<?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-4033930091485498175</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:36:40.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of a new beginning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05707483267287278627</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033930091485498175.post-1165590410029500769</id><published>2009-11-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:04:28.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haengbokae...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wasnt feeling that well this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a block nose.. Ended up reaching work exactly on time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is not good according to my boss dictionary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to reach 15 mins early before reporting for work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to my stomach that created a hu-ha 3 mins before I was supposed to be on my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt know I was so hard working that I started to cook right after I reach home from work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I raid my mom`s fridge and found some extra ingredient, that even hype me up to cook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is my result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632434444109426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1nXGwbHaV8/SvLmldl-hnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2mPBwzdSENk/s200/Ddubokkie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you thing I cook??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mee Kuah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maggie curry??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no..&lt;br /&gt;It Ddukkboki...&lt;br /&gt;A Korean snack or so they say..&lt;br /&gt;I have the hot pepper paste and the rice cake..&lt;br /&gt;So I steal one instant maggie mee from my mom`s collection of maggie curry.&lt;br /&gt;And my sister`s yong tau foo ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;Those two long white sticks are the korean rice cake...&lt;br /&gt;Bought the hot pepper paste at Burlington Square korean mart called "Shine Korea"..&lt;br /&gt;So much cheaper than Sol Mart in westmall..&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing is, the is no stick rice cake.. Only the slice one is available...&lt;br /&gt;Ddukkboki Mission Accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next im trying to cook their cold noodle...&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a lot of time..&lt;br /&gt;But that shouldnt stop me...&lt;br /&gt;All i need is $$$$$$..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only dear havent taste it yet...&lt;br /&gt;Not that huge of a korean fan...&lt;br /&gt;Jealous i must say..&lt;br /&gt;For my love of korea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Miss him..&lt;br /&gt;Bogoshipo sarang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Im off to watch Momo love..&lt;br /&gt;Love Jiro wang..&lt;br /&gt;This can occupied my while waiting for dear to reach home...&lt;br /&gt;So I can have a piece of mind to know that he is safe and sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You and I together, it just feel so right" -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PARK BOM(2NE1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033930091485498175-1165590410029500769?l=issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1165590410029500769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/haengbokae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/1165590410029500769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/1165590410029500769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/haengbokae.html' title='Haengbokae...'/><author><name>iss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05707483267287278627</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/_q1nXGwbHaV8/SvLmldl-hnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2mPBwzdSENk/s72-c/Ddubokkie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033930091485498175.post-8750681569206028980</id><published>2009-03-22T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:02:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First argument</title><content type='html'>I was staring at the clock at 10.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Dread.&lt;br /&gt;Still got lots of hours to go, till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;The moment where I get to see Dear.&lt;br /&gt;But what I can say is, I never regret going to JW75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the clock strike 5pm, i turn around and started looking and found him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain i felt in my body evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;Was smiling all the way. Cant wait to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Miss him lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock shows 5.25pm, and im still rooted at my position.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit restless coz I couldnt find dear anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt even bothered to talk to my bestfriend`s brother.&lt;br /&gt;Just run over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happen seriously zap all the energy that I previously felt when I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;I was like so happy, called him dear and was all smile when I saw the look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him whats wrong..&lt;br /&gt;He just said nothing`s wrong and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually asked him again whats wrong. He said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the first time I burst out at him..&lt;br /&gt;And said, "If you feel like not fetching me, then dont!"&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad and pissed of at the point.&lt;br /&gt;He said that I took such a long time to leave the store.&lt;br /&gt;Half of me just wanted to turn around and go home myself but half of me just missed him so much so I stay..&lt;br /&gt;The latter half of me won..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignore him the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;He light his cigarette and came to me, trying to hug me and say sorry..&lt;br /&gt;I just slap his hand away and pretend to be busy adjusted my bag strap.&lt;br /&gt;He came thrice but I still ignore him..&lt;br /&gt;"Being a manager is not easy, he still havent take over from me. How can I just leave it like that!".. I said that to him.. My voice almost break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come one, I was looking forward to it and he went and spoil it for me..&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I give in..&lt;br /&gt;Coz I dont want to drag it any futher...&lt;br /&gt;Then he send me home..&lt;br /&gt;Till now, the feeling of sadness is there..&lt;br /&gt;But I dont dare to say it out to him..&lt;br /&gt;Coz he`s working right now..&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to spoil it for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, still missed him..&lt;br /&gt;Coz I spent those countless time fighting with him...&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow dear.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033930091485498175-8750681569206028980?l=issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8750681569206028980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-argument.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/8750681569206028980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/8750681569206028980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-argument.html' title='First argument'/><author><name>iss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05707483267287278627</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-4033930091485498175.post-246491697691759069</id><published>2009-03-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:50:55.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a Second Child</title><content type='html'>Being the second child in a family is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you have an older sister who have no intention of getting married so soon eventhough she reached the ripe age of 26.&lt;br /&gt;So, me being the second will be doing first in almost everything, example, bringing your boyfriend over to meet your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking when will be the appropriate time to introduce.&lt;br /&gt;How will they react if he came along to our family outing, since the only male bonding he can get is with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Which will be no issue as he knows my dad. Plus my dad, the type who can strike up a conversation with anyone. Besides, guys have lots of topic to talk about. Petrol price went up, traffic jam at the cross junction (thats what my dad talk about with DEAR and friends and my dad dont even know he is my soon-to-be-fiance-in-one-years-time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue I have to tackle is to get approval from my &lt;em&gt;onni(&lt;/em&gt;sister). Besides getting approval from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;As told by my mum, my sister wants the best for me and etc. So she will have to check his background and stuff. Before she open her mouth and ask me questions, I told her that DEAR is going to be a man of law soon. Which shut her up - for awhile. Then ask me to bring him to her.(??)&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what? Mom and Dad never brought up this meeting-him issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts swarm around in my head. Questions like, "what if my mom dont like him? What if my dad object?" threaten my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Im going crazy every night with this questions keep on popping in and out of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to face my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;What if this joyous moment of finally meeting the one ended abruptly?&lt;br /&gt;What if his parents dont agree as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can already see the issue that we are going to face in the future.&lt;br /&gt;That Im not allow to ride on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;A number one rule my mom set for me.&lt;br /&gt;Since we are seriously thinking of getting engaged next year, I should told him what my mom approve and disapprove.&lt;br /&gt;This topic has always been a barrier between me and Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent heard from him since I told him that.&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling myself that he might be asleep as it was already late at night and he has to wake up early tomorrow for his appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling him, but he never pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling restless that I couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough Im feeling a bit under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough i cant sit straight due to the pain on my right hip.&lt;br /&gt;But still I try to be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Dear will message me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Still got a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, being the second child in the family is difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033930091485498175-246491697691759069?l=issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/246491697691759069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-second-child-in-family-is-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/246491697691759069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/246491697691759069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-second-child-in-family-is-not.html' title='The life of a Second Child'/><author><name>iss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05707483267287278627</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-4033930091485498175.post-2745588092073918593</id><published>2009-02-28T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:20:32.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 march 2009</title><content type='html'>Eventhough only two months has pass since a new year, somethings has been looking up for me. Especially my personal life..&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I found the one.&lt;br /&gt;Real one this time.&lt;br /&gt;Where Im comfortable eating with, shopping with, be my cute self with.&lt;br /&gt;I cant do any of those with my exes but surprisingly im able to do it with him.&lt;br /&gt;I know him as a friend for a year now, but close for almost 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Get together for almost a month. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;He is everything that I want in a partner.&lt;br /&gt;He is caring, understanding, patient.&lt;br /&gt;When my ex couldnt be bothered about the rumors circulating around me, he, the current boyfriend, has gotten angry and even kick my side counter when he thought that he couldnt do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;He was there when I was crying my eyes out the first time the rumors hit me bad.&lt;br /&gt;And he was also there where I cry after my First Assistant Manager told me that all my hard work and time wasnt being appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Even when Serene told me to start writing my resignation letter, he was there consoling me and wiping the tears on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to quit my current job, coz he couldnt bare it if someone hurt me, coz it hurt him even more.&lt;br /&gt;And he cant stand it if I cry either.&lt;br /&gt;He will start searching for a new job for me every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im sooooo happy for him coz he got accepted to Police Force..&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;So proud of my darling...&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be this happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he erm, sort of propose to me today..&lt;br /&gt;He told me whether I want to get engaged next year.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why that question..&lt;br /&gt;I told whether is my reason part of it?&lt;br /&gt;I did told him before that I plan to get engaged at 24, married at 26.&lt;br /&gt;Now I turning 23 in one months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said part of the reason is that.&lt;br /&gt;Only when I say yes, did he say he got accepted..&lt;br /&gt;Love you darling, with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;But please be patient with me coz I can be dense at times and erm clumsy as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033930091485498175-2745588092073918593?l=issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2745588092073918593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-march-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/2745588092073918593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033930091485498175/posts/default/2745588092073918593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issfallingintopieces.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-march-2009.html' title='17 march 2009'/><author><name>iss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05707483267287278627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
