<?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-344417857428967902</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:46:25.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreamgirl Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>The kooky chronicles of a city girl trying to make good!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-7021294438390655452</id><published>2009-06-02T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:16:19.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I am really missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...South America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Copacabana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the sunrise at Copacabana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... corn juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Peruvian corn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ceviche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Lake Titicaca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigghhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as&lt;em&gt; Arnold&lt;/em&gt; Schwarzenegger in Terminators says..*ahem*.. "I'LLLL be BACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'est la Vie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-7021294438390655452?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7021294438390655452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=7021294438390655452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/7021294438390655452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/7021294438390655452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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-344417857428967902.post-123119003208950059</id><published>2009-03-19T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:16:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money can't buy everything!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if it could, I would have bloody gone out there, and bought some FER-REAAKING talent so that I wouldn't have to do the sh!t that I do everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I HOPE THAT ANSWERS THE TIMELESS QUESTION ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a very angsty mood nowadays! I just really want to Q and travel the world but clearly that's not going to happen anytime soon. So I am turning into a rather irritated cranky young(ish) old woman. a couple of weeks ago, i even had a little bit of a panic attack coz i'll be turning 30 TOOOOOOOoooOOOOO soon. i actually had the visual of falling into a well, and trying hard to climb back out but i just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TRUTH is that I have a choice to just do what i really want to do. But the FACT is that its just too hard to just throw everything away just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what it means when you grow older. I think leaving one decade to move into another just makes it so much harder to make changes. Well, for me at least. I remember the time when i could just do what i wanted just like THAT, but the passage of time has really changed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siigghhhhhh.. ok i really need to stop complaining and do something!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-123119003208950059?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/123119003208950059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=123119003208950059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/123119003208950059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/123119003208950059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-cant-buy-everything.html' title='Money can&apos;t buy everything!'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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-344417857428967902.post-4574766425768215150</id><published>2009-02-14T14:23:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:51:04.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have come closer to understanding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what true friendship really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X and Y are a couple of funny and great people that I've known for a few years now. It wasn't something I expected when I got to know them, but they have unwittingly and unknowingly taught me what true friendship really is, and what true friends can really do. It is really heart-warming. They are non-judgmental, supportive, protective, caring, encouraging, honest, kind and always there when you need them. I am, and will constantly be, learning from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SZZo7iH1fJI/AAAAAAAAADU/oPzqebuOs1w/s1600-h/True-Friends.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SZZo7iH1fJI/AAAAAAAAADU/oPzqebuOs1w/s400/True-Friends.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302540983256579218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing them has really changed my perspective a lot on what friendship means and what it should be. And most importantly, I know now how hard it is to come by people like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both rock! Luv ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Happy Valentine's Day, Fatty Patty! It hasn't always been smooth but you are, and always will be, among other things, my best friend..&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/344417857428967902-4574766425768215150?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4574766425768215150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=4574766425768215150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/4574766425768215150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/4574766425768215150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-come-closer-to-understanding.html' title='I have come closer to understanding...'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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/_tthcPA8yy8o/SZZo7iH1fJI/AAAAAAAAADU/oPzqebuOs1w/s72-c/True-Friends.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-1073049662427975593</id><published>2009-01-05T22:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:21:18.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls Talk, Bullsh!t walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, Fatty Patty and me went for our first ever Hot Yoga class together. Must admit that for the first part of the lesson, I really had to try very hard to keep a straight face as I watched Fatty Patty trying very earnestly do the upward dog, downward dog, cobra and warrior poses, all at a temperature of almost 40 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notwithstanding that it was his first Hot Yoga class, and the fact that it has been yonks since his last normal yoga class, I have to admit that Fatty Patty did a rather decent job on the balancing postures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, and on the way to dinner, I casually complimented him on how surprised I was that he was actually pretty good at balancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Fatty Patty replied, in his typical manner best described as one of serious jest, "Of course la. That's because my balls are of equal weightage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm. Fishballs for thought??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SWIYQ00yEwI/AAAAAAAAADE/HpcqVVJ5b3I/s1600-h/Balls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SWIYQ00yEwI/AAAAAAAAADE/HpcqVVJ5b3I/s400/Balls%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287815589823386370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me why, despite the emo, self-centred and drama-mama BS that I get from him from time to time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still super lurve this toot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-1073049662427975593?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1073049662427975593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=1073049662427975593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/1073049662427975593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/1073049662427975593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/balls-talk-bullsht-walks.html' title='Balls Talk, Bullsh!t walks'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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/_tthcPA8yy8o/SWIYQ00yEwI/AAAAAAAAADE/HpcqVVJ5b3I/s72-c/Balls%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-693051834705217295</id><published>2009-01-04T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:14:29.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.. and Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodbye to yet another year.. and hello to a brand new one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been another year of growth and changes, beginnings and endings, losses and gains, hits and misses, achievements and success, heartaches and disappointments. How we've all grown. Nevertheless, there will always be things, and some people, that are just hard to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That brings me to wonder what will be the changes this year. The milestones that will mark 2009 . Excited yet pensive. Happy yet scared of what is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SV-Nke9ayfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lKgODkM7wts/s1600-h/Wondering+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SV-Nke9ayfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lKgODkM7wts/s320/Wondering+Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287100145481730546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down however, I want to believe that the age old saying will ring true... and that the best is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-693051834705217295?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/693051834705217295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=693051834705217295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/693051834705217295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/693051834705217295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-and-hello.html' title='Goodbye.. and Hello'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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/_tthcPA8yy8o/SV-Nke9ayfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lKgODkM7wts/s72-c/Wondering+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-7147733399322042232</id><published>2008-11-19T21:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:12:11.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135;"&gt;"His hello was the end of her endings,&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;His hand would be hers to hold forever,&lt;br /&gt;His forever was as simple as her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ocean couldn’t prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;A New York minute wouldn’t let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;Does the universe decide for us,&lt;br /&gt;Which love will fade and which will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said she was what was missing.&lt;br /&gt;She said she instantly new.&lt;br /&gt;She was a question to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;And his answer was “I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-7147733399322042232?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7147733399322042232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=7147733399322042232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/7147733399322042232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/7147733399322042232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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-344417857428967902.post-5016749601388523007</id><published>2008-11-18T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:57:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE WERE U GUYS THINKING?! Really very dirty mind lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SSLJhBYJklI/AAAAAAAAACk/T2_Wpt7v_Jg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SSLJhBYJklI/AAAAAAAAACk/T2_Wpt7v_Jg/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269996083119493714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SSLJJteghrI/AAAAAAAAACc/eo_aXXdDDuk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-5016749601388523007?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5016749601388523007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=5016749601388523007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/5016749601388523007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/5016749601388523007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/addicted-to-sex.html' title='Addicted to Sex'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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/_tthcPA8yy8o/SSLJhBYJklI/AAAAAAAAACk/T2_Wpt7v_Jg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-2891490891865532598</id><published>2008-11-15T11:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:59:48.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo! Birthday Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Papa Pat reaches house. Papa Pat goes into bathroom. Me fumbles with lighter as I try to light the candle (I am not good with surprises! Or lighters!!). I pick up the cake shakily with the one loppy candle and hide behind the wall. Toilet door opens. I can hear Papa Pat's footsteps. I jump out from behind the wall. Papa Pat flinches in shock. I start singing (unsuccessfully as I cannot stop laughing at Papa Pat's reaction). Papa Pat is grinning from ear-to-ear, still in shock at both the surprise and getting pounced on. Makes wish. Blows candle. Cuts cake. I pull out pressie from below the sofa. Papa Pat smiles gleefully like a 5-year old. We playing guessing game. He gets it right on the first try. (DAMMNNN! He claims I am super predictable. I am soooooo NOT ok!!! ARRRGGH!) Spends next hour playing with pressie and eating cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission:              Accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing:               Tone-deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction:             Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-2891490891865532598?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2891490891865532598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=2891490891865532598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/2891490891865532598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/2891490891865532598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title='Boo! Birthday Surprise!'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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-344417857428967902.post-683242231674039985</id><published>2008-11-14T21:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:18:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it all means</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ince I came back, nothing much has been happening, except that work has been surprisingly busy even in such a bad market. Been watching lots of Sex and the City though. Pirated DVDs from Cheeeenaaland - shiok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking.. you know when people say that getting married really changes a relationship, for good, bad, whatever. Among other things, we always hear how being married changes (more often than not, at least) the level of commitment 2 people feel towards each other. I never used to believe that though, coz I've always felt that I'm probably as committed as I'll ever be at any given moment, and that is something that a piece of paper is probably not going to change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But since the proposal, its really interesting and unexpected that I do feel a difference in the level of commitment that towards the relationship. Now, whenever I have a selfish thought or want to do something just for me me me, I find myself taking a step back and thinking about "US". Not that I've never done so, but its just that I find that this little voice is just a little more active than before. Of course, that is not to say that "I" has, or will become perpetually "US", but I suppose this is what they mean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That little voice.. its the rock talking. hee heee heee :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I'm now home planning a little surprise for Papa Pat's birthday which is tomorrow. I didn't really buy anything fancy for him, just managed to grab a small gift, and a sinfully rich chocolate cake on the way back. This year, I am hoping that it will be the surprise (any my tone-deaf rendition of HAPPY BIRRTHDDAYY!!), rather than the gifts, that will do the trick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But most importantly, tomorrow, 15 November 2008, will be a very important milestone for Papa Pat. It's the day that he will QUIT SMOKING. FOR GOOD. Or at least I'm hoping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BTW, it was COMPLETELY his idea ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me is very impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On a slightly related note, look what I found&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SR2IVuiMIBI/AAAAAAAAACM/EQtKCIzX_JE/s1600-h/Kid+Smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SR2IVuiMIBI/AAAAAAAAACM/EQtKCIzX_JE/s320/Kid+Smoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268517045943410706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aiyoh, so cute and terrible at the same time&lt;/span&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/344417857428967902-683242231674039985?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/683242231674039985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=683242231674039985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/683242231674039985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/683242231674039985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-it-all-means.html' title='What it all means'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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/_tthcPA8yy8o/SR2IVuiMIBI/AAAAAAAAACM/EQtKCIzX_JE/s72-c/Kid+Smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-2484162769501580484</id><published>2008-11-08T15:09:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:30:01.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, ever since the saga of rock, I've started (well, sort of and for the second time!) planning for the big day. I'm not sure yet when exactly it will be, but I was thinking either end next year or early 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Very truthfully, I'm not super excited about a big Chinese wedding that Papa Pat wants, and which he claims I will regret if I don't have. I'm actually more excited about getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVKHJE20HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/djF-ee7PB_c/s1600-h/DSC08247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVKHJE20HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/djF-ee7PB_c/s320/DSC08247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266196825835491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and starting a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVKe3ZqJ5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dYK1xXBtPYk/s1600-h/DSC07402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVKe3ZqJ5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dYK1xXBtPYk/s320/DSC07402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266197233407764370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During our holidays, we had a lot of time to think about certain things and it has really hit me that Papa Pat is already in his mid-30s and not getting any younger. And of course, neither am I! While I think we would be fit enough to keep up with our kids, I really want us to be young and healthy enough to travel around the world once our kids are all grown up and independent&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So maybe it is time for a change in priorities and outlook on life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:120;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:120;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In Peru, we were fortunate enough to meet an Incan shaman, Thomas (read: Tooohhh MAS) who actually told us, among other things, that we would have 2 children, one girl and one boy. Somehow I kept thinking that our daughter will look something like this cute little girl we came across in Peru&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVLQdn6K2I/AAAAAAAAACE/5ULwllh0_9U/s1600-h/DSC08210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVLQdn6K2I/AAAAAAAAACE/5ULwllh0_9U/s320/DSC08210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266198085481671522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:120;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:120;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hee hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tooooh MAS also said that while we wouldn't have difficulties getting pregnant, mine would be a pregnancy-at-risk, but which wouldn't be anything serious as long as I followed doctor's orders. Yikes! But I am really curious to see if his predictions will come true&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I MISS SOUTH AMERICA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-2484162769501580484?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2484162769501580484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=2484162769501580484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/2484162769501580484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/2484162769501580484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-ever-since-saga-of-rock-ive-started.html' title='Post-Rock'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRVKHJE20HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/djF-ee7PB_c/s72-c/DSC08247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344417857428967902.post-6487968257132977270</id><published>2008-11-04T22:09:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:26:14.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback #1: Poverty in Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRBoOgunBAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RBfOzMin1Qw/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tthcPA8yy8o/SRBoOgunBAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RBfOzMin1Qw/s320/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264822562908996610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;During our travels through Peru, we saw many beautiful parts of the country, the natural wonders like Lake Titicaca and the Sacred Valley, and fantastic man-made cities like Machu Picchu and Ollantaytambo. Everyday was like a lesson in history and culture for us. Our tour guides at every stage were really superb - they were not only knowledgeable, but more importantly, passionate about their country, their past and their religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;During the last couple of days in Lima, we actually got to see the other side of Peru - the poor, underprivileged and neglected. As we cruised past the historical city centre towards the  North of the city, it was striking how the scenery changed gradually, but dramatically. From the beautifully carved buildings with their European-infused architecture, the traditional and cosy pubs which lined the street corners, the lavish and lofty houses that filled up the wealthy neighbourhoods of San Isidro and the chi-chi seaview apartments in Miraflores along the coast of Lima, we were greeted with the poverty striken areas of Lima. These shanty towns were a sharp contrast to their richer cousins. Just imagine - houses sloppily put together with straws and mud perched on hill after hill of dirty brown sand. I seem to remember they looked lop-sided and loopy, as if they could fall apart any moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I couldn't help but ask our tour guide on the state of  these houses in the shanty towns. We were told that they had no sanitation, water or heating. Its inhabitants comprise people from the rural mountain/jungle communities up in the North of Peru, who came to Lima trying to make a better life. You'd think that this is the irony of life but apparently these conditions, and the lifestyles of these rural people, were considered significant improvements from where they came from. Back in the rural communities, these people would have to work 14-hour days, for a mere pittance of Peru Soles 0.50 (approx S$0.20) a day. In Lima, for the same number of hours peddling their goods (e.g. chewing gum, sweets, snacks etc), they could earn up to Peru Soles 10.00 (approx S$4.80) a day.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What is even more surprising -  the current level of poverty in Peru stands at almost 40% of the entire population, with poverty being measured as earning less than Peru Soles 530 (approx S$250) a month. Out of this 40%, more than half live in EXTREME poverty, which is measured at an income of less than Peru Soles 150 (approx S$72) a month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recently, the Peruvian government claimed that they had, in 2008, reduced the level of poverty by 5%, a grand achievement apparently by Peruvian standards. Because there are no official or reliable independent statistics, no one will really ever know if that's true or if the level of poverty will continue to lower&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's experiences like this that really put things in perspective. 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border-width: 0px;" src="http://x54.xanga.com/a5ef0b7005335218835489/s171443081.jpg" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Of all the rocks we saw at Machu Picchu, this one was the best. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Luv ya, P. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to catch some of the earlier posts, see here: http://www.xanga.com/TheDreamgirlDiaries&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344417857428967902-687286677212750300?l=edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/687286677212750300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344417857428967902&amp;postID=687286677212750300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/687286677212750300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344417857428967902/posts/default/687286677212750300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edreamgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-rock.html' title='The Power of a Rock'/><author><name>The Dreamgirl Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999552517417544027</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></feed>
