spend RM1500 on only 1 bag. I’m not really a brand conscious person, for me a GUESS handbag is exclusive enough. I don’t need to use LV, GUCCI or BURBERRY for the sake of having a branded handbag, coz after all the difference between GUESS and LV, etc is the ‘Brand’. Quality wise, I think GUESS is very good and please bear in mind a GUESS handbag that cost up to RM200-400 is also consider expensive. For those who only shop from Pasar Malam, the same amount of money that I pay for 1 GUESS handbag could probably get them 10 handbags from Pasar Malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I do buy imitation goods. I've bought 3 imitation GUESS handbags from a Thai Fair and its cost me less RM 100 in total and they look just as nice as the original. Only thing is the quality of the zip are lousy but then again I’ll have excuse to buy new one when its spoil. So in other way, I don’t have to get stuck with the same design for so long. I’ll always have the liberty to buy more without feeling guilty because of the price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-4609079913298922017?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4609079913298922017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=4609079913298922017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4609079913298922017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/4609079913298922017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/04/material-girl.html' title='Material Girl'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6983039031855574922</id><published>2008-04-10T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:58:51.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>I Need Some Sleep</title><content type='html'>Sigh....after months of sleeping problem, my body finally broke down yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to office for half a day meeting yesterday and after lunch I came home to rest. I was having very bad headache &amp;amp; feeling extremely dizzy as my body and mind have reached the exhaustion limit. I tried to sleep when I get home but the throbbing headache was killing me and I didn't really get to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to rest much due to the headache and my usual sleeping problem and I feeling more lethargic than ever this morning. I called in for MC and went to see doctor about 10:00am follow by a quick breakfast and medication (my doctor prescribed me some medication to relax and calm my brain &amp;amp; nerves). Went home about 11:30am and slept thru the entire day till about 5:00pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith has been having fever since Tuesday and today he too took MC. So, you can imagine, a sick couple staying in the house and the less sick one (that would be me) have to take care of the other more serious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling sick is a very miserable thing. I hope both of us will get well soon, especially Keith as he is very prone to fever and it worries me. According to our doctor, Keith is having a very bad viral fever. Both my parents-in-law are also having fever since Monday and I hope the virus won't spread to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my company is in the stage of finalising the integration and staff transfer, it would be very busy for me these following few weeks, thus I can't afford to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the medication is effective enough to solve my sleeping problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6983039031855574922?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6983039031855574922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6983039031855574922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6983039031855574922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6983039031855574922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-some-sleep.html' title='I Need Some Sleep'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-7662584950051228469</id><published>2008-04-07T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:49.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>Majestic...if only I have a nicer cam</title><content type='html'>The following pics were captured on Saturday evening after the heavy and stormy rain. All 4 pics are more or less the same as it was captured while I was in the (moving) car just tried to take the view from different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked so majestic with the reflection and the ray of light. It looked almost like the gate of Heaven was opened. I told Keith probably that's the light for the death to cross-over to heaven. But then we saw it, so what was that supposed to mean?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I was just simply babbling non sense but I have to tell you if you would have seen the actual view, you would be so captivated by it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it was simply out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics would be so much nicer if I use a nicer camera and capture it from a better angle instead of in a moving car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ormmEbGHI/AAAAAAAAApU/MSQNdl63ZMs/s1600-h/06042008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186505862924671090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ormmEbGHI/AAAAAAAAApU/MSQNdl63ZMs/s400/06042008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ornGEbGJI/AAAAAAAAApk/ebfLHXv6U7c/s1600-h/06042008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186505871514605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ornGEbGJI/AAAAAAAAApk/ebfLHXv6U7c/s400/06042008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ornWEbGKI/AAAAAAAAAps/gVHEon3jvT8/s1600-h/06042008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186505875809573026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ornWEbGKI/AAAAAAAAAps/gVHEon3jvT8/s400/06042008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ornmEbGLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FTTPBer1_nw/s1600-h/06042008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186505880104540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ornmEbGLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FTTPBer1_nw/s400/06042008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-7662584950051228469?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7662584950051228469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=7662584950051228469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7662584950051228469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/7662584950051228469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/04/majesticif-only-i-have-nicer-cam.html' title='Majestic...if only I have a nicer cam'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R_ormmEbGHI/AAAAAAAAApU/MSQNdl63ZMs/s72-c/06042008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1136294535927109454</id><published>2008-04-02T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:42:49.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Still remember when I first heard about the acquisition of my company by another organisation, it was just one month after I went back to work after my post-surgery long rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clueless what lies ahead of me, whether I'll be retain or lay-off when the new management took over. There were a lot of speculations, rumours, worries and uncertainty among the staffs. Well, we finally got the answer yesterday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am grateful that my bosses recommended me to the new management and they have decided to retain me, but then I'm being assigned to an entirely different role as what I'm doing now. Personally, I don't really have any issue with the new job functions, however, I do have some issue with some individuals that I'll have to work closely with. It's really complicated and it is sensitive, thus I will not illustrate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is still no clear job descriptions for the new role that I'm being put into thus I can't comment much whether I'll accept the new offer or I'll like my new role. Guess will have to wait till next week for me to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are moving really fast and all of us (almost all of us :( ) are required to move over to the new office as of early next month. Hmmm..... in one hand I'm excited over this whole thing but at the same time, kind of worry coz we are moving to a new company with new  environment, new colleagues, new culture, new practices and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never afraid of change and I'm always willing to take up new challenge. I do believe changes, whether it is about our daily lives, work place, relationship, friendship and etc, good or bad, is always a positive thing coz it is thru the process of 'change', we fall, we learn, we challenge and we grow. It maybe painful along the way but if we could persevere and make it till the end, it will makes us stronger, wiser and we will also learn to appreciate what we have and be proud of what we've achieved when we look back the journey we've made thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel really sorry for a few colleagues of mine whom the new management has decided to laid-off. But then, when one door closes, another opens. I believe this is some blessing in disguise by God that He, has a greater &amp;amp; better plans for them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Thoughtful Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.~Arthur Christopher Benson~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.~Arnold Bennett~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.  ~Victor Frankl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1136294535927109454?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1136294535927109454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1136294535927109454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1136294535927109454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1136294535927109454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-1321273115804445672</id><published>2008-03-27T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:57:56.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>No Mood</title><content type='html'>Sigh.....many things happened recently. Mostly sad things. That's why I have not update my blog for so many days. No mood to write about anything at the moment even though I do have some stuffs I wanted to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... guess I'll wait till I stabilise my emotion and clear my mind from all the things that troubling me. Hope everything will be back to normal soon. After all, it is not yet the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still hope, faith, love, trust &amp;amp; beliefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-1321273115804445672?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1321273115804445672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=1321273115804445672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1321273115804445672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/1321273115804445672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-mood.html' title='No Mood'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2452164739536037792</id><published>2008-03-17T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:49.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Good Girl Gone Wild...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time changed, things changed, people changed, perceptions changed. We are living in a world with constant changes every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People around me have changed, things around me have changed, and yes, I've changed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer the girl who was once so green, fragile, timid and with low self esteem. Having gone through so many things in life all these years, I have certainly become wiser, tougher and more polished in every part of my lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things which I used to despised in the past but I've began to view it from a different perspectives and learnt to accept it now. I used to say things like, 'I'll never do this or that' in the past but a recent incident made me realised that I am no 'Saint'. I am just a normal human being and I have my weakness too and I sort of under estimated my capability in committing any 'crime'. So, a lesson learnt, NEVER SAYS NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to have some really wild thoughts these days. Oh no, I have all the wild thoughts all along but lately I've decided to take a step further to really materialise some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the sudden change in me. Hmmm..maybe because like it or not, I am getting older and i think probably I've reach the stage where I feel secure and confident enough to try out certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is the prime of my life and I shall not let it pass just like that without fulfilling some of the wildest dreams I have before my time is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the wild thoughts I have in mind? Well, I'll leave it to your imagination. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179043732810225394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R9-o1dJd1vI/AAAAAAAAApE/AJbEHfYeE4I/s400/woman-in-a-thong-holding-an-ace-and-hand-of-cards-behind-her-~-c0038030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2452164739536037792?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2452164739536037792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2452164739536037792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2452164739536037792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2452164739536037792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-girl-gone-wild.html' title='Good Girl Gone Wild...'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R9-o1dJd1vI/AAAAAAAAApE/AJbEHfYeE4I/s72-c/woman-in-a-thong-holding-an-ace-and-hand-of-cards-behind-her-~-c0038030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-6383182561440928383</id><published>2008-03-10T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:36:24.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>"In love with" and "love" - What is the difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I was talking to someone, B, who is in a love triangle relationship the other day. He made a very interesting statement. He said: “She is in love with him and she loves me”.&lt;br /&gt;So, does that mean the girl loves both guys at the same time? Well, at least that’s what I comprehended. No. Hmmm…I was utterly confused. Is there a difference? B was trying to explain to me but I couldn’t quite get it at that time. I was told to gnaw on the sentence to figure it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some profound analysis about what B has told me, I finally figure out the difference between ‘in love with someone’ and ‘loving someone’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love someone or something is lucid, rational, sensible, realistic, judicious and always based on reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our parents, siblings, relatives, friends, pets, belongings, all because they are related to us or belong to us. We love them by default due to the relations we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love someone because we love the way he/she treats us, the sense of security &amp;amp; responsibility, sympathy, the basic provisions, familiarity, fear of not having another chance of love and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a classic example of love out of sympathy. One of my uncles met his current wife many years ago at his work place. She was a single mother with 3 children. My uncle sympathised her and decided to marry her so that he could take care of her as well as her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend confide to me that she chose to married her husband because she knows he loves her more than she loves him and he is willing to give in to her the way no other guys would. But I forgot to ask her whether she is in love with her husband in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what differ ‘in love with someone’ from ‘loving someone’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love with someone or something, there is no reason and everything becomes irrational. You feel the excitement when that someone calls, the obsession of seeing or talking to that person, the desire to possess that person, the fascination, the passion, the longing, jealousy and the unexplainable happiness, where a mere thought of him/her would put a smile on you. It makes your eyes sparkles; your skin glow, you become gentler in speech and behaviour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you are in love with someone, everything will become irrational? That’s because even if you know that person can’t provide you much or don’t love you the same way, you go ahead and love him/her anyway, or you know that person is a criminal but you still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you in love with your other half or you loving your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about myself, you ask, well, I have to say that I am in love with my other half and I also love him. Like it or not, love is conditional and I’m a very practical and logical person. I told my hubby before, if he would have been a factory blue collar worker or some mechanic, I wouldn’t have chose to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m too straightforward and it might seems cruel for me to say that to my other half or this even makes me sound materialistic or whatsoever, but that is the fact and I’m just being true to myself and the one I chose to spend my life with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;So, are you loving someone and in love with someone else at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-6383182561440928383?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6383182561440928383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=6383182561440928383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6383182561440928383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/6383182561440928383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-lovve-with-and-love-what-is.html' title='&quot;In love with&quot; and &quot;love&quot; - What is the difference?'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-2173673780365592715</id><published>2008-03-05T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:50.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><title type='text'>Things that I bought during my Kota Kinabalu trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Seriously there weren't much things to buy in KK coz generally stuffs there are more expensive compare to KL. As for handy-crafts, whatever I saw in KK can also be found in KL itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Nevertheless, I'd bought 4 things for myself as a remembrance though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qSIZ9wnI/AAAAAAAAAok/hQVj-xX7d7I/s1600-h/DSCN6313.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174260250366034546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qSIZ9wnI/AAAAAAAAAok/hQVj-xX7d7I/s400/DSCN6313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; This is a Red-Indian Man key-chain. It's so cute and I just couldn't resist it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qSoZ9woI/AAAAAAAAAos/aDtM0PPxCFM/s1600-h/DSCN6314.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174260258955969154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qSoZ9woI/AAAAAAAAAos/aDtM0PPxCFM/s400/DSCN6314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; These are the 'Speak No Evil', 'See No Evil' &amp;amp; 'Hear No Evil' wood crafting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qTIZ9wpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wzUXOIbWlB8/s1600-h/DSCN6316.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174260267545903762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qTIZ9wpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wzUXOIbWlB8/s400/DSCN6316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's hard to find a simply, plain &amp;amp; nice sun dress in KL, hence, even though this cost me RM109.00, I was willing to pay for it. It's really lovely. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qTYZ9wqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rbR43PDuCbk/s1600-h/DSCN6315.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174260271840871074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qTYZ9wqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rbR43PDuCbk/s400/DSCN6315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; This little green dress might look simple, but the reaction from Keith when I got out from the fitting room was really sweet. It was exactly like the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Keith:   Hooohhhhhh.... buy, buy, buy, no need to think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Liz:       Hah? Buy ah? you like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Keith:   You look very hot &amp;amp; sexy in this! you better take it out now and go pay for it before my nose  starts to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Liz:        Hahahahahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well, it is surely nice to know that after more than 5 yrs together, my hubby still find me attractive &amp;amp; irresistible. ;) It certainly helps to boost my self esteem. Woo hooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-2173673780365592715?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2173673780365592715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=2173673780365592715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2173673780365592715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/2173673780365592715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-i-bought-during-my-kota.html' title='Things that I bought during my Kota Kinabalu trip'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R86qSIZ9wnI/AAAAAAAAAok/hQVj-xX7d7I/s72-c/DSCN6313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-8885460694684490228</id><published>2008-03-04T10:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:57.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>My Kota Kinabalu Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow, I've not update my blog for almost 1 week already. Actually been kind of busy and I just came back from a short holiday with my darling to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. So, in another word I've also fulfilled another dream of mine, I mean to go back to the place I was born and also the place where I'd spent the first 3-4 years of my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were staying in this Magellan Sutera Harbour Resort near the city area, thus everything was very convenient for us as the hotel also provide free shuttle to the city area every hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Following are some shots we took during our trip there. We went to Kinabalu Park for jungle trekking, Canopy Walk (Suspension bridge) and also the Poring Hot Spring. All in all it was really fun but it was equally tiring as well. Nevertheless, it was a really nice experience as I have never gone for any jungle trekking before this. Initially, my main concern was my left leg as I had the tendon injury before, though it has recovered and the functionality is 90%, but due to the old injury, it is more vulnerable &amp;amp; prone to injury if I'm not careful. But, thank God, with my determination and faith, I've managed to made it through like the others and I didn't caused any delay to others. So, I'm rather proud of myself, only that now my legs are really aching. But it was worthy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrMYAMyFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SGKdk4TCbV8/s1600-h/DSCN6123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173768669776103506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrMYAMyFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SGKdk4TCbV8/s400/DSCN6123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the view look out from our hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrM4AMyGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/feA2GoQJH_c/s1600-h/DSCN6124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173768678366038114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrM4AMyGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/feA2GoQJH_c/s400/DSCN6124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance of Mandara Spa @ Magellan Sutera Harbour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrNIAMyHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1Sej7SPzz-k/s1600-h/DSCN6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173768682661005426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrNIAMyHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1Sej7SPzz-k/s400/DSCN6126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another sea view looking out from Al Fresco Restaurant @ Magellan Sutera Harbour, where we had our lunch on the first day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrNoAMyII/AAAAAAAAAoU/8qcO4tNavbE/s1600-h/DSCN6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173768691250940034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrNoAMyII/AAAAAAAAAoU/8qcO4tNavbE/s400/DSCN6127.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bar area at Al Fresco Restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrOIAMyJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0k-JavF338o/s1600-h/DSCN6128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173768699840874642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrOIAMyJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0k-JavF338o/s400/DSCN6128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tid-Bits served at Al Fresco Restaurant (Nice!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zp_oAMyAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4oyLNkEkvjI/s1600-h/DSCN6135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173767351221143554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zp_oAMyAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4oyLNkEkvjI/s400/DSCN6135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A shot at Port View Restaurant a.k.a. CUT-THROAT-BLOOD-SUCKING-SLAUGHTER in KK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't ever go there to eat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqAoAMyBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8QpwaeXcGN4/s1600-h/DSCN6140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173767368401012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqAoAMyBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8QpwaeXcGN4/s400/DSCN6140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqA4AMyCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/7-R-vTXtcwg/s1600-h/DSCN6141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173767372695980066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqA4AMyCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/7-R-vTXtcwg/s400/DSCN6141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqBYAMyDI/AAAAAAAAAns/eZEB7zLt_oE/s1600-h/DSCN6143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173767381285914674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqBYAMyDI/AAAAAAAAAns/eZEB7zLt_oE/s400/DSCN6143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqB4AMyEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wXZXnaEFfek/s1600-h/DSCN6152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173767389875849282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zqB4AMyEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wXZXnaEFfek/s400/DSCN6152.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shot in front of our hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zomYAMx7I/AAAAAAAAAms/CUduDkxnYNw/s1600-h/DSCN6198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765817917818802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zomYAMx7I/AAAAAAAAAms/CUduDkxnYNw/s400/DSCN6198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evening shot at Sutera Harbour Marina Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zom4AMx8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/wFyVYTWX380/s1600-h/DSCN6200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765826507753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zom4AMx8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/wFyVYTWX380/s400/DSCN6200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith taking his cycling break (Yes, we rented 2 bicycles and cycled around the Marina Bay, it was so nice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zonoAMx9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/BGk0f6smk9Y/s1600-h/DSCN6209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765839392655314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zonoAMx9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/BGk0f6smk9Y/s400/DSCN6209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the start of our Kinabalu Park &amp;amp; Poring Hot Spring trip (You can see Mt. Kinabalu in the background)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zon4AMx-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/rk1TrxtTLBg/s1600-h/DSCN6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765843687622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zon4AMx-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/rk1TrxtTLBg/s400/DSCN6211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice clear view of Mt. Kinabalu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zoooAMx_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/CH48UIhngJ4/s1600-h/DSCN6212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765856572524530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zoooAMx_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/CH48UIhngJ4/s400/DSCN6212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a small suspension bridge on the way to Kinabalu Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHYoAMx2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/M2fA-lCu980/s1600-h/DSCN6214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173729297810900834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHYoAMx2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/M2fA-lCu980/s400/DSCN6214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another nice angle of Mt. Kinabalu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHZoAMx3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Wn_7_3x5faE/s1600-h/DSCN6217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173729314990770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHZoAMx3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Wn_7_3x5faE/s400/DSCN6217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an 'Emergency' toilet at the road side, but Keith said it is not in a usable condition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHaIAMx4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/aUUNtVLG8wI/s1600-h/DSCN6218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173729323580704642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHaIAMx4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/aUUNtVLG8wI/s400/DSCN6218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another close-up of Mt. Kinabalu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHaYAMx5I/AAAAAAAAAmc/yaYwFlK5VVc/s1600-h/DSCN6221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173729327875671954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHaYAMx5I/AAAAAAAAAmc/yaYwFlK5VVc/s400/DSCN6221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more close-up from different angle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHbIAMx6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/E-LMvV0sKYQ/s1600-h/DSCN6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173729340760573858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zHbIAMx6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/E-LMvV0sKYQ/s400/DSCN6223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop by at one of the Handy-craft shops in one of the village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEs4AMxtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9eyaFdDZxws/s1600-h/DSCN6224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173726347168368338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEs4AMxtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9eyaFdDZxws/s400/DSCN6224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The entrance of the Kinabalu Park &amp;amp; Poring Hot Spring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEt4AMxuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Dzr09dStDdA/s1600-h/DSCN6226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173726364348237538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEt4AMxuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Dzr09dStDdA/s400/DSCN6226.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The start of our jungle trekking. Gambatte!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEuYAMxvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J2r4hJYPtww/s1600-h/DSCN6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173726372938172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEuYAMxvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J2r4hJYPtww/s400/DSCN6227.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Struggling~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEu4AMxwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dOBXAdlNoIk/s1600-h/DSCN6229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173726381528106754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEu4AMxwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dOBXAdlNoIk/s400/DSCN6229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group Photo: Keith &amp;amp; I, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Lada from Germany, another couple from M'sia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEvYAMxxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1cRHWmfrCtE/s1600-h/DSCN6230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173726390118041362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zEvYAMxxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1cRHWmfrCtE/s400/DSCN6230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tree is over 100 years old. It was really tall &amp;amp; huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB7oAMxoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lEpQtuNvgM4/s1600-h/DSCN6236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723302036555394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB7oAMxoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lEpQtuNvgM4/s400/DSCN6236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for our turn to go on the bridge as at one time only max. of 6 people are allowed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB8oAMxpI/AAAAAAAAAkc/pnyBfXsEbOw/s1600-h/DSCN6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723319216424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB8oAMxpI/AAAAAAAAAkc/pnyBfXsEbOw/s400/DSCN6237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rented a private room for the Hot Spring (Sulfur water)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB9IAMxqI/AAAAAAAAAkk/pZEburYfeM8/s1600-h/DSCN6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723327806359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB9IAMxqI/AAAAAAAAAkk/pZEburYfeM8/s400/DSCN6243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in the tub soaking in the Hot Spring water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB9oAMxrI/AAAAAAAAAks/EUxyU2LAlzk/s1600-h/DSCN6244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723336396293810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zB9oAMxrI/AAAAAAAAAks/EUxyU2LAlzk/s400/DSCN6244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling clean &amp;amp; refreshing after the soak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAgYAMxjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rArHB4RDu-I/s1600-h/DSCN6247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721734373492274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAgYAMxjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rArHB4RDu-I/s400/DSCN6247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puplic pools area for the Hot Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAg4AMxkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GVwuJa0ch78/s1600-h/DSCN6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721742963426882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAg4AMxkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GVwuJa0ch78/s400/DSCN6249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't know what plant is it but it was very nice (Do I look like I'm trying to showcase the flower?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAhoAMxlI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W0dibmwPy0w/s1600-h/DSCN6250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721755848328786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAhoAMxlI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W0dibmwPy0w/s400/DSCN6250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the Giant Bamboo Trees. Couldn't captured the tip of the trees as its so tall. See how small Keith is at the bottom right corner of the pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAh4AMxmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/e2bBzlrp-NE/s1600-h/DSCN6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721760143296098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAh4AMxmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/e2bBzlrp-NE/s400/DSCN6252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in front of water fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAioAMxnI/AAAAAAAAAkM/163M4y8hZtU/s1600-h/DSCN6253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721773028198002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zAioAMxnI/AAAAAAAAAkM/163M4y8hZtU/s400/DSCN6253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith in front of water fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_BIAMxfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/v87wj5McnGQ/s1600-h/DSCN6260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173720097990952434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_BIAMxfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/v87wj5McnGQ/s400/DSCN6260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice mountain view at the restaurant where we had our lunch after the jungle trekking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_BoAMxgI/AAAAAAAAAjU/uYwdrUAKYT0/s1600-h/DSCN6261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173720106580887042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_BoAMxgI/AAAAAAAAAjU/uYwdrUAKYT0/s400/DSCN6261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_CIAMxhI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vTm4OQrJr5U/s1600-h/DSCN6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173720115170821650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_CIAMxhI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vTm4OQrJr5U/s400/DSCN6262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_CoAMxiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Pj2XwOdjpsQ/s1600-h/DSCN6264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173720123760756258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y_CoAMxiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Pj2XwOdjpsQ/s400/DSCN6264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stick-insect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9LoAMxZI/AAAAAAAAAic/ITjbBC4ctM8/s1600-h/DSCN6265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718079356323218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9LoAMxZI/AAAAAAAAAic/ITjbBC4ctM8/s400/DSCN6265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These little insects are very cute coz when you catch it, it would play dead by not moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Cunning &amp;amp; smart little creature)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9MYAMxaI/AAAAAAAAAik/p_v1bEyPGuk/s1600-h/DSCN6270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718092241225122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9MYAMxaI/AAAAAAAAAik/p_v1bEyPGuk/s400/DSCN6270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keith with one of the hotel staff in traditional costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9MoAMxbI/AAAAAAAAAis/Bnj-jF7IVS0/s1600-h/DSCN6271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718096536192434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9MoAMxbI/AAAAAAAAAis/Bnj-jF7IVS0/s400/DSCN6271.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; the cute girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9NYAMxcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/q9tVFhZJJTY/s1600-h/DSCN6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718109421094338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9NYAMxcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/q9tVFhZJJTY/s400/DSCN6272.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast @ Five Sails Restaurant @ Magellan Sutera Harbour on our last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9N4AMxdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SleS6j4J4fw/s1600-h/DSCN6294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718118011028946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8y9N4AMxdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SleS6j4J4fw/s400/DSCN6294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple-shot at our room's balcony at Magellan Sutera Harbour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The funny thing was, before I go to KK, I heard a lot of people who'd been there saying that KK girls are very pretty but during our trip there we didn't see any pretty girls around. where were all the leng-luis (pretty girls) in KK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even though a lot of people say seafood in East Malaysia is very cheap but it 's not entirely true. If you go to those tourists' area, it will cost you more than KL, thus do ask around for places that only locals know about (meaning no tourists) then only you'll get to enjoy fresh &amp;amp; cheap seafood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll definetely want to go back to KK again next time! It is surely a nice place to relax &amp;amp; chill-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-8885460694684490228?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8885460694684490228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=8885460694684490228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8885460694684490228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/8885460694684490228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-kota-kinabalu-holiday.html' title='My Kota Kinabalu Holiday'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0drmIvNZPI/R8zrMYAMyFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SGKdk4TCbV8/s72-c/DSCN6123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919553896071765631.post-199659234991041545</id><published>2008-02-26T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:56:30.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events.....</title><content type='html'>One of my colleague, J, been having really bad luck one after another last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another colleague of my, C, received a phone call from J about 4:00pm ++ on Friday and was informed that J's condo unit caught in fire and he was really panic &amp;amp; didn't what to do. One of our manager and C rushed over to help J's immediately. But, luckily the unit was not badly burn, only the living hall area but basically the whole house was blackened by the smoke thus J couldn't stay in his unit. He has to stay at his friend's house at the time being until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; restore back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday (the day after his house incident), he was involved in a car accident that involved 2 cars and 1 lorry. He managed to braked on time when the front car jam-brake but he was just so unlucky that the lorry behind him couldn't stop on time, banged his car and the forced pushed his car to the front and he knocked into the front car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just so unlucky. I hope after these two incidents, his luck will take a 180 degrees turn. Come to think of it, ever since he join our companies, his car has been constantly break down. Could there be due &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; the bad '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;' in our office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us really sympathised him as he does not have many friends in KL. So, colleagues are mainly the people he can get help from. We are all trying to contribute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; money to help him restore his home and hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; luck will change for good after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919553896071765631-199659234991041545?l=zestylizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/199659234991041545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3919553896071765631&amp;postID=199659234991041545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/199659234991041545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919553896071765631/posts/default/199659234991041545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestylizzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of unfortunate events.....'/><author><name>ZestyLizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043247806616514266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
