<?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-25110634</id><updated>2011-08-16T11:32:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles in the Sand</title><subtitle type='html'>Tracking the changes of my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-6619930216824482958</id><published>2008-10-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:40:33.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year - post mortem</title><content type='html'>This is about the time that some people who got married last year announce that they're divorcing or getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still married. Not that I'm bragging or anything. Just stating a fact. Too many friends who got married before me are already signing divorce papers with 2-3 kids in tow.  Not to say that within the last year I haven't thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is sometimes our quarrels get really out of hand that I think, "Ok, this is it! I've had enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His stand? Divorce is not an option. He's a firm believer in the Will &amp;amp; Jada Pinkett-Smith relationship principles of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm watching En Vogue (Free your mind) on VH-1 channel on Showtime. Brings back memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt a lesson or two. I think so has he. He still finds it difficult to admit he's wrong when he is. Then again isn't this a universal male problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is a hard word to say. Especially when you know you're in the wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-6619930216824482958?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/6619930216824482958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=6619930216824482958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/6619930216824482958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/6619930216824482958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-year-post-mortem.html' title='It&apos;s been a year - post mortem'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-8585836094757532860</id><published>2007-11-04T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:58:23.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2007</title><content type='html'>This has definitely been an interesting year for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January to April, I was caught up with wedding plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was a whirlwind with the wedding: 1 ceremony and 3 receptions. (I'm still paying off the loan I took for my wedding...) Plus our lovely honeymoon in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June was back at work with a twist...I got subconded to another project. A huge one...One that shakes and rattles peoples nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July came and went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August saw my birthday and the momentum of the project picking up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September was like project peak period with Ramadhan thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October was a frenzy, trying to launch our new organization structure and also first time having Raya with the in-laws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November is here now and all I can think of is the last week of December when I'm off to Singapore to visit relatives (which is basically a cover up for shopping at Orchard Road...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year? Well, as much as I would love to postpone, everyone is advising me to hurry up and have kids. What's the rush, I ask? Apparently biological clocks can be VERY unforgiving...Hey, if there are volunteers to take care of the baby, I'm in. The last thing I need is to be waking up every 2 hours for a feed...Not to mention countless diaper changing. And baby's poop, no matter how cute the baby is, can stink all the way to hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-8585836094757532860?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/8585836094757532860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=8585836094757532860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/8585836094757532860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/8585836094757532860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2007/11/year-2007.html' title='Year 2007'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-5278171957325066084</id><published>2007-10-26T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:14:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Sports Freak's advice and revive my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone would still remember to check in on this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the one year and 2 months hiatus has resulted in me getting married...and have been so for the past half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is not easy but yet it's not that complicated either. I'll tell you what's weird though...Having to share that bed space with another body. I still wake up in the middle of the night having to push him over coz he encroached on my 'territory'. We only have a double bed and by Asian standards we're a little larger and taller than the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Raya thing...the in(out) laws thing....Heh! That was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like a whole new culture in itself...But I'd have to say I'm pretty lucky to not have much problems with my in-laws. They're nice people. Save for his granny who said that it was good that I 'tak lawa sangat' otherwise he'd find it difficult to look after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny, do you know that my 'hotness' level has increased AFTER i got married to your grandson???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously gramps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-5278171957325066084?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/5278171957325066084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=5278171957325066084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/5278171957325066084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/5278171957325066084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-115527400247882066</id><published>2006-08-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:26:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I guess when I'm contented, I don't write much as I cease to have anything to rant about. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely, fulfillingly, busy due to work...And I have a man in my life, a good man. Not brilliantly wonderful or anything like  that....He's just good - to me, for me, with me....etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I'm keeping this blog open, I will probably write less from now on. Maybe once a month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and do drop by once in awhile to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-115527400247882066?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/115527400247882066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=115527400247882066' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115527400247882066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115527400247882066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-115129121386732931</id><published>2006-06-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:06:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>This is how I want it to end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champs-BRAZIL&lt;br /&gt;1st runner up-Argentina&lt;br /&gt;2nd runner up-Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it won't happen as Germany's playing Argentina on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess its:-&lt;br /&gt;Champs-Brazil&lt;br /&gt;1st-Germany&lt;br /&gt;2nd-Portugal&lt;br /&gt;3rd-Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have my way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-115129121386732931?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/115129121386732931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=115129121386732931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115129121386732931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115129121386732931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-2006.html' title='World Cup 2006'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-115128919446632943</id><published>2006-06-25T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:33:14.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are rude???</title><content type='html'>Are we rude? Or are we rude?&lt;br /&gt;My take? We’re lacking in courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of things I encountered over the week that brought me to that conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;1) We don’t greet people unless we know them. And we don’t smile often enough. When I was young, I used o wonder why white uncles and aunties would say hi to me when they stepped into an elevator with us when neither my parents nor I know who they are. Took me awhile to figure out that it was just the way those people are.&lt;br /&gt;2) We don’t give way much. ESPECIALLY when driving. Part of it could be due to the fact that if you give way to one car, another 10 cars wanna do same. And people don’t thank you for letting them cut in. Instead, they drive even slower and make you wonder what the hell they were hurrying to cut into your lane for.&lt;br /&gt;3) Selective chivalry is prevalent in this country. Most guys I know who hold doors open for ladies are the ones who have been overseas or the ones who mix around with people who have been overseas. And some of them don’t hold the door open for all women. Just those whom they fancy. If the girl is pretty/young or both, they hold the door open. If it’s a babe carrying a baby, they hold the door open. However, if it’s some aunty/makcik with a fat ass, they pretend they didn’t see her.&lt;br /&gt;4) Some people cut queues and feign ignorance. Even when you say “Excuse me, I believe I was here first.” They just shoot you a blank look. And most cashiers won’t stand up for you.&lt;br /&gt;5) Our middle finger now plays a more active role in our daily lives. People don’t hesitate to use it. Once upon a time, we’d only use it under extreme conditions. But I guess our road conditions nowadays can be deemed as extreme.&lt;br /&gt;6) MAS stewardesses. If you’re Caucasian and male: “Would you like some coffee or tea, sir?” If you’re Caucasian female: “Coffee or tea for you, ma’am?” If you’re Malaysian female: “You want coffee or tea?”&lt;br /&gt;7) Many of us do not mind our P’s and Q’s. How many of us actually end our requests with ‘please’? And how many of us actually say ‘thank you’ when we receive something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think over the years, as we become a more economically progressive nation, we compromise our social skills. We skew towards being selfish and adopt I’m-number-one, Ah-never-mind, and Who-cares kind of attitude. We care about ourselves and ourselves only. We may be heading towards a developed nation status in terms of skyscrapers but some of us are still very much third world in terms of mentality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-115128919446632943?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/115128919446632943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=115128919446632943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115128919446632943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115128919446632943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-rude.html' title='We are rude???'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-115044777288787601</id><published>2006-06-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:03:29.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with Kongsi Raya?</title><content type='html'>What's up with sharing festivities anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take the example of Chinese New Year and Hari Raya. Lemme tell you what happens on Chinese New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On CNY eve, we have a family reunion dinner. How does this serve to 'pesongkan aqidah'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year morning, we wake up, shower, put on our new clothes, greet the elders 'Gong Xi Fa Cai' and receive our Ang Pau's. Where's the 'pesong aqidah' element in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we eat our vegetarian breakfast. It's bloody vegetarian for goodness sake! How do you 'pesong' one's 'aqidah' with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's family photoshoot time. (Nak pesong camne lagi nie???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes my ultimate favorite: FAMILY MAHJONG TIME!!! Ok la...I suppose you could connect this with the vice of gambling but puh-leez...How do you gamble when you're playing at home with underaged cousins, granny, mommy, aunty, uncle, grand aunt, grand uncle, sisters, etc...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Raya. I used to wake up early for Raya, now I don't. So what happens is that, once we're all in our Baju Raya and we've done the 'salam-the-whole-family' and seek forgiveness session, it's time to head to Granny's house. Followed by another 'salam-menyalam' session. Then we dig-in into the Nasi Beriyani, no limit, free-flow, for the whole day. Since gramps house is where everyone gathers, we just wait and see which granduncle or grandaunty turns up. In between it's watching all the Melayu movies and concerts on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a fireworks session but since the government ban, we've all resorted to becoming couch potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the usual family drama, where you'll have an overly-emotional uncle or aunty crying his or her eyes out during the slama-menyalam session. That's one to look out for. They only repent during Raya, other days they 'tak sedar diri'. But nevertheless, I find it amusing. Sembahyang Raya is usually done by the men in the family. We girls stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, while I'm not exactly burning joss sticks and making offerings to the Kitchen God, the Jade Emperor and Goddess of Mercy, do tell me what the whole hoo-ha is about Kongsi Raya? I've been Kongsi-ing since I was born. My religion still hasn't changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-115044777288787601?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/115044777288787601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=115044777288787601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115044777288787601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115044777288787601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-wrong-with-kongsi-raya.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with Kongsi Raya?'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-115025379040340110</id><published>2006-06-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:56:30.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Omen review</title><content type='html'>There are a couple of questions to which the answer cannot be found in this movie. First of all, why did the Jackal give birth to a human baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the priest that gave the damned baby to the normal parents, who is he? Is there an anti-Christ cult? Disguised as normal preachers? If so, they knew that they were bringing the anti-Christ into the world? And how did they hope to benefit from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there’s Father Brennan who has the 666 mark on his thigh. Does this mean that he’s also the Son of Satan? Since he shares the same kind of birthmark with the damned one? If so, why does he want to kill the anti-Christ instead, if he belongs to the same cult, or if he was the previous, Damned One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s the significance of the 7 Mediggo Daggers? Why can the child only be killed with these weapons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did Mrs. Baylock know where to find the child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the movie was badly chopped up by our censorship board, or the original storyline wasn't that strong. Eitherway, watch only if you have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...if I can just get my hands on X-Men 3 tickets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-115025379040340110?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/115025379040340110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=115025379040340110' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115025379040340110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115025379040340110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/omen-review.html' title='The Omen review'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-115008407816765684</id><published>2006-06-11T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:47:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The furniture</title><content type='html'>Oh dearie me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wants me to take the current living room set which includes a 3-seater couch, 2-seater couch and 1 seater chair with 2 coffee tables for my new abode. He intends to buy new furniture for the house. Pros: I get it for FREE!!! Cons: There goes my Javanese Teak/Contemporary Sleek Steel concept for the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok. I still get to maintain Japanese Zen concept for the dining area. Infact, I found my low table at Ikea for RM115!!! And I can get the nice soft seat cushions for RM15 each. I just need some time to dig out the old remnant fabric and sew my own cushion covers. I'm sure I've got some left-over Thai silk somewhere..... Found a nice, quaint, beaded tea-light stand that can be used as the centre-piece. Since the living room set will be in maroon, I guess purple cushions ought to be in order for the dining then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, living and dining sorted! Now for the bedrooms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-115008407816765684?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/115008407816765684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=115008407816765684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115008407816765684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/115008407816765684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/furniture.html' title='The furniture'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114955976112439403</id><published>2006-06-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:09:21.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas for the new abode</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about the new place I'm getting butterflies just thinking about the interior decor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 3-bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment slightly over 1,000sqf. I think I'll have a Japanese Zen-like theme for the dining area. Just a low coffee table that will be used as a dining table, on a straw mat with seating cushions. Found the perfect coffee table for that at Ikea. Seating cushions, I'm thinking Jim Thompson just to add a bit of plush to the whole setting. Perhaps add a glass bowl filled with water and floating candles as the centrepiece. Now, to find a place that sells a decent straw mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the living room, I'm still considering two options. Javanese teak pieces or sleek contemporary steel pieces. Shall I have a sofa-bed or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go with the Javanese teak theme, there will be 2 single-seater teak chairs with a round coffee table set in between. Then I'm thinking maybe a 3-seater day-bed that can double up as a real bed by just putting a layer of mattress on it. Problem is I gotta custom make the mattress to fit the 3-seater. Scatter cushions, once again, courtesy of Jimmy T. Another piece to think about would be a 2-seater bench-like chair that can be used as a table/shelf instead. Teak furniture courtesy of wholesaler in Puchong. For lighting under this theme, a standing lamp with a wooden stand would be nice. Failing which, something which resembles a Japanese paper lantern would do fine as well. This can be found in a furniture shop in Cheras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I go with the sleek contemporary steel pieces, I'll find my way to Ikea and Harvey Norman again. I've got my eye on this sofa bed. Very clean, minimalistic design. Instead of a normal coffee table, I'll probably get an Ottoman. Can double up as a seat as well. An AV set from Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen would really complement the whole 'look'. Unfortunately, that would so burst my budget. I think I'm short of chairs here. 2 more steel-framed single-seaters should do the trick. I think I could squeeze in a plush lambskin rug somewhere. Color? Every piece will come in white and grey steel. This includes the skinny standing lamp as well. Y'know the kind that has light bulbs branching out at the top? That's the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Japanese Zen for the bedroom decor. Bamboo blinds in place of curtains. Square paper lanterns for lighting. Futon in place of a bed. Low and long shelves with a full length mirror mounted on top sideways so that it takes up a broader view. Doubles as storage space and a dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest room I have will be turned into a walk-in closet. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest room will house a fuss-free single bed with a pull out bed from underneath. I'm keeping it bare as I'm not encouraging guests to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have one huge art poster on the wall near the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I wonder if I've forgotten anything???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114955976112439403?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114955976112439403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114955976112439403' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114955976112439403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114955976112439403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/ideas-for-new-abode.html' title='Ideas for the new abode'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114947167983671622</id><published>2006-06-04T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:41:19.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Mad Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My non-Malaysian Exec. Director asked me this, "Why is it that even though this country is not playing in the World Cup, productivity is low during World Cup season?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My answer,  "Even when it's not World Cup season, productivity  is still low, Sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah...But it's worse during World Cup." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the post before this came via e-mail from my dearly beloved boyfriend who, besides being a workaholic is also a football-a-holic. Having studied England for 5 years and worked in Ireland for another 5, naturally he considers himself to be a bonafide EPL fan. Which for some reason seems to translate itself into being a World Cup fan-atic...Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly a football fan. But I'll watch Spain, France and Italy. (And perhaps Japan, for the sake of nostalgia). And it's got nothing to do with the game. Plus, I certainly refuse to have my world revolve around the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't change the fact that I'll be single and available again from 9th June to 9th July this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...Here's to World Cup 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114947167983671622?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114947167983671622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114947167983671622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114947167983671622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114947167983671622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/06/football-mad-nation.html' title='Football Mad Nation'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114897950716292229</id><published>2006-05-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:58:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Extremely important advice and recommendations to be passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on to wives, girlfriends, fiancés, mothers, sisters, daughters, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(to all women in general) These rules are to be communicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;prior to the World Cup in June/July this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LIST OF RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. From 9th June to 9th July 2006, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. During the World Cup, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse of the remote control, you will lose it (your eye).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I don’t mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV, make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I wont have time to take you to the doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell from the second floor... it wont happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. Please, please, please!! if you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say “get over it, its only a game”, or “don’t worry, they’ll win next time”. If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called “words of encouragement” will only lead to a break up or divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying “one” game, hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to “spend time together”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. The replays of the goals are very important. I don’t care if I have seen them or I haven’t seen them, I want to see them again. Many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a) I will not go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;b) I will not go, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;c) I will not go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think about saying “but you have already seen this...why don’t you change the channel to something we can all watch??”, the reply will be: “Refer to Rule #2 of this list”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11. And finally, please save your expressions such as “Thank God the World Cup is only every 4 years”. I am immune to these words, because after this comes the Champions League, Premier League, Italian League, Spanish League, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12. Thank you for your co-operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Men of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114897950716292229?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114897950716292229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114897950716292229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114897950716292229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114897950716292229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/message.html' title='Message'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114846001672530212</id><published>2006-05-24T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:40:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeing the nest</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy but I have this absolutely overwhelming desire to move out. And I'm gonna be viewing properties with some real estate agents this Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy because I'm running at negative networth right now. My debts are more than my assets. But believe it or not, I'll find some way to get some $$$ if I actually find an apartment that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit 30 and passed it. I really can't stay with my parents anymore. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I've got not enough projects on my hand at work that I need to undertake another project on the personal side. I guess there will come a day when the cuckoo has to fly from its nest. And this cuckoo is long overdue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114846001672530212?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114846001672530212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114846001672530212' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114846001672530212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114846001672530212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/fleeing-nest.html' title='Fleeing the nest'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114786052076369373</id><published>2006-05-17T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:08:40.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternal Instinct</title><content type='html'>I love babies. I love kids. But ONLY when they’re other people’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’know how when you reach certain age, you’re supposed to have that maternal instinct. It’s supposed to make you wanna have your own babies? How when you look at other tiny tots, it makes you feel warm and makes you melt inside etc…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing with babies. But its 10 minutes tops. After that, I just wanna shove the baby back to the mom or dad. ESPECIALLY if the little one starts crying or fidgeting too much. And I really do not have the patience to do the whole kiddy talk with toddlers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’know like how adults would talk to small kids…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Oh, look at that! (pointing to a picture of a flower in a book.) What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Flower.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Clever girl. Can you tell me what flower that is?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: That’s a rose. Can you say ‘rose’?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Rose.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Very good. Now what color is the rose? Can you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: This rose is red. See, this color is red. Just like your dress.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Red.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: That’s right. Your dress and the rose are the same color. Red.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Red.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: That’s my girl. (turns page) Now, do you know what this is?….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! I can’t do this….. I really can’t. I get tired, very fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I’ve done the whole wake up in the middle of the night to ‘bancuh susu’ and feed the baby, washed soiled CLOTH diapers (nowadays you guys just use disaposable ones, cheating!) , give the baby a bath, change diapers, quiet a wailing baby, administer medication and take care of a sick baby…cook and carry a baby at the same time. Yeah, it’s dangerous. But when the kid is wailing her head off, and you’re trying to get dinner ready, you’ll do it too. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that without a maid in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, point is, I’m NOT excited about motherhood. And I really can’t stand people (especially those with maids) WHO HAVE NEVER been through what I have, shoving their babies in my face and telling me that it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to them and that I should try it too. Yeah, it may be the best thing for YOU. But I’m not in a hurry. AT ALL. And don’t act surprised when I handle your baby better than you do. The only thing I’ve not done is give birth. And I’m not looking forward to that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop telling me that it’s different when you have your own kid. Yeah, right!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114786052076369373?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114786052076369373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114786052076369373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114786052076369373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114786052076369373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/maternal-instinct.html' title='Maternal Instinct'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114767335550619052</id><published>2006-05-14T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:09:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Planner</title><content type='html'>The problem with having a wedding is that you can’t decide on it all by yourself. I’m referring to a few entries back regarding taking a loan to fund a wedding and it seems all of you (who I’m assuming are in the right mind) are against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I’m not for it either. I was just wondering if I had overlooked something. Which you guys have just proven that I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if one wants to have a grand wedding and the other wants to have something a bit more modest and within budget, how do you compromise? Put wedding plans on hold and save up for the next 2 years? How do you deal with a 300 pax guest list? Bridal trousseau? Door gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you start a life together when you have nowhere to stay? Rent first, buy property later? Stay with parents? Stay with in(out)-laws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got proposed to 6 years back. (Different guy, of course!) The both of us actually sat down and worked out a budget. And this was what it looked like. (Bear in mind this was done in year 2000, no recalculation incorporating inflation rates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEDDING BUDGET:&lt;br /&gt;Caterers (500 pax)  = RM20 x 500 pax   = RM10,000&lt;br /&gt;Hall rental  = RM2,000 x 1 day  = RM2,000 (staff rate)&lt;br /&gt;Door gifts for guests = RM5 x 500   = RM2,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridal Trousseau&lt;br /&gt;Hantaran (Incl. wedding ring, 9 trays)  = RM4,793&lt;br /&gt;Bridal outfit (x 2)    = RM1,496&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom’s Expenses&lt;br /&gt;Hantaran (excl. Wedding ring, 7 trays) = RM2,485&lt;br /&gt;Duit Hantaran     = RM5,000&lt;br /&gt;Wedding ring     = RM5,217&lt;br /&gt;Groom’s outfit (x 2)    = RM774&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total      = RM34,265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not including photography, dais, bridesmaid &amp;amp; best man’s outfit, PA system rental, invitation cards, honeymoon expenses, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114767335550619052?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114767335550619052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114767335550619052' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114767335550619052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114767335550619052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/wedding-planner.html' title='The Wedding Planner'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114707164186510131</id><published>2006-05-07T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:00:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 No-Brainer Diet Tips</title><content type='html'>10. Don't eat after 8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take coffee &amp;amp; tea straight. (NO SUGAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Order fresh fruit juice with NO SUGAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat rice only ONCE a day (preferably for b'fast or lunch-Yeay nasi lemak!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat light for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink plenty of water (I mean H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;O and not those starting with names like Jack or Johnnie! Or those with fizz in 'em!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Increase vegetable consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO NOT snack between meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat 3 meals a day at regular intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DON'T give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114707164186510131?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114707164186510131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114707164186510131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114707164186510131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114707164186510131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-10-no-brainer-diet-tips.html' title='Top 10 No-Brainer Diet Tips'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114673352526151218</id><published>2006-05-04T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:05:25.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>Can I take a vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would it be wise to take a loan from a bank to fund  a wedding reception?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114673352526151218?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114673352526151218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114673352526151218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114673352526151218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114673352526151218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/vote_04.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114673311782935158</id><published>2006-05-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:58:37.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend ended with me being stuck in bed for 2 days, down with flu.  Just got back to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  Friday evening, flew off to Kuching to attend a customer's 10th anniversary celebration which was to be held the next day. Got to watch Camelia perform at the dinner party. Guess she wasn't nominated for AIM eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew back to KL on Sunday morning, landed in the afternoon, joined the boys for Happy Hour at BSC's Chilli's, went for my uncle's wedding anniversary dinner party at Ishq and ended the night with a karaoke-cum-surprise birthday party with another set of friends at News. That's how I ended up with a major flu on Monday morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the doctor and  got 2 days MC. Mom said,"Next time no more marathons." I said, "But Mom, life's too short!" And Mom replied,"Yeah, well you don't have to make it shorter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mom for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I'll do it again! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114673311782935158?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114673311782935158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114673311782935158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114673311782935158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114673311782935158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114612957588006886</id><published>2006-04-27T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:19:35.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..again!</title><content type='html'>Since April 9, which is the day I got back from Tokyo, life has been a whirlwind.  I suppose I should take it as a good sign that you guys out there are pestering me to update my blog. Where would I be without you all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after Tokyo was work, work, work, then fly off to Tioman for a short break. Then back again and work, work, work, then off to Bangi for a 3-day course which they only tell you at the last minute. Then work, work, and tomorrow evening I'm off to Kuching on business which runs into my weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I'm not telling my customer to fly kite is coz my boss is going as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I read what you guys wrote about the whole marrige/wedding deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be what I want to believe in. It could also mean I'm kidding myself. But I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy does want to get married and all (so he says, he's been talking about it so much!). Problem is, he's got too much on his plate to even have time to figure out how best to address the marriage issue. He does seem quite earnest about it. But currently the company he's working for is undergoing M&amp;A and he's in charge of it. Plus he runs an F&amp;amp;B outlet and he's in a JV with some friends. They've got a restaurant which is not doing so well at the moment. Since he's a shareholder, he's expected to cough up some dough to keep the restaurant alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did talk about cutting down on expenses but he wants a 300 pax guest list. And he wants an akad nikah as well as a reception afterwards. And he wants his aunts and uncles (the whole dynasty) and friends to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, on the other hand wouldn't bat an eyelid at the idea of eloping. Stress-free. No wastage in terms of $$$ entertaining people you hardly know. And I'd much rather spend $$$ on a whole week in the Maldives for honeymoon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it's true what SF said that either he's not ready, OR I'm not the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114612957588006886?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114612957588006886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114612957588006886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114612957588006886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114612957588006886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/04/updateagain.html' title='Update..again!'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114559754103825570</id><published>2006-04-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:32:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, ok...update</title><content type='html'>Someone actually left a comment in my previous post telling me to update. Muahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for the "I love you" hype.  Now it's the marriage hype. This is the part which I DON'T like. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he terms marriage as a moving goalpost. Meaning kalau tak de duit, tunda la dulu. No need to be in such a hurry. Yeah sure, so long as you (the man) DOESN'T want kids!!! I'm fine without having to deal with screaming babies and soiled diapers. I'm totally fine. I have my pet fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I wanna say is that marriage is like Nike tagline. JUST DO IT. If you start calculating your finances and shit, you'll realise that $$$ is never enough. And even if it is, you'll always want more. So in the end, it won't be enuff anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I swear people think of all the wrong things when it comes to marriage. Example, people think that marriage=wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, hello! Akad nikah dah cukup la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, me being the Royal Leo(ness) that I am would love one of those fairy-tale weddings with me in a cascading white gown etc...but hey, that ain't gonna happen la...Unless I get hitched to some prince somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, kalau tak de duit tu, tok sah la cakap pasal kahwin. Nak tunda tu tunda je la...Risiko tanggung sendiri. Kalau orang lain sambar kang, nasib la, kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114559754103825570?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114559754103825570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114559754103825570' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114559754103825570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114559754103825570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-okupdate.html' title='Ok, ok...update'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114420741197099895</id><published>2006-04-04T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:23:31.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10:15pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, just finished dinner with Bank of ____ officer.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh, ok...I'm at the shop, clearing the accounts.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is everything ok?&lt;br /&gt;Him: It's like looking for a needle in a haystack...Listen, can I call you back later?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, bye...&lt;br /&gt;Him: (Click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:05pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, you still at the shop?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah, eh...sorry I forgot to call you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am I disturbing?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, no, no...Uhm...I need to clear the accounts by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, goodnite, bye!&lt;br /&gt;Him: You're not mad at me, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him: Ok...I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright, 'nite. (Click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that some men, use the words 'I LOVE YOU' as a ticket to get them out of trouble. I'm sure he knew that I wasn't too happy about it. Especially when the day before, he calls up and asks why is it that I don't call him, why is it that he hasn't heard from me the whole day, etc...Of course I did tell him straight in the face that everytime I call, he's always busy and doesn't have time for me. Case in point, the converstion above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess saying "I love you" has become a tool, or somewhat of a commodity/leverage. By saying those 3 words, the man hopes to make everything alright. Sounds simple enough. If you're dealing with a simple woman...In which case, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too old to make a big fuss about this one so I'll just let it slide...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114420741197099895?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114420741197099895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114420741197099895' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114420741197099895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114420741197099895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-you.html' title='&quot;I love you&quot;'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25110634.post-114420220865414590</id><published>2006-04-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:56:48.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M! The Opera</title><content type='html'>Much ado about the whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read the synopsis. I went without any clue as to what the performance was all about. I don't see what the obejctive was by placing Paula and Azean in their respective roles as those roles didn't seem to mean much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes:&lt;br /&gt;1) Those guys in long cloaks and short that did acrobatics and dances all the way through. They were good. Especially the guy in the pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Best actor -the guy who played Kerabat. (George Chan) Is he Singaporean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Nice vocals overall except Paula and Doreen...Doreen was a bit shrill at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wonderful choreography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Very 'in'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;1) Some scenes made me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The guy who played M didn't quite manage to bring out the charisma of M according to what was in the synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Kids under 16 should not have been allowed in the theatre. They got bored and kept fidgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The illegitimate child part wasn't explained in the show. (i'm just kay-poh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The translation on the digital board did not tally with the dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, good effort for Malaysian production. However, a lot of people make a mistake of comparing it to PGl-The Musical. People should understand that PGL is of a different genre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114420220865414590?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114420220865414590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114420220865414590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114420220865414590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114420220865414590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/04/m-opera.html' title='M! The Opera'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114379484312585486</id><published>2006-03-31T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:47:23.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The multi-million dollar question</title><content type='html'>I know the half the company thinks I'm dating a guy from one of the divisions. Just because he happens to be a good friend and a lunch partner. And then the other half think that I'm seeing the Lawyer-cum-Man of Style. And the whole company couldn't be more WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found my way back into a relationship. And the one I'm with is NOT from the same company. I guess it's true what they say. Don't go looking for love, let love find you. But I'm thinking, if everyone sticks to this rule, who's gonna do the finding???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think the guy I'm seeing right now would come back to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why? Why him? WHY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not about to make a fool of myself and sound like a love-sick puppy, I suppose I do find that I'm a much calmer person when he's around. And when he's not, I feel edgy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114379484312585486?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114379484312585486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114379484312585486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114379484312585486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114379484312585486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/03/multi-million-dollar-question.html' title='The multi-million dollar question'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><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-25110634.post-114378820668968412</id><published>2006-03-30T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:56:46.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEO Bachelor &amp; Wife Beater</title><content type='html'>Hi...I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed to go off radar for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-boyfriend is in CLEO magazine this month. Bachelor #.....As if I'm gonna tell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the questionnaire, they ask the guys what is a wife-beater. The boys took it literally. Saying things like wife-beaters are losers, sick and spawn of Satan. Ooohh...pretty nasty things to say about a white, sleeveless tight T-shirt now isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the boys thought that they were supposed to say what they thought about men who beat their wives....Awww, so sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see them actually coming to a woman's rescue when her husband beats her up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25110634-114378820668968412?l=circlesinthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/114378820668968412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25110634&amp;postID=114378820668968412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114378820668968412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25110634/posts/default/114378820668968412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circlesinthesand.blogspot.com/2006/03/cleo-bachelor-wife-beater.html' title='CLEO Bachelor &amp; Wife Beater'/><author><name>Ms. J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
