<?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-7162789</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:02:50.515+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Utmost For His Highest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-114974929664311107</id><published>2006-06-08T11:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:48:16.646+05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Table Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You undoubtedly felt awkward the first time you had to learn which fork to use. But with that knowledge you can enter any dining experience with confidence. The same is true when you dine at God's table. At first it seems difficult. But learning the right manners makes it possible for you to be in any situation and please the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table manners at God's table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have to do your own chewing. Too many Christians expect God to take out a spoon and dish up the blessing for them. He is supposed to place it in our mouths, work our jaws to chew it up, and help us swallow it. We want God to do everything. The fact is that you have responsibility in God's sovereign world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Accept the seating. God has a place for you - in Him - that far outweighs anything the pleasures of this life have to offer. The fleshly, carnal attitudes of your world will be a constant source of contention in this life. But God calls you to sit in His kingdom, not in the world. Satan will try to convince you to take a lesser seat, that those serving God have more time, money, or talent than you. He wants you to measure flesh against flesh. Don't listen to him. Sit in the seat of inheritance that God has waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finish the meal. John 3:16 tells us, God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son. Some believe that because God has already come and died for the sins of the world, they don't have to do anything else. However, it's important to finish the phrase regarding man's responsibility: whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. You must come to Him in order to receive the forgiveness that He purchased for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Read the menu. You must spend time reading what God has prepared. Read your Bible, meditate on the Word. It will give you strength and illumination according to God's plan for your life. It will keep you on course and remind you of your responsibilities in order to fulfill the plan of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Count the fruit. If you are not willing to bear fruit for Him, then He is not obligated to answer your requests, even if you ask things in His name. Jesus declares, Everything that the Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away (John 6:37). The Holy Spirit inspires us to go to Jesus and do what He asks of us. His sovereignty makes the first move toward us, but because He gave us free will, we must move toward Him as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114974929664311107?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114974929664311107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114974929664311107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974929664311107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974929664311107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/06/gods-table-manners.html' title='God&apos;s Table Manners'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114974917937825726</id><published>2006-06-08T11:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:46:19.380+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candy Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A candy maker wanted to make a candy that would be a witness, so he made the Christmas Candy Cane. He incorporated several symbols for the birth, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began with a stick of pure white hard candy. White to symbolize the Virgin birth and the sinless nature of Jesus, and hard to symbolize the Solid Rock, the foundation of the Church, and the firmness of the promises of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candymaker made the candy in the form of a "J" to represent the precious name of Jesus, who came to earth as our Savior. It could also represent the staff of the "Good Shepherd" with which He reaches down into the ditches of the world to lift out the fallen lambs who, like all sheep, have gone astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that the candy was somewhat plain, the candymaker stained it with red stripes. He used three small stripes to show the stripes of the scourging Jesus received by which we are healed. The large red stripe was for the blood shed by Christ on the cross so that we could have the promise of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the candy became known as Candy Cane, a meaningless decoration seen at Christmas time. But the meaning is still there for those who "have eyes to see and ears to hear." I pray that this symbol will again be used to witness To The Wonder of Jesus and His Great Love that came down at Christmas and remains the ultimate and dominant force in the universe today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114974917937825726?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114974917937825726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114974917937825726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974917937825726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974917937825726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/06/candy-maker.html' title='The Candy Maker'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114974889669285103</id><published>2006-06-08T11:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:41:36.693+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got home just in time last night for Project Runway. I was watching it over my fishball noodles supper. Yes, I am a big sinner for my night indulgence! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, this episode was great. Oh, designing clothes for Barbie! My childhood playmate for the longest time. What a unique challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite design is short skirt in gorgeous baby blue. The model looks extremely dolly in that outfit. Alas, this is not the winning piece. But the winner really win hands down. The colour co-ordination is great with rainbows of colours yet not gaudy. The model looks cheery and funky! As for the design that got kicked out, it's understandable. The jacket look so granny with gold buttons. The dress is even worse with patchwork of funny orange little flowers. Totally off for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am enjoying it and hope the next episode will be even more entertaining.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114974889669285103?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114974889669285103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114974889669285103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974889669285103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974889669285103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/06/project-runway.html' title='Project Runway'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114974794560717558</id><published>2006-06-08T11:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:26:51.883+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am feeling cold now despite the shawl I had on. It's all quiet here and Faith is already in her dreamland. So fast, today is Thursday! Tomorrow will be the busy Friday, I supposed so if nothing goes wrong. Gotta pick up the keys to the new flat provided the money is credited into the account already. I am keeping my fingers crossed on this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get a new phone since I saw one I fancied. But I just can't make up my mind yet. The wishy washy virus is attacking my brain again. Looking back, I feel that the older my folks are, the more paranoid they have become. I wonder has this got to do with age or what?! Dad wanted to apply for the utility of the new flat nad Mum is halfway through her packing. Mind you, they keys are not in our hands now. Worse of all, Mum's nagging had been increasingly more and the sessions getting longer as the new flat is approaching. I think she is suffering from "shifting anxiety". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, am I excited about it? Not really, considering I am moving to a relatively new area. When I say new, I mean more hassle to getting to other places especially food venues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign... I am suffering from "shifting depression". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114974794560717558?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114974794560717558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114974794560717558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974794560717558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114974794560717558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/06/cold-thursday.html' title='Cold Thursday'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114968190795696815</id><published>2006-06-07T16:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:05:07.956+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My day so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brought Maggie for a walk. She had so much poo which is understandable for two days accumulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had a nice bath. But the sunny weather brought sweat all over me real soon. Sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Changed my blog template. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Prepared my Saturday teaching stuff. Thanks to Faith for helping out on item 3 and 4 above. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Had chicken rice for dinner. It was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Overdosed on potato chips today! I am a "sinner" for breaking off my water-melon diet. Must repent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Got a big scare from Xiao Hua (lizard) as I saw him on the toilet wall. Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Got a little headache now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114968190795696815?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114968190795696815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114968190795696815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114968190795696815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114968190795696815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-day.html' title='Another Day...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114957690249234570</id><published>2006-06-06T11:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:55:02.506+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Update Of Me :)</title><content type='html'>I have been "MIA-ing" thanks to the computer that crashed long time ago. Until now, I have not smell a single scent of possible resurrection. Wonder how long will it takes? Anyway, here's a little rundown of what has been happening to me over the time I have not been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I lost my handphone while shopping at Sun Plaza. I also can't recall how I lost it. So I have been using my sister-in-law handphone. If you SMS me and I asked who are you, you know why now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't believe it! I actually won a prize in a lucky draw. Oh, I was browsing Cleo December 2005 issue and out of fun, I SMS in to take part in a Bodynits contest. I have long forgotten about it till one white envelope arrived in my mailbox last month. I gave the prized bag to Mum and saved the $10 shopping voucher for myself. Ke! Ke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My current flat is sold and the process is completed. Keys collection to the new flat will take place within these few days. Based on conservative estimation, I should be moving in by mid July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have managed to memorize the new address. Actually half of it. I am still struggling with the unit no and postal code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have picked up jogging again and my heels hurt sometimes after I do so. Wonder if I have got heelspur? Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I had just finished reading a book entitled "Perfect Match" by Jodi Picoult. It's a nice read on a mother who takes justice into her own hands when she finds out that her son is being sexually abused. The end has a twist to it which still left me go "What!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am currently reading a book entitled "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown. He is a good suspense writer who knows how to keep you chasing for the truth. My advice is read it with an open mind and take it as a non-fiction book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have resumed my water melon diet. Let me elaborate you on it. It simply means instead of snacking on junk food, I replaced it with water melon. It's really good! I get a good dosage of healthy fibre and water at the same time. The best part it is fat-free and you feel really full eating it. Hence, you don't overeat at meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I discovered a good and cheap sheet mask at Watsons. The brand is Purederm and it is sold one sheet per pack. I tried the Anti-Aging Collagen Mask which replenishes and hydrates. Well not really suitable for oily skin because it may be a little too sticky after you removed it. Put it in the fridge before you use it and it will be wonderfully refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Face Shop nail polishes are better than the ones sold at Missha. Reason 1 - It is cheaper at $2.50 per bottle. Reason 2 - It is easier to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The last and best part of my update. I will be doing my packing for the new flat soon. Hence, I will be giving away my stuff totally FREE. Books, magazines, clothes, shoes etc... I will update on this once I had them in good order my categories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114957690249234570?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114957690249234570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114957690249234570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114957690249234570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114957690249234570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/06/latest-update-of-me.html' title='Latest Update Of Me :)'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114465418575578764</id><published>2006-04-10T12:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:29:45.756+05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Am God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Humans will spot the same one inch overall hair cut. This hair is sweat, dirt, fire and water proof. Ditch that shampoo, conditioner, gel, wax, spray and serum. No more bad hair days!!! To add on, the hair colour will change according to seasons. I mean fashion seasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Women will have the same bust size. No long queues at the lingerie changing rooms. And you will never end up buying the wrong size too. Ke! Ke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Humans will have blue eyes, blue skin and blue nails. I am a blue lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tears will be a form of good DIY medicine. You can apply it for mosquito’s bites, burns, cuts. Alternatively, you can drink it to ease diarrhea or food poisoning. Cry if you are sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fart will be odorless. You shall still hear it for fun sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The sun rays will never spots your skin. Ditch the sun screen lotion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating chocolates will be as good as eating veggies. A new yummy form of health supplement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Veggies shall all be green in color. No more purple brinjals, yellow pumpkins and white cauliflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Underground roots like carrots, tapiocas and groundnuts will emerge from ground automatically once ripe. This saves the hassle of digging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Humans will live in mushroom shaped cottages and wear white pants and caps. Yes, I am a smurf Goddess!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114465418575578764?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114465418575578764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114465418575578764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114465418575578764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114465418575578764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-i-am-god.html' title='If I Am God'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-114465408346987772</id><published>2006-04-10T12:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:28:03.480+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today is a bit different from other Mondays. No more CSS! Sobs!!! I am suffering from CSS withdrawal symptoms which include excessive yawning, tearing and moodiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad Monday! Arggh! Monday is always the bad start. First, it is the bad start working day. Secondly, more patients in the hospitals drop dead. This is true from a survey. I am not kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to Wednesday. Wednesday is Movie day!!! (skipping around in excitement) Oh ya, I have to sms the two cousins to confirm the timing for the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best crap I received during the weekend was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Faith has this sneaky habit of pinching from Terry’s dog snacks especially the chocolates and fries. Teck Seng added if she actually made Caesar sandwich too! Ha! Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Yangzhou fried rice from Far East Plaza is bland beyond description. Please over dose the rice with lots of green chilli and soya sauce for your own seasoning. The conclusion “I can cook better!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114465408346987772?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114465408346987772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114465408346987772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114465408346987772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114465408346987772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114412367991498017</id><published>2006-04-04T08:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:07:59.916+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I know why I can't print that letter yesterday. The printer is out of ink. What great timing! Sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic for discussion over Class 95 FM was one-night stand. A survey was conducted and 90% of women responded it was done out of desperation or drunknesses. For me I believed it's both. Desperation leads to drinking and followed by drunkeness and you know...Tsk tsk tsk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the weather is really stuffy now. I didn't go for the jog. The procastionation bug bited me this morning while I was in bed. If the weather is fine this evening, I may just do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...here's a summary of what I ate yesterday. Just for tracking sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakfast : A mug of milo &lt;br /&gt;2. Lunch: KFC O.R fillet burger meal set with whipped potato and pepsi&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner: Maggi instant porridge&lt;br /&gt;4. Supper: Two chicken wings, a mug of milo, some grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I got to leave out devouring chicken today. But I had a chicken bun this morning. Oops, too late! Oh ya, I had better finished up the pears in the fridge before they start to rot. What should I have for lunch? Let's see1 But definitely no veggies for me. I am a meat lover!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114412367991498017?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114412367991498017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114412367991498017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114412367991498017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114412367991498017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114403974313297169</id><published>2006-04-03T09:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:49:03.163+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I listened to Class 95 FM this morning and the topic pornography was discussed. Surprise! Surprise! Many find that it is ok to watch porn. Some couple even watched it together to spice up their sex life. I hope there was no S &amp; M contents involved. Oops! Sad to say, addiction to pornography leads to increasing crime rate like murder, rape, child abuse, molest etc. My, my, my...shake head!!! The world is getting worse each day. Sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to type that letter to HDB today. Alas, I can't print it out. Arggh, the printer is having Monday blues!!! Never mind, I will try later. Moving house is really a hassle. I have not start packing yet. I don't know what to do with those unwanted but fairly new stuff. Let's see how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away from 2 days and Maggie smells so horrible. She needs a bath! But before that I have to eat my lunch first. Sembawang is such a bad place for good food. I can see myself losing weight gradually. The only good thing is it is quieter. No screaming kids and Aunties talking with surround sound high pitched volume. The neighbourhood is clean too. I like the park but going there to jog can kill me. I need to walk half an hour (my speed not Angela's) to get there. The other time, I saw a few old folks brisk walking plus a few ladies doing yoga at a corner. I will try the tracks tomorrow. I discovered the park during my jog last week. Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time for lunch! I am hungry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114403974313297169?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114403974313297169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114403974313297169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114403974313297169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114403974313297169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114403849712548138</id><published>2006-04-03T09:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:55:51.050+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am so sad that Geraldine didn't get into the finals for CSS last night. Sobs!!! She lost by 2.2% of the votes only. This is such a waste. Sign....................&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad that she did well for her performance. I enjoyed her songs.Smses between Dawn and me were flying all over while the show was on. I bet Pasir Ris was flooded last night with someone's drool. Hee! Hee! Hee!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner deserves the champion title. Good performance for Zhiyang! He saved our national pride. Phew! I was so scared that the coconut tree from Taiwan will win. No!!! Please!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed two things throughout all the CSS shows. Convent gals really need to go for grooming course. They sat with their legs wide open on national TV. Very ugly! Teresa had this obvious moustache obvious her lips. I guess she needs to go for threading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the conclusion is Geraldine is still the Campus superstar in my heart. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114403849712548138?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114403849712548138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114403849712548138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114403849712548138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114403849712548138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/04/sobs.html' title='Sobs...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114378946200175394</id><published>2006-03-31T12:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:17:42.013+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer answered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God is IT savvy. Yes, I mean it! I think He read my blog yesterday. I had the best sleep last night. My back ache is so much better today too. Praise the Lord! I am feeling as happy as a lark now. Good sleep can do wonders to your emotions. That is why we have the term “beauty sleep”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a new book now. The author is Fil Anderson and the book is entitled “Running on empty”. I liked this poem the minute I read it. It speaks so well of how much we have advanced to improve our lifestyle. Ironically, our quality of life has been eroded along the way. It reminds me to take time to wait upon the Lord and hear from Him amidst the noise from the crowd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve added years to life, not life to years.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve cleared up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown-aways morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies,&lt;br /&gt;And pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.&lt;br /&gt;It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              -Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114378946200175394?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114378946200175394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114378946200175394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114378946200175394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114378946200175394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer-answered.html' title='Prayer answered!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114369171494298282</id><published>2006-03-30T09:02:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:12:50.536+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last night, Maggie had a freak accident. Thinking of it now still gives me the creeps. She was happily playing by herself in the living room and suddenly it happened. She kept running around the living room and kitchen. Nothing unusual, huh? But there were traces of blood stain all over the floor! I panicked and chased after her. After a short chase and with the help of my brother, I caught her and inspected her worriedly. Oh my goodness, her paw was bleeding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night, I played nurse where my brother played the maid. I cleaned up Maggie's wound and he mopped the blood stained floor. Maggie had tears in her eyes. Poor Maggie, she must be in pain. But an hour or so, she resumed her happy self again. You know why, I gave her dog treats for supper. (Actually, I did it to distract her from begging me for my pack of Twisties.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I still don't know what caused her injury. It seemed to be a cut but there were two punctured tinly dots. I suspected it might be the little spider I saw in the living room at noon. maybe Maggie stepped on it and it attacked her.&lt;br /&gt;What a freaky night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114369171494298282?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114369171494298282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114369171494298282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369171494298282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369171494298282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/runaway-dog.html' title='Runaway Dog'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114369086879206120</id><published>2006-03-30T08:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:01:28.123+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Gifts</title><content type='html'>Over the years I have accumulated gifts on all sorts of occasions and non-occasions. These are the few that left me deep impression for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Transformer toy car&lt;br /&gt;I got this gift in my 1st Christmas gift exchange in the youth group. It was from Nicholas. When I opened the gift, I don’t know to laugh or to cry. I still remember the car was gold in colour. Right now, it is sitting proudly inside the living room display cabinet. What “fond” memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remote control toy dog&lt;br /&gt;Again, I got this gift on another Christmas gift exchange. Yes, in the youth group too! We were all gathered at the BBQ pit below parsonage happily opening our gifts. It took me a few seconds to see clearly what was on my hands due to the poor lighting. I really can’t believe it. It happened to me again! The giver was Edgar and he was laughing away. I still have this gift. It is now sitting on top of my cabinet for future vengeance purpose. Maybe for Edgar’s next child, I will give it to him/her for Christmas. I will tell the kid “This is what your Daddy gives to me during Christmas years ago!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jenny Bridal Doll&lt;br /&gt;I got this gift from Constance during Christmas. This time, it was a pleasant surprise. She was so meticulous. I only told her once I liked the dolls from this Jenny brand. I really loved the doll! It is kept together with item two mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Soft toy tortoise&lt;br /&gt;This toy was really unique and lovable. I am a sucker for tortoise and was really thrilled to own it. Faith got this gift from me from Taiwan as a birthday gift. It was so cute and the best part was the shell was detachable from the body. I named it “Xiao Fei Ge” or you can call it “Brother Fei”. It is now lying on my bed accompanying me to bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pink rabbit soft toy&lt;br /&gt;I got this gift when I was sixteen from a classmate on Valentine’s Day. He turned up at my work place after my knock off time and passed to me. I was shocked beyond words when I received it from him. The rabbit looks a bit weird but the gesture was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Purple soft toy bear&lt;br /&gt;This was a birthday gift from the youth. It looks really cute with its purple fur. There was one flaw though. One of the legs was slanted probably due to poor quality control. Anyway, I named it “Jiao Wai Wai” which means slanted leg. I can’t remember where I put it. But for sure, it is still in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tortoise birthday card&lt;br /&gt;I really love this card! It has the picture of a tortoise and a caption “You can run but you can't hide!” and inside it was printed with the big words “Happy Birthday.” This card was received during my 21st birthday and it was fully written by many people. Not a single inch of space could be found! I kept it in my “encouragement” shoe box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Unique CD&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Grace for my birthday. She burned it herself and wrote all the lyrics neatly on a piece of paper. So sweet of her! But sadly when I play it, I can’t hear the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A poem &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this poem was self-composed or written. But it really encouraged me as I was feeling low at that time. Along with it, there was a pencil sketch of Pinocchio. This is also inside my “encouragement box” now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Prescriptive Potion Perfume&lt;br /&gt;This was a belated Christmas gift. This perfume was a limited edition and you can’t find it in the market now. The scent is really unique and the bottle looks elegant too. It’s a normal round bottle with misty white feel and the pump inside is silver in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. White roses&lt;br /&gt;Eleven stalk of roses wrapped in a pretty purple bouquet delivered to my office. They were lovely and white roses are my favourite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114369086879206120?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114369086879206120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114369086879206120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369086879206120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369086879206120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/unforgettable-gifts.html' title='Unforgettable Gifts'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114369079784315353</id><published>2006-03-30T08:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:53:17.843+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless In Singapore</title><content type='html'>Having uninterrupted sleep seems to be an impossible chore for me these days. For the past few nights, I have been like a stick of satay on the BBQ pit. I kept turning and tossing on the bed. Only when I am tired out from these repeated actions, I will doze off. Suddenly, I will wake up after an hour or two for no apparent reason. Then I will repeat the “sataying” action again and dozed off. Then I will wake again. This goes on until morning. I woke up feeling so groggy and a terrible back pain (probably due to all the “sataying”). Help, I can’t survive with 5 hours of sleep each night. God if you are reading my blog on your office desk, please send your “sleep-inducing” angels to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114369079784315353?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114369079784315353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114369079784315353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369079784315353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369079784315353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepless-in-singapore.html' title='Sleepless In Singapore'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114369073414990031</id><published>2006-03-30T08:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:52:14.160+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogging Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The computer “played me out” twice last evening. So you can imagine my frustration typing the same article twice and still unable to post due to sudden shutdown. Listening to 95 FM in the morning was so hilarious. I learnt two things out of the short one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Accidental Inventions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Potato chips&lt;br /&gt;A chef invented it in the 1800s. Apparently, his customer kept rejecting the plate of potato chips being served. The complaint was the chips were too thick and soggy. Out of frustration, the chef sliced the potato really thin and deep fried until crispy. Guess what? It works and the customer liked it. Out of this incident, we have our potato chips today. This is a rare ending for the customer is always right saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Viagra&lt;br /&gt;A company was conducting a research on finding a medicine to ease chest pain. The objective was to increase blood flow to the chest area to alleviate the pain. Halfway through, the research took a twist as experiments carried out increased blood flowing to the private part instead. The research was abandoned and took onto another more profitable direction. Needless to say, it was a million dollar success and Viagra is now selling like mad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114369073414990031?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114369073414990031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114369073414990031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369073414990031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114369073414990031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-blogging-day.html' title='Bad Blogging Day'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114353009194588957</id><published>2006-03-28T12:04:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:14:51.956+05:00</updated><title type='text'>God speaks...</title><content type='html'>Don't forget that I(God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Record your tears on My scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Writes your name on the palm of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Knows the number of hairs on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is never far from you. (In fact, I lives in You!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God for I will yet praise Him, my Saviour and my God." Psalms 42:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sad moments are precious to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Calls me by name when people have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Notices little details of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never forsakes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114353009194588957?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114353009194588957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114353009194588957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114353009194588957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114353009194588957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-speaks.html' title='God speaks...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114352942962965573</id><published>2006-03-28T11:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:03:49.683+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Crapping</title><content type='html'>These are some of the crap we talked over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you sing, your voice must be crispy enough ( crystal clear), for example like Teresa in CCS and without crumbs (can understand the words). The most crumb-ful singer will be Jay Chou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way you sing is like the wind blowing at the coconut tree but it is not moving. This means that you are a "cha tou". You got no groove! This statement comes from me. Yes me!!!  In case it becomes the catch phrase in town, just quote me as the ultimate founder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. John is like the character named Ernest in Brokeback Mountain. Watch the way he talks and you will know what I mean. Oops, this is my personal comment. Don't attack me ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sitting at a bus stop to chit chat is bad for your emotions. You start to envy and shoot off "How I wish my Dad fetch me too!" when you saw people being fetched off by car by car over 2 hours. Ask Faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I have 1000 soldiers and you had 1000 soldiers and we go to war, who do you think will win? Give up? Me! Know why? Because you give up! This is from our dear Ken Ken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114352942962965573?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114352942962965573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114352942962965573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114352942962965573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114352942962965573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-crapping.html' title='Weekend Crapping'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114316965024117193</id><published>2006-03-24T07:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:07:30.256+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I woke up feeling more rested. The reason being I wore pajamas to bed with two blankets to fight the cold of the air-con at the same time. Not bad, I had more sleep. Though I had a blocked nose. But now it's gone. Yipee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really lost track of days. Yesterday I thought today is Thursday. I only realized my wrong after talking to my Mum. Ha! She's not feeling well again. She sounded so bad over the phone. Sign! Probably when your folks grow old, the frequency of falling ill increases too. The sad fact of aging. As if having wrinkles, crow-feet, dry and patchy skin are not enough. Oh anyway, why do I sound so depressed? Maybe because I am aging fast too. Nearer to the day where I will lay inside the chocolate box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can shake leg later and be a TV addict. Alas, the dreaded SMS has to come in to remind me of the meeting tomorrow. My lazy afternoon plan is burnt. I really hate meetings and last minute notice of meeting. If you can see the clenched fist when I got that SMS! Fact is fact, I still have to get my butt working on the stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Maggie smells bad too. I need to give her a bath as well. Might as well bath together with her. I am almost wet when I am done with her all the time. She hates bath. I hate bathing her! What irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made good use of the hot weather yesterday. I actually got down to sweep and mop the floor. The weather plus the core got me sweating. Good exercise to burn those fats! But I think my sinful meals of burger, chicken wings and nasi lemak cancelled the entire burning calories job. Never mind, I will try to fare better on my meals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shan't crap on now. Time to lunch and get to work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114316965024117193?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114316965024117193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114316965024117193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114316965024117193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114316965024117193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114316866468904265</id><published>2006-03-24T07:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:51:04.730+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "He-Man" In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I am home, I am pretty much like a guy. Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sit with my legs on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am tissue-free after meals. I wiped my mouth using the back of my hand. Of course, I did wash my hand after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My hair is tied up in a messy pony tail. I only redo it if the clip is struggling its hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I eat with one leg on the chair like the trishaw ah-pek of olden days. With or without my parents around, I do this act all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I had finished the housework, I will rest on my bed with my sweaty tee. It's a miracle I don't suffer rashes from this sinful act. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't make my bed. If guests are coming, that's another story due to reputation sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lick the brim of the honey bottle when the excess oozed out after pouring. This emphasize my point of being tissue-free. Save the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My idea of cleaning up occurs when I can't find space to put my notes and clothes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I give one word answer when my TV shows are on. "Huh, orh, hmm, yes, no." My mother loves to provoke me to irritation by asking me questions during this time. Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to do the big yawn when I feel like it. *Ah...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114316866468904265?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114316866468904265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114316866468904265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114316866468904265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114316866468904265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-man-in-me.html' title='The &quot;He-Man&quot; In Me'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114309537980821909</id><published>2006-03-23T11:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:33:55.396+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>I copied this test from Jasmine. Here are my answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Snacks I Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;- Preserved plums&lt;br /&gt;- Sapporo veggie chips&lt;br /&gt;- Bourbon chocolate and coffee biscuits&lt;br /&gt;- Nabisco chicken biscuits&lt;br /&gt;- Royce chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs I Know By Heart&lt;br /&gt;- God will make a way&lt;br /&gt;- Take me deeper&lt;br /&gt;- Because He lives&lt;br /&gt;- The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;- There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Would Do With A Hundred Million Dollars&lt;br /&gt;- Build a 24 hours shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;- Air-conditioned non-allergy grass football field in the mall (keep guys occupied)&lt;br /&gt;- Buy plots of land and plant only white roses&lt;br /&gt;- Sponsor 100 poor evangelists&lt;br /&gt;- Lotsa shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favorite TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;- Campus Super Star&lt;br /&gt;- Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;- Smurfs &lt;br /&gt;- Da Chang Jin&lt;br /&gt;- Gummy Bears (extinct!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;- I gobble down my food when I am too hungry&lt;br /&gt;- I slouch&lt;br /&gt;- I'm too impatient&lt;br /&gt;- I never make my bed &lt;br /&gt;- I walk too fast (all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Biggest Joys&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping in JB!&lt;br /&gt;- Being with Maggie&lt;br /&gt;- Able to get a deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Winning prizes&lt;br /&gt;- Getting a new perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Names You Go By&lt;br /&gt;- Rou Rou (all the youth)&lt;br /&gt;- Cheryl (at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Parts of Your Heritage&lt;br /&gt;- Teochew&lt;br /&gt;- Teochew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things That Scare You&lt;br /&gt;- Lizards&lt;br /&gt;- Giant moths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Everyday Essentials&lt;br /&gt;- Eye serum&lt;br /&gt;- Hand cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Are Wearing Right Now&lt;br /&gt;- Blue Baleno tee&lt;br /&gt;- Blue flower print shorts&lt;br /&gt;- White hair clip&lt;br /&gt;- Panda eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Bands or Musical Artists&lt;br /&gt;- Don Moen&lt;br /&gt;- Still Don Moen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want in a Relationship&lt;br /&gt;- Good communication &lt;br /&gt;- Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Truths&lt;br /&gt;- The world is round&lt;br /&gt;- God is everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Physical Things That Appeal&lt;br /&gt;- Nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Clean fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping&lt;br /&gt;- Provoking Maggie&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Really Badly&lt;br /&gt;- Die earlier and go heaven faster&lt;br /&gt;- Haven’t I make it clear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Places You Want to Go on Vacation&lt;br /&gt;- Japan&lt;br /&gt;- Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die&lt;br /&gt;- Choose my burial clothes (moral learnt from Desperate Housewives when Racks has his tie swopped last minute during his funeral)&lt;br /&gt;- Finish all my final instructions to the living to avoid confusion regarding every matters (including who gets my urn of ashes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Ways You are Stereotypically a Chick/Guy&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t need directions &lt;br /&gt;- I don’t need your help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit&lt;br /&gt;- I bear grudges&lt;br /&gt;- I'm am terrible with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Thinking About Now&lt;br /&gt;- My lunch&lt;br /&gt;- Why is it still so hot now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Stores You Shop At&lt;br /&gt;- Mphosis&lt;br /&gt;- Charles and Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two People You Would Like to See Take This Test&lt;br /&gt;- Faith Chia&lt;br /&gt;- John Tay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114309537980821909?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114309537980821909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114309537980821909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114309537980821909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114309537980821909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/ten-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='Ten Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114309073498249793</id><published>2006-03-23T09:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:12:14.996+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God!</title><content type='html'>This week started off pretty well except for my sleep. On Sunday night I learnt the good news that our flat is sold off. Praise God! Now we just have to wait for the time to come to make the move. I have not check out the new area I will be residing soon. But I hope they have three important factors I consider as a good neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheap and good food. Hopefully a coffeeshop in sight at every three bus stops. Of course, a good supermarket nearby is a plus point for me to stock up my instant noodles and other junkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decent neigbours. By that I mean those that will not shuffle mahjong tiles till 4am or couples that squabble loudly along the corridor using outdated phrases like "You love me or not?", "Do you still love me?" or "Are you in love with him/her?". Don't laugh, I had heard umpteen times at my current place. Yes, also wee hours in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buses that arrive at bus stops without more than 15 minutes of waiting. Or else, you will see my angry face boiling mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's hope this move will be a pleasant one. Besides the huge amount to packing I have to do, I still got another thing to do. Start memorising my new address! Heh! Heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad really notes on Maggie. He has already made known to us that the balcony area will be her territory. I had a wicked idea in mind for the extra room. I was thinking of converting it into a walk-in wardrobe room. Time to psycho my parents on this! Best still if the extra room is beside my room, might as well hack down the wall for convenient sake. Ha! Ha! Ha! I am getting excited on this already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114309073498249793?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114309073498249793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114309073498249793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114309073498249793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114309073498249793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-god.html' title='Thank God!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-114308981615340319</id><published>2006-03-23T09:48:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:56:56.163+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening Start....</title><content type='html'>Horrendous sleep pattern last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm - Happily horizontal laid on the bed with my faithful soft toys companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00 midnight - Busy flipping left and right to find the perfect zzz position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.00am - I can't take it anymore. The fan is now keeping me cool enough. Shut the window and on the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30am - I am cool and drifting off to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00am - Woke up suddenly after a weird dream I can't even recall now. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am - Rudely awaken by the four paw Maggie Princess again. Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am - Finally tear myself off bed after a fruitless night of so called sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now suffering from a sniffy nose and constant sneezing. The unwelcome punishment for sleeping in aircon room. But what can I do? It's either bad quality sleep or not sleep at all. Hope tonight will be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-114308981615340319?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/114308981615340319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=114308981615340319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114308981615340319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/114308981615340319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/03/sickening-start.html' title='Sickening Start....'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-113887070205030785</id><published>2006-02-02T13:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:58:22.060+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring CNY...</title><content type='html'>Other than the hongbaos and bah gua, CNY is pretty boring every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I took Maggie for a walk and the whole row of shops are closed. Pretty much like a dead town, huh? Hopefully all shops will open soon else the shopperholic me will be bored to death! Anyway, shopping here has killed my interest somewhat since I discovered JB. Hee, maybe I will pop by there soon to "satisfy" my addiction. Hee! Hee! Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-113887070205030785?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/113887070205030785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=113887070205030785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/113887070205030785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/113887070205030785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring-cny.html' title='Boring CNY...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-113047410788802519</id><published>2005-10-28T09:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:35:07.896+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last pen off. Well, I am suffering from the "lazy to write" symptom. I have been snugging at home with Maggie and chasing my VCDs episodes relentlessly. I managed to finished the third volume yesterday. I will be starting the new volume soon. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, three babes are having their birthdays soon. I am cracking my head thinking what should I get for them. To me the longer the bonding, the harder to buy gifts. You see, you have to wonder what you bought last year, the year before and backdate all the way so that no repetitions of the same gift or the same kind of gifts are given out. Sign...I am so brain dead now. Come to think of it, maybe I can start a birthday account. Every month, a sum of money will giro off from my account to the brithday hunk or babe. Saves me trouble and time huh? But kinda lack sincerity right? See, I told you I am brain dead. What crap I wrote! Ok, time for me to go off now. Till my brain revive, I shall give you my precious "silent is golden" moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-113047410788802519?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/113047410788802519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=113047410788802519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/113047410788802519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/113047410788802519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112365858236853283</id><published>2005-08-10T12:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:23:02.370+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My So-Called Ambitions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I would like to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A hamster. To feel the warm fur as I curled up to sleep and enjoy the satisfaction of storing seeds in my mouth like a fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An eagle. To get the adrenaline rush of diving down from a cliff and swooning up to the blue skies in seconds. Exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Catholic priest. To hear the truthful confession from people and be awed by the sins they had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A squirrel. To enjoy the thrill of the woods by skipping from tree to tree effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paris Hilton. To experience the extravagant lifestyle she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A microscope. To see the nitty gritty details of everything in wide eye view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A lion. To induce fear into animals and people with my roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thumbelina. To eat giant size bar of chocolate and ice cream with my bare hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A witch. To fly on a broom. Cheap and quick transport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A crab. To experience walking sideways and eating with my pincers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A feather. To feel the wind and float around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A pig. To roll on warm mud for a primitive spa indulgence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A burning candle. To experience how it feels to be melted in hot wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A top notch chef. To see people enjoying the food I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A cake in an oven. To experience how it feels to be raised up in inches in minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A panther. To run as fast as I can like nobody business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A thermometer. To feel how hot you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A weighing machine. To see the satisfied or sad faces when people step on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. An antique vase. To have people admiring me intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A man. (Just for a day!) To feel how it is like to have a beard, big hands, hairy legs. Ha!Ha!Ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112365858236853283?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112365858236853283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112365858236853283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112365858236853283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112365858236853283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-so-called-ambitions.html' title='My So-Called Ambitions...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-112365834528246988</id><published>2005-08-10T12:17:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:19:05.290+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumping Into The Enemy</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, my sister-in-law took Maggie for a walk. Suddenly, a gray cat with a dash of white colour across its belly wanted to attack Maggie. My sister-in-law freaked out and yelled loudly. She is scared of cats. Fortunately, the neighbour next door was nearby and she shooed away the cat. All this while, Maggie showed no sign of panic. In fact, she seemed confused by the commotion. What a blur dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had planned to go for a jog. Alas, it started to drizzle instead. So I opted to take Maggie out for a walk downstairs. Upon reaching the void deck, Maggie was happily sniffing around the pillars. From the corner of my eye, I saw something looking at me. I turned around and saw a cat. It was the same cat that tried to attack Maggie earlier. The colour combination of the cat gave away its identity. Grey body with a dash of white across its belly! Ah-ha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I did was to carry Maggie in my arms. Maggie is too silly to detect danger. I don’t want the cat to pounced on her. Then I walked forward to the cat slowly. I was contemplating to raise my foot and give it a good kick. First for revenge and second to frighten it away (forever)! But I relented. Being an unwanted stray cat is very pathetic and it would be too cruel to attack it. Anyway, Maggie did not suffer any physical and emotional trauma the other time. I walked nearer to the cat and scolded “Bad cat, bully Maggie! Next time, cannot do it ok?” I think the cat must have got my message because it looked at me intently and kept “meowing” at me. Probably trying to say sorry?  Then the cat walked away. I walked behind it with quick, stomping steps. The cat got startled. Good, tit for tat! We are quits now! Hopefully, I will never see this cat again. I think the cat must have felt the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112365834528246988?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112365834528246988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112365834528246988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112365834528246988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112365834528246988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/bumping-into-enemy.html' title='Bumping Into The Enemy'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112348709314694319</id><published>2005-08-08T12:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:44:53.533+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debt Free Solutions!</title><content type='html'>1. Don't use "unearned cash" (credit cards) to do your purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Set a monthly budget for your purchases/expenses. Take into account hong baos for weddings, birthday gifts and Giro payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To reduce recurring debt problem, cut your expenses. If you can't afford it, trash it! For example, club memberships and monthly spa indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cut down entertainment expenses. Reduce your pubbing, movie and fine dining habits (creatively). Order pizzas, buy a carton of beer, rent VCD/DVD and invite your friends over your place. You can have your dinner, drinks and movies. Better still, at a lower expense. Of course, make sure you go Dutch with your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Before shopping, write down on a list your purchases and adhere to it strictly. This will eliminate impulse buying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't buy discounted items which you don't use. You will not use them later too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Withdraw the amount of cash you will use weekly. Exercise discipline not to withdraw until the next week. This helps to keep overspending in check. (before it's too late!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112348709314694319?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112348709314694319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112348709314694319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112348709314694319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112348709314694319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/debt-free-solutions.html' title='Debt Free Solutions!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112348584065146825</id><published>2005-08-08T12:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:24:00.653+05:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Beauty Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Nose Mask (Get rid of blackheads)&lt;br /&gt;Beat egg white in a bowl until frothy. Soak a cotton pad into it and squeeze out the excess liquid. Stick the cotton pad over your nose and leave it on for 30 minutes or until cotton pad had turned dry. Peel off the cotton pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hydrating Face Mask (To replenish moisture)&lt;br /&gt;Mix one tablespoon of honey with two tablespoon of oatmeal. Slather the mixture onto your face and leave it on for 30 minutes. Wash off the mixture from your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Moisturizing Hair Treatment (For dry hair)&lt;br /&gt;Pour two tablespoon of olive oil into a small plastic bag. Immerse it over warm water for two minutes. Massage olive oil into hair. Leave it on for thirty minutes and shampoo your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Overnight Leg Treatment (For smoother legs)&lt;br /&gt;Massage in a thick layer of moisturizing body or leg cream over your legs in circular motions. Start from the ankles and work up to the thighs. Use cling wrap and wrap one round over each leg. Go to sleep and remove cling wrap the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Refreshing Eye Mask (Relieve tired and puffy eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Put two teaspoons inside the freezer for an hour. Take them out and wet them slightly with water. Place concave side of both teaspoons over both eyes. Hold it for 2 minutes. Wash your eye area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112348584065146825?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112348584065146825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112348584065146825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112348584065146825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112348584065146825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/diy-beauty-treats.html' title='DIY Beauty Treats'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112348576633343672</id><published>2005-08-08T12:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:22:46.340+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Dream</title><content type='html'>I had this stupid dream a few days back. I thought it would be laugh worthy to share it with you. I dreamt that I was in this auditorium. A normal looking one with rows of seats and a big stage in front. I could still remember I was seated on the second row. Nothing unusual, right? Guess who was seated in the row before me? It was Brad Pitt! He was absolutely gorgeous looking. The next thing happened so quickly that I was a bit taken aback. Jennifer Aniston popped out from nowhere and walked up the stage. She was dressed sexily in a pair hot pants and tight tee. She did not sing or dance or make any tear wrenching speech. She began to do hard selling of a product. There was a PowerPoint slide flashed on the white screen. In fact, there was something wrong with the overhead projector as the slide show shifted awkwardly to find its best position. Now the hilarious part! I saw tears welling up the eyes of Brad Pitt. At this point of time, my dream ended abruptly. I sniggered when I recalled this dream when I was more awake. Probably this golden Hollywood couple went bankrupt and poor Jennifer Aniston had to put down her pride and do hard selling to earn a living. Maybe that’s why Bard Pitt cried! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112348576633343672?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112348576633343672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112348576633343672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112348576633343672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112348576633343672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-dream.html' title='Stupid Dream'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112322586338153728</id><published>2005-08-05T12:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:11:03.383+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday...so far...</title><content type='html'>I am now blogging in a very relaxed state. I got my wet hair bundled up in a blue towel and my face smeared with a green clay mask. I am feeling dreamy too. Looking at me now, you won’t believe the “siong” morning I had. Here’s a run down on what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am – Woke up&lt;br /&gt;8.00am – Brisk walk around a cluster of flats for 4 rounds. Reason: To burn off the calories from last night dinner of fish bee hoon, ice jelly and two fried chicken wings. Very “sinful” huh?&lt;br /&gt;9.00am – Went to NTUC to get some cheese and tomato to make lunch sandwiches. PS: Caught my flushed face reflection in the mirror. Yes, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;9.35am – Was greeted by Maggie’s enthusiasm at the door. She kept wagging her tail and pawing me.&lt;br /&gt;9.40am – Prepared breakfast for Princess Maggie. Procedures: I had to microwave a bowl of chicken meat with carrot and broccoli bits and boil up a huge chunk of chicken liver in another saucepan. When all ingredients were cooked, I had to cut them all up into bite size with a scissors.  I hate this part because my fingers ached. That’s not all! I had to stir in her dog food too. Voila, all done! The worst part is I have not eaten my breakfast yet.&lt;br /&gt;10.00am – Finally finished feeding Maggie. Now my turn to have breakfast. A cup of milo plus my bible and devotion book. Pathetic compared to Maggie’s breakfast, right?&lt;br /&gt;10.30am – Continuation of my workout part two – housework! To sweep and mop the floor.&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm – Finally finished my “workout”!&lt;br /&gt;12.15pm – Tried to do some stretches on the floor. This is challenging because I have Maggie, the spoiler! The moment I laid on the floor, she would come and licked me on my neck, face, ear, hands, and hair. I had to stop because it’s so ticklish until I got goose bumps! Plus giggling too!&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm- Prepared my lunch sandwiches. Bacon, cheese, tomato, chicken and bread all stacked into 2 neat piles and an ice-cold glass of Ribena.  Oops, spilled some sauce as I ate. Argh, my tee is decorated with chilli sauce and Maggie had to lick them. Now with her saliva too!&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm – Time to wash up all the dishes! I love to do this!&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm – A nice bath to clean up my sweat!&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm – Seated comfortably in blogging mode. Maggie is sleeping on the floor beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling sleepy too. That’s all for a simple day in my life (so far)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112322586338153728?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112322586338153728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112322586338153728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112322586338153728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112322586338153728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-fridayso-far.html' title='My Friday...so far...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112322578378380356</id><published>2005-08-05T12:07:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:09:43.790+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend Behind MRT</title><content type='html'>I heard this story from someone else. You might have heard it before. Anyway, I find it read worthy enough to be blog on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Singapore Government decided to construct the Mass Rapid Transport System (MRT), our Senior Minister (at that point of time), Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, consulted a Fengshui master on this matter. The Fengshui Master said that this project would bring bad luck for Singapore. The reason was the underground tunneling work would spoil the prosperity of our nation. If this project goes ahead, Singapore economy will face a downturn. Of course, all Fengshui masters has a solution and this one is no exception. (Or else, you pay them consultation fees for what!). He said that the only solution is for everyone to carry a “Pa Gua” with him or her. Only then, the nation’s Fengshui will not be adversely affected. In case you are wondering what is a “Pa Gua”, it is an eight angled shaped mirror which Taoist believers hang on top of their front doors to ward of evil spirits. (I can hear an enlightened “Oh” from you!) But this is a challenging solution, right? You can’t just pass a law for every Singaporeans to carry a “Pa Gua”. Sound ridiculous, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured all problems are no problem to our dear Senior Minister, Mr. Lee Kuan Yew. As the MRT project was launched, he managed to get everyone to carry a “Pa Gua” unknowingly. You have a “Pa Gua” too! Don’t be surprised. All right, I shan’t keep you in further suspense. (I know you want to bang your keyboard now.) Take a good look at our one dollar golden coin! Don’t you think it looks like a “Pa Gua”? Fascinating, right? I am not sure whether this story is true. It’s up to you to believe it or not!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112322578378380356?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112322578378380356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112322578378380356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112322578378380356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112322578378380356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/legend-behind-mrt.html' title='Legend Behind MRT'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112313896943249925</id><published>2005-08-04T12:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:02:49.440+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Gym Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had never been to gym before. Out of curiosity, I decided to pop into California Fitness with my friend last Friday. What greeted me was the kiddish looking fitness consultant and filling up of a guest form as the procedure. Next, he took me on a short tour around the gym. I saw rows of treadmills and other funny-looking machines etc. Of course, there were lots of “beefcakes” (i.e. muscular men)! Alas, none were handsome! They all looking seriously determined as they did their stuff with the “woo” and “ah” sound. Then there were a few “gu-niang” guys. You can’t help but to notice them. Their very tight fit sports attire and feminine mannerism don’t go well together. Nevertheless, they looked equally seriously determined as they did their stretches on their mats.  Of course, there were the girls. Ranging from Ah-Lian looking teenagers to office workers who came after work and aunties. Yes, don’t be surprised! In fact, they made the most noise whenever they went. I suppose they upgraded from majong kakkis to gym kakkis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing I saw was a bald guy (under the “gu-niang” category) clad in white doing a yoga stunt on a mat. With a loud “ah” sound, he managed to throw his head back while his body lay on the mat. It just reminded me of the zoo show where the seal will balance a ball on its nose. Except for the ball, this guy looked exactly like it! Ha!Ha!Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing room was a different sight altogether. It was really a mixture of noisy din. The sound of gushing water from the shower rooms, the “woo-ing” sound from the hair dryers, girls talking, laughing, giggling, swearing and gossiping. Besides the noise, the visual part was also pretty fascinating. Girls clad in towels walking around, changing out their clothes in front of the lockers (Oops, I accidentally caught sight of some cellulite and fat tummies!) and looking intensely in front of the mirror doing their make-up and hair. In short, this is the girls’ world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knew I was a newbie. I was in tee and shorts. Most of them were in smart looking sports attire like sports tanks, capri pants etc. You know those athletic looking stuff like Niki and Bodynits! Secondly, I looked kinda lost in front of the machines. Thanks to my friend who taught me how to use them or else I will be standing in front of each of them and reading every single instruction label. Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried a few of the machines and they were quite fun. I like the show ski machine best. It really burns the calories faster than the treadmill. I can imagine my satay bee-hoon, chocolates, chips, chicken rice all melted off in a whiff. Ha! Ha! Ha! The amazing part was that I only sweat a little, thanks to the powerful air-conditioning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of workout, it was time to go home. The finale was the best part! I had a nice hot shower. That’s not all! I put on a clay mask and hair conditioner and went into the sauna room. I can do my beauty treatments and relax at the same time. Like the Chinese saying, “kill two birds with one stone”. The end results were smoother hair, better skin and relaxed body (minus some calories). Overall, it a worthwhile trip. Thumbs up for the customer service and facilities!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112313896943249925?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112313896943249925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112313896943249925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112313896943249925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112313896943249925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-1st-gym-experience.html' title='My 1st Gym Experience'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112212703345742395</id><published>2005-07-23T18:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T18:57:13.466+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame FairyTale</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Remember the story of Goldlilock (hope the spelling is right!) and the three bears? As a kid, my Fourth Auntie bought me a hardbound cover book on it. After all these years, I still don’t get the morale of the story. The below are my review after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Isn’t porridge to be eaten piping hot? Why did the bears go out for a walk? I arrived at the conclusion that it was a walk long enough for the porridge to turn cold. You see, Goldlilock could even take a nap on the baby bear’s bed after finishing the porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What role does Goldlilock play? You know, every fairytale has a princess, a wicked stepmother, and a fairy godmother to spice things up. It was only mentioned she was a girl who sneaked out from home to play. Sounds like a rebellious Ah-Lian right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think this fairytale has a hidden concoction. It specifically mentioned that Goldlilock had blond hair? A dumb blond fairytale? There are tell tale signs to suggest so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An extension of point 4. Why is Goldlilock a dumb blond “suspect”? She could have gone to a better place like a majestic palace or beautiful garden. Who in the right mind would dare to walk into a bear home (bears attack humans, you know!), helped herself to the food (might get food poisoning) and fully utilized the chairs and bed (don’t bears smell since they don’t bath daily)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When bears are in shock, they can’t think rationally. As they stumbled upon Goldlilock on the bed, she could run away. I mean bears are huge animals and there are three of them. They could have effortlessly caught her. Guess those bears were totally overwhelmed by the break-in to react and act at the same time. All they did were exclaiming over their porridge, chairs and beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The story just ended abruptly saying Goldlilock ran away. That’s all! For me, I think Goldilock got grounded by her parents for her “sneak away” act. The bears had to order pizzas and buy a new chair at Ikea for Baby Bear. Mother Bear have to change the bedsheet for Baby Bear’s stained by human odour. Father Bear has to ask the Security Company to install the alarm system to prevent another break-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final conclusion: Don’t buy this book for your kids, nieces and nephews! When they grow up, they may blog like me. Ke!Ke!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112212703345742395?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112212703345742395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112212703345742395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112212703345742395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112212703345742395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/lame-fairytale.html' title='Lame FairyTale'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112200960346744641</id><published>2005-07-22T09:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:20:03.473+05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friend-ly" Impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Over the years, there are some friends I vividly remembered for one reason or another. Though I lost contact with some, their acts are firmly embossed in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary four class mate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Timothy Tsu, the Taiwanese student who joined our class during mid-year term. Best known as teacher's pet. I remembered once he had a bleeding nose and asked the teacher for permission to go to the loo. His head was tilted back and a hand cupping below to catch the blood drops. It's no big deal to have bleeding nose right? Probably the heaty weather did the trick! You are wrong! He was too engrossed digging his nose. For his enthusiasm, he torn the wall tissue of his nostrils. The whole class was shocked and amused. The teacher even gave him an advice "Don't dig too deep the next time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sec 4 class mates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ronnie Chin, the bad boy. He was always getting into trouble. Once, he did not pay attention in class and the English teacher scolded him. He stretched his legs in a moment of folly. It exposed a buldge in one of his socks. He had forgotten about the pack of cigarettes he had "hidden" in it. The English teacher got angrier and said why is he so stupid to hide it so carelessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thomas Zhao, the smart alex but lazybone. He wore grey shoes and washed them half yearly using the washing machine. He was from Hong Kong and joined as a a newbie. With him, we are spared from being called by the Chinese teacher to read aloud from text passages. He was always the "suay" one to "kena". The reason being the Chinese teacher wanted him to improve on his pronounciation to get rid of his Catonese accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sally Chou, the petitie girl. I remembered we played musical chair once and she fell flat on the floor to grab a chair. She cried and we had to stop the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sharifah. She had a crush on the Maths teacher. We all knew it. Once the teacher was sitting on one chair and she was sitting next to him in front of the class for a discussion. She got too excited and kept edging over him to ask questions. My Maths teacher was trying very hard not to get to close to her. He shifted the chair to get away, she shifted the chair to get closer. They kept doing it for a few times. We were giggling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous "wet" act:&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and Thomas asked permission from the English teacher to go to the toilet together. They came back all wet. They had a one-to-one fight in the toilet. The English teacher got really mad and scolded them. We tried very hard not to laugh at the two wet clowns standing in front.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112200960346744641?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112200960346744641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112200960346744641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112200960346744641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112200960346744641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/friend-ly-impression.html' title='&quot;Friend-ly&quot; Impression'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112200762340774654</id><published>2005-07-21T11:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:47:03.413+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Make It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This goes out to the rude salesgirl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flabbergasted by your quality of customer service. You came across not only rude but highly unprofessional in the manner you handle situation. You promised to call me when my order is ready. But you never do so. When I called you at the end of the 2 weeks deadline, you told me one of your staff is on leave and the shoes are not ready. (Why didn’t you inform me earlier?) You made another empty promise again. You never called me when the shoes are ready for collection. A month had passed when I called you to inquired. (Are you suffering from STM or what?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collection itself is another big failure. (I don’t know whether you or your office staff is deaf?) The bear I wanted had transformed into a hideous looking man with a duck beak. I told you before without the bear, I don’t want the shoes. You promised you would get the bear. (What happened! Has the bear evolved overnight?) I can’t help but to tell you straight in the face “It’s very ugly!” What a disappointment! I definitely won’t tread upon them on my feet. When I asked you could I just take another pair on the shelf, you said I couldn’t. (You are trying very hard to test my patience.) After checking with the office on my request, you just ignored me and attend to your customers. (You are a water-brained gal using Tiffany’s term!) You had to have me prompt me what’s the conclusion. Your nonchalant “yes” answer got me on my nerves. You spoilt my mood, my day, my sleep and everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you and all staff really cannot make it! For that, I will do an islandwide word of mouth publicity of my above “blood spewing” encounter. Take it as my “utmost appreciation” towards you! As Shakespeare put it so aptly “Hell had no fury like a woman’s wrath.” You asked for it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112200762340774654?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112200762340774654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112200762340774654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112200762340774654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112200762340774654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/cannot-make-it.html' title='Cannot Make It!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112191534510483857</id><published>2005-07-21T08:07:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T08:09:05.110+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What God spoke to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 54: 10&lt;br /&gt;Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord, who has compassion on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I thank You for Your unfailing love. I pray that I will always remember You love me in all circumstances. It’s not how I feel or think that changes Your love for me. Please help me to guard the peace You gave me and not the things of this world replace it. Empower me by Your Holy Spirit and lead me deeper in love with You everyday. In the name of Jesus, I ask and pray. Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;This I know&lt;br /&gt;For the bible tells me so&lt;br /&gt;Little ones to Him belong&lt;br /&gt;They are weak &lt;br /&gt;But He is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me (x3)&lt;br /&gt;For the bible tells me so!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112191534510483857?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112191534510483857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112191534510483857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112191534510483857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112191534510483857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/todays-devotion_21.html' title='Today&apos;s Devotion'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112187050764163425</id><published>2005-07-20T22:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:41:47.646+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to Causeway Point just now. These are the few items I was tempted to make them mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cute night-light with melody sound. Well, you may say what’s so special about it. Wait, I will elaborate! Apart from the melody sound, you can stash potpourri inside and dispense fragrance. Isn’t’ that smart? But the real underlying reason was the cute plastic tortoise attached to the top of the lamp. Kawaii!!! I’m not afraid of dark and I can’t stand a light beaming away throughout the night to disturb my rest. Somemore, the melody adds to the irritating factor. So I bravely walked away from the store. Until I can come up with a good “reason”, I will step in and buy it. Heh! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Black fur twist hair band. You must be wondering what is it? Well it’s a 15 cm fur covered with wire inside. You can use it and twist your hair into a chignon, French twist or a simple ponytail. I will be rebonding my hair soon. So this will end up a piece of chunk on the dressing table. No! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Figure trimmer. I have wanted to get one. But those I saw at Royal Sporting House, Sportslink and even at the Aibi fair are rather expensive. Well, I will continue my hunt for a good bargain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blue glass beads necklace. I bought a bracelet of the same design previously. An addition will make it a good matching set. Alas, one of the beads from my bracelet broke! Maybe not a good idea to get a necklace since it is durable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad my rationality got hold of me and I did not end up with impulse purchases. Phew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112187050764163425?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112187050764163425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112187050764163425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112187050764163425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112187050764163425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/tempted.html' title='Tempted!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112187252364412637</id><published>2005-07-20T20:07:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:27:20.146+05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Revelation</title><content type='html'>I could not get to sleep instantly last night. As usual, I talked to God. This is my "can't sleep yet" habit. I had a good chat with Him. Suddenly it dawned on me that sleeping is very INTERESTING. You actually do it simply by doing NOTHING! You just relax, close your eyes and doze off. That's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what intrigues me most is what happen when we sleep. You know, nervous wrecks are lousy sleepers! They lay on bed and worry till daybreak. When dawn creeps in, they long to close their eyes for a nap. When night falls, the vicious cycle happens all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great deal of things have to be taken care by God and His angels. We just have to trust God and His "heavenly team" to do a good job. We can't handle it. Just state some examples to convince you! We can't splash pellets of rain at different regions, colour co-ordinate the rainbow for an awesome splash over the sky and schedule the time table for the sun and moon to "clock in and clock out." Oh, what about the galaxy? Making sure that each planets spin in correct directions and angles. Any degree slanted, we will melt like wax or freeze to death! What about the ocean waves, dews at dawn etc... The list is really very LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this string of words, can you still sleep tonight? Or are you fretting that the sky will drop on you? Leave it to the care of the Maker and be in for a surprise at dawn! The sun will be out and the birds will chirp and of course, Mars will not crash onto Earth! Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I forgot when I fell asleep last night. But I know God took care of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112187252364412637?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112187252364412637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112187252364412637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112187252364412637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112187252364412637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-revelation.html' title='New Revelation'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112187093169642030</id><published>2005-07-20T19:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:48:51.696+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do U Noe???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These lyrics just rang in my mind today. It used to be a song for a Lawman jeans advertisment(donkey years ago). I am curious what’s the song title and who’s the singer. If you know, can you tell me? Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some lyrics (that I can best remembered):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer to my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;You are the angel from above&lt;br /&gt;I was so lonely till you came to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112187093169642030?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112187093169642030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112187093169642030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112187093169642030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112187093169642030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-u-noe_20.html' title='Do U Noe???'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112176874741203629</id><published>2005-07-19T15:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:25:47.413+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Expiry" Period For...</title><content type='html'>I am listing these items down for my convenience of the next stock-in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hair - 6 months (for a trim and rebonding)&lt;br /&gt;2. Foundation - 3 months &lt;br /&gt;3. Flip flops - 1 year (good pair)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleanser - 1 month&lt;br /&gt;5. Shampoo &amp; conditioner - 6 months&lt;br /&gt;6. Hair serum - 6 months&lt;br /&gt;7. Eye gel - 6 months&lt;br /&gt;8. Hand cream - 3 months&lt;br /&gt;9. Toothbrush - 4 months&lt;br /&gt;10. Perfumes - 1 year (frequent use)&lt;br /&gt;11. Nail polish - 6 months&lt;br /&gt;12. Moisturizer - 6 months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112176874741203629?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112176874741203629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112176874741203629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112176874741203629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112176874741203629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-expiry-period-for.html' title='My &quot;Expiry&quot; Period For...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112176815567320852</id><published>2005-07-19T15:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:15:55.673+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Ate For Today...So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, my brain is rather dead now. So no fresh ideas! Well, thought it would be good to list down what I had eaten from morning till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A mug of milo&lt;br /&gt;2. A KFC zinger burger without cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 packs of Mamee&lt;br /&gt;4. 6 glasses of water&lt;br /&gt;5. 4 Scotts cod liver oil capsules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my list, item 2 and 3 looks really unhealthy. I am glad I didn't snack on chocolates. (Phew!) Or else the list will look really BAD! Ok, no more burger and Mamee for tomorrow! Probably I will make a nice sardine sandwich, ham and chicken sandwich or tuna sandwich(whatever comes to my mind!). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I shall drink 2 more glasses of water to make it to the ideal water consumption of 8 glasses per day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112176815567320852?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112176815567320852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112176815567320852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112176815567320852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112176815567320852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-i-ate-for-todayso-far.html' title='What I Ate For Today...So Far'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112174383615716651</id><published>2005-07-19T08:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:05:46.356+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's Nagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Mum always nags at me for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Loading clothes into the washing machine and pouring in Dynamo over them. She said I should pour in Dynamo first, let the washing machine swirled for three times (to mix up Dynamo in the water) and put in the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang drying pants pegged in the middle of the bamboo pole. She said I should peg them at the extreme left or right corners instead. It is bad luck to walk under the pants, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not closing the door promptly after I enter into the house. Thieves might jump in on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Having too many soft toys on my bed. She said I should stash some away. No way for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Not drinking her painstakingly brewed herbal soups. She said they can expel poison (who did that?!), brighten my eyes (my dark eye rings are a bigger problem, ahem!) and strengthen my aching legs (less shopping will do the trick!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Safety precautions! She said I should ensure that the door is closed, gate is pad locked and nobody sneaky is in sight when I go out. This is passed down from her dear Mum, my grandmother! She said the same thing (exactly but in teochew) too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not doing enough housework. She said that as a girl I ought to do them. If I get married and don’t know how to do, I will be in big trouble. Oh well, she forgets I am a good trainer. I will train my husband to do it. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleeping with my wet hair! She said I should dry them before I sleep. Or else I will get wind in my head (tou feng). Good, my brain is cooler with the wind. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Not drinking enough water. She will always give me a glass to gulp down. Instant water parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleeping too much. She said the more I sleep the more tired I will feel. So she always wakes me up when she wakes. But ask me not to disturb her when I wake her up. Double standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Crossing over my brother’s books and schoolbag. She said this is bad luck and my brother might become stupid and cannot study well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Using the dry paper wipes broom. She said I should sweep the floor first using the “traditional” broom first before using the dry paper wipes broom. Huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112174383615716651?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112174383615716651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112174383615716651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112174383615716651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112174383615716651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/mums-nagging.html' title='Mum&apos;s Nagging'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112174370870640966</id><published>2005-07-19T08:27:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:28:28.713+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's Worst Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Last night, my brother’s friend brought his Jack Russell to visit us. Maggie was so excited that she pounced on Dopey (that’s the Jack Russell name) the moment he entered in. Dopey must had been shocked at this overwhelming welcome gesture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed suit was even funnier. Wherever Dopey went, Maggie tagged behind closely. Suddenly, Maggie began to do her “lion dance” and started to prance and jumped about in a comical way. (She always does this when she is angry.) Perhaps she was angry at Dopey’s cold attitude towards her. Next, she rushed towards Dopey to challenge him for a fight. Dopey flared up and gave a loud fierce bark. Maggie was stunned and retreated back. She plopped on the floor as if to say she conceded defeat. We had a good laugh over this act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, male dogs are quite friendly towards Maggie. But not Dopey, I guess! Maggie got even more upset after losing the fight. I can understand why. For the rest of the night, Dopey sat around with his back facing Maggie. Well, it’s in his genes! Dopey is the anti-social kind. Maggie must have felt hurt! Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night where four of us kept calling Dopey’s name and playing with him, Maggie sunk into despair. She hid under the bed and cried. Jealousy, hurt, rejection and defeat all oozed out in her tears! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Maggie don’t ever want to see Dopey again. We took a picture of them sitting together. The posture spelt it out loud and clear. Their faces were in repelling directions. Dopey faced towards the left and Maggie faced towards the right. There was an awkward gap between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arch enemies made in a night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112174370870640966?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112174370870640966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112174370870640966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112174370870640966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112174370870640966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/maggies-worst-night.html' title='Maggie&apos;s Worst Night'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112166162608195200</id><published>2005-07-18T09:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:40:26.086+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Don't Understand About Men</title><content type='html'>1. With deodorants and cologne, why do they smell bad easily?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why they never ask for directions when lost?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why they get drunk when they are happy or upset?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why their moustache grow back so fast?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why they like cars and soccer?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why they afraid of woman who cry?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why they are good at fixing spoilt electrical applicances?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why they never say sorry?&lt;br /&gt;9. Why they fart shamelessly in public? (Some laugh over it)&lt;br /&gt;10. Why they make good hairstylists, make-up artists and fashion designers?&lt;br /&gt;11. Why they like X-box and other computer games?&lt;br /&gt;12. Why they eat so fast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112166162608195200?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112166162608195200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112166162608195200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112166162608195200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112166162608195200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-i-dont-understand-about-men.html' title='What I Don&apos;t Understand About Men'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112166057741685872</id><published>2005-07-18T09:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:25:04.383+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Exercises</title><content type='html'>I read this from a newspaper cutting. Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shape thighs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get two pieces of towels or rags and fold them into squares. Put each feet into them. Then do moping actions using the strength of your lower body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose fats around thighs:&lt;br /&gt;Stand with your back facing the wall. The distance should be about a normal book length. Stretch your hands behind your back and place them on the wall. Slowly bend down to knee height without moving your hands. Using the strength of your lower body, lift up your legs again. Do 12 times daily. Do 18-20 times for elephant thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose fats around tummy:&lt;br /&gt;Tear a tissue paper into half. Place the tissue onto a book. Hold the tissue down with your thumb. Using the strength from your diaphgram, blow at the tissue. Slowly release your thumb as you blow. If you are using enough strength, the tissue will remain on the book. Do 5 to 8 times daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112166057741685872?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112166057741685872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112166057741685872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112166057741685872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112166057741685872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/simple-exercises.html' title='Simple Exercises'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112165839487113288</id><published>2005-07-18T08:44:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:11:38.963+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Movie Tips</title><content type='html'>It just stopped raining and the whole bedroom is dark and cold. Except for the light from the computer screen, everything just suggests “night”. But nope! Its only ten plus in the morning. Now what shall I write on? Probably this will be an interesting topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cue From Infernal Affairs (Wu Jian Dao) to make a successful movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gorgeous cop undercover acted by charming Tong Leung. He just has this “Ooh, hao shuai!” effect despite his rogue look of messy hair and stubbles around his chin. This “bad boy” image is really drooling worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Handsome triad undercover acted by Andy Lau. A totally different kind of “shuai” from Tony Leung. Nevertheless, his clean-cut look got him away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretty Sammi Cheung. For a start, she is a good actress and just a flower vase. Looks compatible with Andy Lau on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Triad leader acted by shortie Zeng Zhiwei is most suitable. He won’t be handsome enough to steal limelight from the lead and we can’t wait to see him die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Triad members. The most important thing is that they look convincing as baddies and of course carries the triad uniform (black suits) nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pretty Chen Hui Ling aka Kelly. Andy has got Sammi. How could we forget a gal for Tony to spice things up? She fits the bill with her serious psychiatrist look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cars. A cop can be pushed over the building top to land on it and a triad member can die in it. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guns. Yes, need I say more? To shoot, inflict pain and kill. Blood spluttering scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The lift. Recall the final scene? Andy just stepped out and said, “I am a cop.” Never underestimate its use for a short and sweet ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112165839487113288?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112165839487113288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112165839487113288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112165839487113288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112165839487113288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/successful-movie-tips.html' title='Successful Movie Tips'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112165827729449115</id><published>2005-07-18T08:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T08:44:37.296+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks=Sleepless Nites</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a horrible night of sleep. Now my sleep debt is piled up sky high and my eye rings are getting darker and darker. Sign! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the imitation of the national treasure of China soon. (Read: Panda) Don’t catch me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some deep thoughts, I had arrived to this conclusion. I can’t drink or else I will lose my sleep. Reflecting back, these are the drinks I had taken before my sleep previously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chivas mixed with Pokka green tea &lt;br /&gt;2. Choya mixed with Pokka green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought alcohol is strong enough to “cancel” the awakening effect green tea has on me. No, I am so wrong. No more drinks for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112165827729449115?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112165827729449115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112165827729449115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112165827729449115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112165827729449115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/drinkssleepless-nites.html' title='Drinks=Sleepless Nites'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112165821713283460</id><published>2005-07-18T08:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T08:43:37.136+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Devotion</title><content type='html'>Title: The Tongue&lt;br /&gt;Text: James 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 5 “Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 6 “The tongue id also a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 8 “But no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Father, I thank You for Your Word on the tongue. There are times I had used it in a non-edifying manner. Please forgive me! I pray that You will help me to tame my tongue. I ask that Your Holy Spirit help me in my speech. I will learn to exercise self-control and not to say things that I will regret in my angry moments. To always use the tongue to encourage and heal. I commit myself into Your hands. In the name of Jesus, I ask and pray. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came into my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s Take Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s take time to wait upon the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take time to listen to His voice&lt;br /&gt;Unless the Lord builds the house&lt;br /&gt;We labor in vain&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take time to wait upon the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112165821713283460?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112165821713283460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112165821713283460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112165821713283460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112165821713283460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/todays-devotion.html' title='Today&apos;s Devotion'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112143470099585472</id><published>2005-07-15T18:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:38:20.996+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daze Day</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a walk with Maggie. Its so good to take a walk especially when the weather is windy after the rain. You get what I mean? Logged onto my email and wanted to print feedback forms. Alas, after so many times of shut down and restart, the printer refused to work. Finally my last try, it works! Sadly, there's no ink! I still have to sms for SOS! Thanks to Dawn,my saviour for the day! Hee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to read some blogs and found some good "catches". John's song on girls don't like boys only car and money is quite true. Material girl as Madonna put it so well in her song! Aaron's funny court sentences cheered up my boring morning! I looked forward to more tickling bones humour from him! You go man, write on! Dawn had such a good time in school, great for her! I guess she had a hard time with a pal looking from the tagboard? Hope the storm will blow over soon! Ok,what should I do now? I was thinking of giving Maggie a good bath? Maybe I will just do that! Then probably paint my nails (if I am in the mood), watch my favourite show "Guess, Guess, Guess" and retire for the night! That's it, folks! Good night and sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news for the day: I had finished my eye cream! Sobs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112143470099585472?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112143470099585472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112143470099585472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112143470099585472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112143470099585472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-daze-day.html' title='My Daze Day'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112140019697332492</id><published>2005-07-15T09:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:19:31.323+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Behind a man who failed, there is more than one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are lonely and helpless creatures. That’s why God said, “It is not good for man to be &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;. I will make a &lt;em&gt;helper&lt;/em&gt; suitable for him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never be rude to a waiter. He knows the chef who cooks your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never lend money to a guy on a first date. You can be sure there won’t be a second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Materialistic woman always ends up with a poor bloke. She ends up poorly unhappily married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Woman get married thinking it’s a dream come true. Man get married thinking it’s a start of a living nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a man like you, he will say, “Love can be nurture.” If a man don’t like you, he will say, “Love can’t be order.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Woman who marries for money gets the money but not the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Man who marries materialistic woman loves her for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Promises are void at the end of a relationship. Don’t hope on! Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If a man raises his fist against you, don’t cry! Break his nose and make him cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If someone steps on your toes and don’t apologize, do glare ferociously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Never lower your standards and marry second best. You will regret and wonder “what if” all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If love never happens to you, don’t force it on yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Remain silent when in doubt. “Think smart, act blur.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112140019697332492?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112140019697332492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112140019697332492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112140019697332492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112140019697332492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-i-think.html' title='What I Think...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112139806382134738</id><published>2005-07-15T08:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:29:54.283+05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Reasons Why Diets Don't Work For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Diet snack bars taste yucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All hawker food (hokkien mee, chay kuay teow and nasi lemak etc) are yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will suffer from junk food (chocolate, ice-cream and chips) withdrawal symptoms ranging from moodiness, unrest and lack of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cambridge diet won’t do. I don’t have a blender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fruits are made up of water and fibre. Hence they are not tummy filling to be taken as decent meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Samson loses strength without his hair. I lose my will power at the sight of KFC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Salads are for rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You may get worms in your tummy for consuming unclean salads. Another plus point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ingredients or contents for diet meals are yucky. (Read point 1 for an example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hunting for diet meal ingredients is hair tearing. Try finding leeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cooking diet meal is a depressing hassle. It doesn’t smell great (steaming and blanching) and the portion is pathetically small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am a die-hard meat eater! I will not trade my birthright for a pot of lentil soup like veggie eating Esau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112139806382134738?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112139806382134738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112139806382134738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112139806382134738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112139806382134738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/12-reasons-why-diets-dont-work-for-me.html' title='12 Reasons Why Diets Don&apos;t Work For Me'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112131268877201615</id><published>2005-07-14T08:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:48:01.806+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gifts</title><content type='html'>I am going to list down (whatever that comes to my mind) the different kinds of birthday gifts I have received over the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Purple furry bear (with the tail stiches coming off)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dried white roses ornament&lt;br /&gt;3. Shell detachable soft toy turtle (one of my favourites!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cute duck candle figurine&lt;br /&gt;5. Aaron Kwok photos magazine and posters&lt;br /&gt;6. Smurf figurines&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny looking fish ornament&lt;br /&gt;8. Glass beads bracelet&lt;br /&gt;9. "Cha Ta Mian Bao" letter pad and notebook&lt;br /&gt;10. Pecker bird wooden ornament stand&lt;br /&gt;11. Custom made shoes (this year's gift but still not ready yet)&lt;br /&gt;12. The Body Shop hair scrunchie and coin bank set (complete with cute-shaped elephant soap)&lt;br /&gt;13. Hang Ten polo tee&lt;br /&gt;14. Gray soft cotton tee&lt;br /&gt;15. Notebooks (quite a lot of them)&lt;br /&gt;16. Hong baos (from Mummy Dearest, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Casio flim watch (one of my favourite from my brother)&lt;br /&gt;18. Blood Bros black tote bags (two of them from the youth)&lt;br /&gt;19. Heart-shaped pin&lt;br /&gt;20. Glitter dust (being sabo lah!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112131268877201615?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112131268877201615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112131268877201615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112131268877201615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112131268877201615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthday-gifts.html' title='Birthday Gifts'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112131154769232035</id><published>2005-07-14T08:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:25:47.693+05:00</updated><title type='text'>$800 Unworthy Cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched the programme “Xiang De Mei” on Channel 8 last night. I was totally blown off by the expensive anti-aging cream which costs S$800! (I can’t recall the funny pronouncing brand name!) In my mind, I was thinking with that kind of money, I would rather use it on a three days two nights trip to Bangkok. I can shop till I drop and have great seafood. Then I can go for spa and relax! Finally, a good hair rebonding too! Ain’t I a smart money maximiser? Heh!heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112131154769232035?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112131154769232035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112131154769232035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112131154769232035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112131154769232035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/800-unworthy-cream.html' title='$800 Unworthy Cream!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112131088061721695</id><published>2005-07-14T08:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:14:40.623+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplest Perfectionist Test</title><content type='html'>This is the simplest test of all! No need to answer long MCQ questions and click submit for the software to churn out the results! Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you stick a stamp onto an envelope, take note. If it is done “sin-freely straight” and well-aligned to the right-hand corner of the envelope, you are a perfectionist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a perfectionist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112131088061721695?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112131088061721695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112131088061721695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112131088061721695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112131088061721695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/simplest-perfectionist-test.html' title='Simplest Perfectionist Test'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112130846474832389</id><published>2005-07-14T07:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:38:12.096+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Of The World Raging</title><content type='html'>I am in a really foul mood now. I woke up all bright and chirpy. As I looked for Maggie, I saw her lying with eyes half closed on the footwear area. Oh no, this spells trouble! I inspected all the shoes. Alas, my pair of new slip-ons was the victim for the day! She had chewed the nice sequined butterfly on it. The threads are fraying and the left wing is flimsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally boiled with rage. I yelled at Maggie at the top of my voice (read: high-pitch and Dolby surround sound) “I am so angry with you! How can you bite my shoes!” This really broke through our language barrier. She got the message loud and clear. She got this “Oops, oh dear!” look written all over her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stupid thing she did was to hide under my bed. Of all places, she still dares to invade my territory! I pulled her out and locked her in the balcony. Her breakfast was prepared along with my fuming. I unlocked the door and left her bowl of piping hot meat, beans and carrot on the floor. I went to my room and locked myself up for one simple reason. I just can’t stand the look of her innocent face. This is super irritating! Adding hot coals to my erupting lava of anger! As I am typing this, she is hiding under the sofa. Her bowl of food is untouched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she vomits later, she is going to see the best satanic manifestation from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry so I really need to vent out. Food is the best cure. Now I feel like eating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mac Hot Fudge Sundae&lt;br /&gt;2. KCF 2 piece meal&lt;br /&gt;3. Nacho chips&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;5. Calbee sapporo chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I shall get myself a sumptuous lunch. Probably with retail therapy thrown in if that doesn't work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112130846474832389?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112130846474832389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112130846474832389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112130846474832389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112130846474832389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/top-of-world-raging.html' title='Top Of The World Raging'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112122744971524369</id><published>2005-07-13T09:02:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:04:09.723+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Not...II</title><content type='html'>Forgotten ideas creeped into my mind today. Here’s some more since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou Shall Not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear lots of different colours for that hideous rainbow effect. Stick to a maximum of three colours.&lt;br /&gt;2. Layer on your tube top with a spagatti top, a cardigan and a flowy scarf. People will think of you as a life size “ba chang” (rice dumpling)! Stick to two on layering!&lt;br /&gt;3. Slap on glimmer eyeshadow with rosy blusher and super glossy lipgloss. You will be overwhelmingly chinese opera actress. Highlight only one feature on your face with a make-up item! Remember “too many, can’t  see. One only, can see!”&lt;br /&gt;4. Don a turtle neck when you have short neck. You will really look “turtle-is-it” in it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drape on a long skirt if you are vertically challenged. You will be pulling up your skirt like a bride in her wedding gown or the escalator eating up the hem of it!&lt;br /&gt;6. Wear stripes if you are top heavy. It will enlarge your “territory”!&lt;br /&gt;7. Touch up make-up on any moving vehicle. If the vehicle screech, your face is ruined! Go to the ladies, please!&lt;br /&gt;8. Embrace the “emperor’s new robe mentality” and nakedly flaunt your flaws (thunder thighs, barney-like tummy etc). Feature the best side of you shamelessly instead!&lt;br /&gt;9. Deny yourself of fitting size. Too big and you will look enveloped, too small and you will look squeezed banana!&lt;br /&gt;10. Exit the loo without a mirror check. Ever saw a gal with the hem of her blouse caught in her skirt zip? Sinfully unsightly!&lt;br /&gt;11. Wear polka dot with stripes. Think clown-like!&lt;br /&gt;12. Experiment with skincare products. You are not a guinea pig, my dear! Stick to what suits you best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112122744971524369?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112122744971524369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112122744971524369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112122744971524369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112122744971524369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/thou-shall-notii.html' title='Thou Shall Not...II'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112122521438664816</id><published>2005-07-13T08:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:26:54.386+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Finger Food</title><content type='html'>This was what I did for the last Sentosa youth outing. Probably the next time you are running out of time, you can do this. Its fast, easy and cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;A pack of frozen hotdogs (washed and cut into six sections)&lt;br /&gt;4 sticks of otak meat (cut into six sections)&lt;br /&gt;A can of luncheon meat (grilled and cut into small cubes)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasoning:&lt;br /&gt;1. A dash of salt&lt;br /&gt;2. A dash of pepper&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 dessert spoon of cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others:&lt;br /&gt;Toothpicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Beat eggs, add in salt and pepper and beat well.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat pan with oil. When hot, pour in the egg mixture. Spread well so that it forms a thin layer.&lt;br /&gt;3. When one side is cooked, flipped over the other side.&lt;br /&gt;4. Once cooked, dish up and leave to cool.&lt;br /&gt;5. Slice the omelette into small rectangular shapes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Begin to skew each ingredient (in whatever sequence you desire) onto individual toothpick. Ensure that ingredient is skewed securely and leave 1 cm of space for holding purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila, it’s done! You can use other ingredients such as crab sticks, fish balls, button mushrooms as to your creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112122521438664816?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112122521438664816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112122521438664816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112122521438664816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112122521438664816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/lazy-finger-food.html' title='Lazy Finger Food'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112122516204907132</id><published>2005-07-13T08:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:26:02.053+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day I watched Guiness World’s Record. They were showing this thing called treparation (hope that’s the correct spelling!). Treparation is an olden form of skull surgery. The procedure involved removing a part of the skull to expose the brain. The purpose for doing so was to release evil spirits or tumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the whole procedure being performed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The setting was a primitive tribe. A middle age woman sat down quietly while a man performed the surgery. He skillfully removed the skull and proceeded to use a sharp object to smoothen the opening. Finally, the wound was wrapped up in banana leaves. The amazing part was that anaesthetic was not used at all! (gulp!) I salute the woman bravery! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the show moved on to show a woman who did treparation by herself. Though it was not that gruesome and anasthetic was used (phew!), it was still gross.  The best part was that she still went out for dinner with her friends after the DIY surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, you never know what kind of weird things happen on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112122516204907132?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112122516204907132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112122516204907132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112122516204907132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112122516204907132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/gross.html' title='Gross!!!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-112114287936766764</id><published>2005-07-12T09:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:37:09.816+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eloping Essentials</title><content type='html'>If you ever wanna elope or "ben pao"(as per Angela's term) with your beloved within 24 hours, these are what you should pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Passport&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have to get away via air or sea or land. Just get away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Disposable undies&lt;br /&gt;You won't have time to wash and dry. You are on the run, don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunglass, big scarf and cap&lt;br /&gt;Best disguise tools! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Good pair of track shoes&lt;br /&gt;Aid running, of course lah! You can't do that in high heels, don't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cold hard cash&lt;br /&gt;Forget the credit cards! You will leave evidence behind. If Mummy or Daddy dearies gave you those cards, you can be sure they can't be used now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chocolate bars&lt;br /&gt;They are yummy, filling and mood lifting food! Ditch the instant noodles, where are you going to find hot water huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A pair of jeans and tees&lt;br /&gt;You still need to bath and change, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking "Huh, so little stuff!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be silly, this is no longer the olden days eloping. You needn't stay decades away from home and come back when you are all gray haired and toothless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ROM and go home together with your marriage certificate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eloping purpose is to stall for sometime till your ROM date. Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112114287936766764?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112114287936766764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112114287936766764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112114287936766764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112114287936766764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/eloping-essentials.html' title='Eloping Essentials'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112114116035558583</id><published>2005-07-12T08:44:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:06:00.363+05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Single To Queen</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I felt so OVERWHELMED. The sudden expansion of territory had me at a loss of what to do. You see, a queen size bed was added to the guest room. I was the honoured one to sleep on it. (A-hem!) I had always been a single size bed gal for the twenty odd years of my life. Imagine the sudden excitement of upgrading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I laid on the bed, I felt I had shrunk in size. There’s so much SPACE for me. I can even toss my stuffed toy bear and tortise in the air and they will still land on bed. Ha! Ha! But I just felt weird. I am used to lying my back against the wall. But the bed is not positioned to my advantage. Besides that, I am not used to such a “tall” bed. What an alleviation of height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a strange thought came into my mind, “ Will “someone” or “more than one” creep in and lay beside me?” I swallowed my saliva. Don’t laugh! I had experienced it before. I shrugged off the thought and tried to sleep. Then I heard a sound. Scratching sound to be exact! I had an instant revelation. Maggie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried her onto the bed. What a comfort a pet can be when you are beginning to feel scared. I think she is equally overwhelmed too! She walked to one corner of the bed and laid down. Barely a few minutes, she got up and walked to another corner. She kept repeating it for half an hour. Maybe she is saying inside her mind “So much space, I can just try different corners and anywhere for different nights!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat hope! My eyes were feeling heavy. I picked her off the bed and put her on the floor. Finally, I dozed off to dreamland on the ultimate queen size bed. As for Maggie, she is still back to her old smelly dog bed. A dream shattered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112114116035558583?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112114116035558583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112114116035558583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112114116035558583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112114116035558583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-single-to-queen.html' title='From Single To Queen'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112113963595700440</id><published>2005-07-12T08:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:40:35.963+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible</title><content type='html'>Maggie feared the eye drop badly. Even the mere sight of it sends her into a frenzy. Sadly, I still had to do this mission impossible. You see her right eye is a bit red and puffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Carefully slipped the bottle of eye drop into my pocket. Good, she didn’t see it. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Carried Maggie into my arms. &lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Took out the bottle. Ready to launch attack!&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, Target (Maggie) saw it and began to struggle violently.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Grabbed Target tightly to steady her head.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Attack!&lt;br /&gt;Missed aim. (Moan!)&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Second attack! Machine gun style, just squeezed the bottle for endless drops to gush out.&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Mission accomplished!!!&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: Rubbed her eye to make sure all the drops don’t go to waste!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Maggie really hated me to the core for my act of unappreciated kindness. I can see from her actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Ran away from the Enemy (me).&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Chewed up a stuffed toy bear on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Took cover inside the study room.&lt;br /&gt;Time for revenge! She took the bear as the Enemy (me) to vent out her boiling rage mercilessly. Her following action spelt out her intention obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Chewed the bear, shaking violently and began to slam it repeatedly on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine her saying these lines inside her mind too, “Take this! Take that! Nasty gal!”&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Dropped the bear and went to the footwear area.&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Chewed up a dirty sock and ran towards the Enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Dropped the sock in front of Enemy.&lt;br /&gt;You may be puzzled by this sock act. Well, let me explain!&lt;br /&gt;Maggie knew very well she cannot meddle with our footwear. This is an act of rebellion. A way of saying “I hate you! and to incur my wrath with her disobedience. Tit for tat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I didn’t fall for her evil scheme. I told her in a nonchalant tone “Aiyo, Maggie, you cannot bite sock wan okie.” I picked up the sock and put it back promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie knew her plot had failed. Resigned, she laid on the floor for a short nap. Maybe trying to deceive herself that this is all a bad dream or cooking up another horrendous scheme? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112113963595700440?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112113963595700440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112113963595700440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112113963595700440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112113963595700440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/mission-impossible.html' title='Mission Impossible'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112106924348553460</id><published>2005-07-11T12:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:07:23.486+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of My Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>My Sunday (yesterday) was pretty fruitful because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I learnt a new term - vanilla clippers. This is actually an instrument you can find in the school lab. As for the correct term, figure it out yourself! I had a really good laugh over this!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. "You are a conductor and yet you do not have good conduct!" A powerful "suan-ning" sentence that can pierced the very heart of every well-deserved conductor. I can only "kow-tow" to the master who came up with this wacky sentence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you-know-who-you-are" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for conjuring up the above jokes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my Sunday like a chocolate sundae so that I can face the dark blues of the coming Monday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112106924348553460?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112106924348553460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112106924348553460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112106924348553460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112106924348553460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/highlight-of-my-super-sunday.html' title='Highlight of My Super Sunday'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112106805800840060</id><published>2005-07-11T12:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:47:38.466+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These are the few commandments I had faithfully adhere to. So far, abiding them have kept me on the “right-teous” path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou Shall Not…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Match your eyeshadow shade with your top. You will end up oustandingly plain. Neither your top nor your eyeshadow gets noticed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear dark coloured lingerie with light coloured clothes. You give the world a good preview of what you are wearing inside. &lt;br /&gt;3. Colour co-ordinate your top, bottom, bag, shoes and make-up in one uniform shade. It just shows two things. You have no colour sense and you got too many stuff of the same colour.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wear washable mascara. Be it rain or shine, they will be the first to streak your face. What’s more, you never know when are you going to cry too!&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy shoes in the morning. Your feet tend to be smaller and you end up buying a smaller size.&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy on impulse. You will end up poorer with what you don’t want or like. Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;7. Wear sexily and are not confident to carry it off. Ever met someone on the street who keeps pulling down the hem of her mini skirt every ten minutes? So self-conscious!&lt;br /&gt;8. Take off your shoes and shake legs under the dining table. You may be thinking the long table cloth is the best cover-up. Wait till some clumsy fella drops the fork and bent under to pick it up. You don’t want some disgusted face looking at you throughout dinner right?&lt;br /&gt;9. Expose your bra straps intentionally. That’s a ultimate fashion boo boo!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Wear a pair of new new high heel shoes to places where a lot of walking is needed. You will be wobbling awkwardly like the circus man walking on a rope.&lt;br /&gt;11. Wear stockings with open-toe shoes. Open-toe shoes are meant to show off your toes, don’t cover them up!&lt;br /&gt;12. Use new skincare products on the eve of a big event (examples: wedding dinner, parties and dates). You may end up screaming the next morning in front of the mirror at your new found tomato red skin! Worse still, everyone will rub salt to your wound by asking “Aiyo, what happen to your face?”&lt;br /&gt;13. Be merciful to expired skincare or make-up products. Dump them heartlessly into the trash bin!&lt;br /&gt;14. Be lazy and use the dirty make-up brushes and sponges. Dilligently give them a wash at least every two to three months.&lt;br /&gt;15. Wear what suits Paris Hilton and not you. She may look great in her micro mi-nis but you may end up looking like a squashed banana. Get it, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;16. Leave manicure on until it chips off reluctantly bit by bit. This is unforgivable unsightly. Use a nail polish remover, darling!&lt;br /&gt;17. Leave manicure on for more than a week. Your nails will be “baptised “yellow by the polish paint.&lt;br /&gt;18. Sleep with your make-up on. Your pillow will get trails of your make-up and pimples might pop up on your face!&lt;br /&gt;19. Leave dead skin cells residing happily on your face. Slap on a clay mask one a week.&lt;br /&gt;20. Forget your hands! Massage in a good hand lotion before you sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112106805800840060?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112106805800840060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112106805800840060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112106805800840060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112106805800840060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/thou-shall-not.html' title='Thou Shall Not...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-112091809081515912</id><published>2005-07-09T19:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:08:10.823+05:00</updated><title type='text'>It works!</title><content type='html'>Remember the other day I typed out what I had to do for the day? Guess what, it works!!! I did all the tasks I listed down. Now I can conclude typing is equal to writing and typing helps you to remember all the stuff you had to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112091809081515912?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112091809081515912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112091809081515912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112091809081515912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112091809081515912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-works.html' title='It works!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112079155243200011</id><published>2005-07-08T07:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:04:11.130+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes these thoughts will pop into my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When will I die? &lt;br /&gt;2. How does God looks like?&lt;br /&gt;3. How handsome is Psalmist David?&lt;br /&gt;4. How tall is King Saul?&lt;br /&gt;5. How short is Zaccheaus?&lt;br /&gt;6. How will I look when I am old?&lt;br /&gt;7. Will I die of illness or accident?&lt;br /&gt;8. How does Satan looks like before his fall?&lt;br /&gt;9. How does hell feels and looks like?&lt;br /&gt;10. Will I feel awkward when I see my enemy(s) in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;11. Who will be cooking the great banquet we have with Jesus in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;12. What kinds of ingredients? (continuation of no. 11)&lt;br /&gt;13. How does it feels to be an ang moh, all blonde and blue eyes?&lt;br /&gt;14. How does a gun shot through you feels like?&lt;br /&gt;15. How come I know how to swallow without being taught?&lt;br /&gt;16. How does it feels to kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;17. Why do we cry when we are sad and smile when we are happy and not vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;18. How come parents are so naggy?&lt;br /&gt;19. Why do I fear lizard? (Sign...)&lt;br /&gt;20. How did woman in the past cope before Kotex invention?&lt;br /&gt;21. How come you don't see the wind but feel it?&lt;br /&gt;22. How come I never see a rainbow since I have grown up?&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of dance did King Herod's daughter perform which pleased him and had John the Baptist beheaded?&lt;br /&gt;24. Why are woman in the past beaten, drowned, jailed and condemned for adultery?&lt;br /&gt;25. Why are men spared from the above cruel treatments?&lt;br /&gt;26. Why do girls have to wear skirts and boys wear pants and not vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;27. How come I get goose bumps sometimes when someone sings a song?&lt;br /&gt;28. What's life like to be rich?&lt;br /&gt;29. Why are men so crazy about soccer?&lt;br /&gt;30. Why do I remember certain nightmares so vividly?&lt;br /&gt;31. How come man don't like to ask for direction when they are lost?&lt;br /&gt;32. Why do people like to drink beer? (To me it taste awlful!)&lt;br /&gt;33. How does it feels to be high on drugs?&lt;br /&gt;34. How does withdrawal symptoms from drugs feels like?&lt;br /&gt;35. How does it feels to sky dive?&lt;br /&gt;36. Does mermaids really exist?&lt;br /&gt;37. How come witches have to wear black outfit, put on a cone hat and ride on a broom?&lt;br /&gt;38. How does prayers work exactly?&lt;br /&gt;39. How does a spritual battle looks like?&lt;br /&gt;40. What does God think of me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112079155243200011?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112079155243200011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112079155243200011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112079155243200011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112079155243200011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-112078771068621925</id><published>2005-07-08T06:48:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T06:55:10.706+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do Today</title><content type='html'>I am getting rather forgetful lately. It's been scientifical proven that if you write something down, you will remember it seven times better. So I am typing it out so that my brain see and register it and save it somewhere. Hopefully it does a good job reminding to execute them accordingly. But does typing equates to writing? Will the effects differ? I will tell you the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bring in my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring in the bone from balcony. (This's for Maggie darling)&lt;br /&gt;3. Nissan instant noodles for lunch. (Haven't decide the flavour yet)&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch VCD. (Finished 5 episodes yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bath at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave home at 4.30pm for dinner &amp; shopping at Holland Village.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be home by 9.00pm to watch "You Fu" final episode.&lt;br /&gt;8. Watch "Guess Guess Guess" at 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;9. Plop onto bed at 1.00am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112078771068621925?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112078771068621925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112078771068621925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112078771068621925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112078771068621925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-to-do-today.html' title='What To Do Today'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112073222708880393</id><published>2005-07-07T15:18:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:30:27.096+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastinator</title><content type='html'>These are things I have been wanting to do. But the procastinating bug had got me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trim my hair&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidy up my wardrobe, cabinets and roller box (I can't find what I want to wear)&lt;br /&gt;3. Throw away old bulletins and old mails cluttering my drawer top&lt;br /&gt;4. Wipe my bed top (there's a layer of thick dust already)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sort out my lingerie cabinet (a big mess)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112073222708880393?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112073222708880393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112073222708880393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112073222708880393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112073222708880393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/procastinator.html' title='Procastinator'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112070995404997539</id><published>2005-07-07T09:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:19:14.053+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard To Pray</title><content type='html'>I grabbed my Smith Wigglesworth devotion book, bible and 40 days fasting book as usual for my quiet time. As I sat on the sofa, I thought of a grudge I had with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I opened the 40 days fasting book dated 07 July, I was stunned. Today's prayer was on love centered on 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8. One of the sentence hit me straight in the face "Keep no record of wrongs". I was reminded of the grudge. Looks like, God knows it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a hard time praying. Asking for God forgiveness was easy but not the grudge. I struggle to surrender it freely. Anyway, I did told Him my struggle and ask Him to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me in my moment of carnality&lt;br /&gt;That I may not succumb to the weakly flesh&lt;br /&gt;To remember that what You did at Calvary&lt;br /&gt;Perfected me in truth and spirit&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to love and forgive&lt;br /&gt;In Your footsteps and Way&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen me by Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;That I be will strong and steadfast&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your grace&lt;br /&gt;That I may not forget&lt;br /&gt;To love others always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Jesus, I ask and pray. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112070995404997539?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112070995404997539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112070995404997539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070995404997539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070995404997539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/hard-to-pray.html' title='Hard To Pray'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112070639769793850</id><published>2005-07-07T08:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:19:57.703+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Maggie!!!</title><content type='html'>Maggie is right now enjoying life over at Woodlands, my sister-in-law Mum's place. She missed her badly and had took her to stay for a day. So I am all alone now. When she is absent, there is really a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one to greet me in the morning. Usually, she will stretch out her paws and clap on my palm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No one to follow me around the house. A very kay-po presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No squeaky noise of toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No walks together in the afternoon. Sometimes race too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No hide-and-seek. She likes to hide under the sofa, corner of the bedroom and under the toilet cabinet. Then I will search like mad. She do this when she is angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No greedy face popping in front of me wanting whatever I am eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No chasing after her to drink water, wipe her face or for baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. No plastic container soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No one scratching my door when I am changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No one lying beside my feet when I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112070639769793850?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112070639769793850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112070639769793850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070639769793850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070639769793850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-maggie.html' title='I miss Maggie!!!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112070559228701736</id><published>2005-07-07T07:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:06:32.293+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men Don't Get It</title><content type='html'>Men out there, this is enlightment time!!! Below is a list of dos and don'ts with regards to women. Do it correctly and you will be fine. Do it wrongly and I can only say "Why you so stupid! I write so clearly, you still can sala somemore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never reply yes when a woman ask you "Am I fat?" (If you reply yes, she will ask non-stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't say "Why you always go shopping!"&lt;br /&gt;(It's in her genes, retail therapy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't say "You got so many shoes! Why you still want to buy!" (Woman need different shoes for different occasions. There are shoes for weddings, shopping, girls time-out etc, travel etc. Get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't say "Can you eat faster?" (Usually woman had this thought in their mind "Den yi xia hui si meh?!" which means "Wait a bit cannot ah, can die is it?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When she ask you "Is this nice or not?", reply "Yes" (convincingly) for 2 reasons. She will buy it happily and you can end your misery of shopping faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never stand outside the lingerie trying room. Every woman who pass by will glare at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't critise her looks, clothes, bags etc in front of people. No, don't even joke about it. This is dangerous, she will get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't make fun of her pimples. (If it is that time of the month, she will flare up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't tell her "Don't eat already lah, wait you fat ah!" (She will sulk and start asking you point 1 question very often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When she had anything new on her, be it clothes, bags, shoes, accessories etc, say "This is nice!" You will make her day very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112070559228701736?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112070559228701736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112070559228701736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070559228701736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070559228701736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/men-dont-get-it.html' title='The Men Don&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112070366970062203</id><published>2005-07-07T07:17:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:34:29.706+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo Poo Catch Phrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A sudden thought came to my mind today. I think it makes good blogging article. I am going to list some individuals "poo poo" catch phrases. I can see your face turning white now. Who tell them always said it in front of me! I shall have mercy and withhold their names. But if they still do it, no guarantee. Ha!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I FEEL like bian bian! (Emotion over logic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to go poo poo! (Frank!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My stomach very pain but I just "da bu chu la". (Constipation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have something to tell you "Wo yao qu da bian!" (Someone like-minded may also echoed "Wo ye yao qu da bian!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't know want to go bian bian or not? (This is hilarious! Usually I will answer " Ni yao shou lai zuo ji nian ah?" which means "You want to keep as souvenir ah?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wo yao qu pang pang! (This belongs to the poo poo catch phrase pioneer. Easy guess right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112070366970062203?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112070366970062203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112070366970062203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070366970062203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070366970062203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/poo-poo-catch-phrase.html' title='Poo Poo Catch Phrase'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112070262978786115</id><published>2005-07-07T07:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:17:09.793+05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...II</title><content type='html'>I am glad that somewhere out there, someone also shared the same sentiments as me. An equally long list of "If Only". Very hilarious too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder the bible got one whole chunk on contentment. Contentment with godliness is great gain as we all know it so well. Well-said indeed! But easier said than done. When we see someone who is richer, smarter, more talented or prettier (this is worse for the gals), our eyes changed into a hue of neon green. Then our mind will switch on to the "How come I don't have wan, not fair!" mode. I think the problem is that we long for what we don't have (so much) that we forget what we have. Max Lucado phrased it excellently. He quoted in one of his book "What we have in God is greater than what we do not have." Sometimes we need to open our eyes and thank God for what we often take for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, do daydream on our "if only" occasionally. But remember heaven is our dream come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112070262978786115?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112070262978786115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112070262978786115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070262978786115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112070262978786115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-onlyii.html' title='If only...II'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112063876786794723</id><published>2005-07-06T12:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:32:47.920+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the UFO???</title><content type='html'>I couldn't get to sleep quickly last night and I had this thought. We often find UFOs (unidentifed funny objects) fascinating. Scientists researched on them and books had been published too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "Hmmmm...what if somewhere out there these UFOs are always doing likewise on us, humans? What would they say of us?" The below is my imagination of an account of 2 UFOs trip to earth. These are their on-going conversation of what they observed. The context had been edited to Singlish for easy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101 : Hey 202, be careful how you park the saucer okie! No more grassland hor? The other time those earthlings made a big hoo-ha on our tyre marks.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: Why you so scared, relax lah! I will park sui sui wan.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: Okie done. See sui sui hor. Time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martian 101 and Martian 202 got out of their saucer with their rollers. They hid in one corner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101 : Wah, what are these earthlings doing huh? How come so noisy wan?&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202 : Dei, you so stupid! Got reference book in library you never see meh. They playing soccer lah!&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: I know lah. Test you only what. But how come those not playing also scream and jump?&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: Oh, apparently this is a very weird phenomenon. When the round object, they call ball, goes into the big string-mesh, they call net, they will scream and jump. Our research book term it as "ROHB" which means "Round Object Hysterical Behaviour". This is good already lor. Sometimes the ball don't go into the net, the people will stand up and bump one another. Worse still, some goes into BFL (body fluid leakage). We term it "RODB" which means "Round Object Destructive Behaviour".&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: What's the colour of the fluid?&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: Must knock your coconut head! Red lah...don't know why they employ you as my assistant. So stupid wan!&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: That's because my great grandfather Martian 007 heroic act okie! He dare dare go and catch one of the earthling and cut up huh. If not, where does your research book come from? my great grandfather write wan hor!&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: okie, you win lah, si hao lian!&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: Oh no, the ball didn't go into the net! Wait they go into "RODB" we siao liao. Meh siam ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martian 101 and Martian 202 switched on their rollers and rolled to another location.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: oh my, what are they doing? How come they are lumping together?&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101:Ah ha, this I can tell you. A-hem...they are hugging each other.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: What's hugging? What does it do? This is very bad, they are passing bacteria onto one another.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: Relax, relax!!! Hugging is like what we do for "Marsi" where we feel each other feelers to say hi and show love.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: What about the bacteria? How do they get rid of it wan?&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: Don't worry, I tell you how. Everytime we de-bacterialise using our JX330 fluid, correct, right!? They also sama sama. But they more lay-chay. We only have to intake our JX330 through our feelers. They all have to go into an enclosed area called bathroom and wet themselves with TY200 and pour different funny fluids. Then wet themselves with TY200 again. Finally, they use a piece of cloth and wipe their lumps.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: What? They are still using that ancient TY200 fluid. I can't believe it man! And the whole process is so stupid sia! Hey, what are the funny fluids?&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: Relax 202! The funny fluids are still under examination. We got a few bottles in the lab. Pretty funny pronouncing terms though. Lux Super Rich Shampoo, Shokubutsu Shower Foam, Garnier Facial Foam and a funny looking thing labelled "Gillette".&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: Oh yes talking about that Gilette, we gotta get more samples of it. It is very dangerous. Martian 304 feeler got deformed by it. He's now in the incubator.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 101: I can't believe those earthlings still dare to play play with Gillette.&lt;br /&gt;Martian 202: Come on, let's go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So Martian 101 and Martian 202 got back to their saucer in search of Gillette.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112063876786794723?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112063876786794723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112063876786794723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063876786794723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063876786794723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/whos-ufo.html' title='Who&apos;s the UFO???'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112063522313533422</id><published>2005-07-06T12:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:36:31.483+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing Dog "Live" Worship Performance</title><content type='html'>Today I bath Maggie and did something different. I was getting bored and so I started to sing. Guess what, it made my task more fun and the time felt shorter too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Maggie is really priviliged. Not only did she have a good spa massage, she also got surround sound (I locked the door) "live" music performance!!! I can sense in my spirit you are trying to puke. Don't!!! I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, Maggie will get be more "spiritual" as she take more baths. Less barking, less running away from water shots, eyedrops and less biting on the vacuum cleaner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will dream on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are number of songs it took me to bathe Maggie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus, You are so good&lt;br /&gt;2. God is good&lt;br /&gt;3. Fire of revival&lt;br /&gt;4. God will make a way&lt;br /&gt;5. Finale song : God is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog owners out there, you can try this the next time you bath your dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112063522313533422?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112063522313533422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112063522313533422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063522313533422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063522313533422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/bathing-dog-live-worship-performance.html' title='Bathing Dog &quot;Live&quot; Worship Performance'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112063440955324133</id><published>2005-07-06T11:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:40:23.266+05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>Confession time! These are the many "If only" I had in my mind. See if you can identify with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If only I am 1.7m in height. That would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;2. If only I have great skin like Fann Wong. I can dump my anti dark circles eye gel, pimple cream, scrub, exfoliator, clay mask etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. If only I have Hilton as my surname. My only agony in life will be does my lipstick match my dress?&lt;br /&gt;4. If only I have a washboard tummy and great legs.&lt;br /&gt;5. If only I have naturally straight hair, I don't need to be under the mercy of rebonding. Help, I am needing it soon again.&lt;br /&gt;6. If only I live in a four season country, I can buy different kinds of clothes. &lt;br /&gt;7. If only I can eat all I want and not grow fat. I will eat chocolate, ice-cream and chips everyday as my supplements.&lt;br /&gt;8. If only I am a man, I will be spared from menses. Arggh!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. If only I can fly, I am no longer bound on the road.&lt;br /&gt;10. If only I have power, I will lock up all men suffering from EED (elephant ego disorder) and have them brain washed. Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. If only I am not afraid of lizards. Fat hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only these "if only" are true. Alas, if only...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112063440955324133?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112063440955324133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112063440955324133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063440955324133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063440955324133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112063231733084218</id><published>2005-07-06T11:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:39:57.536+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mundane Day...</title><content type='html'>I am now all hot and sweaty. Thanks to the air-con or else I will be melting. This is what I have done for today so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30am - Wakie wakie, rise and shine! Why are my dark eyes circles darker...sign...&lt;br /&gt;9.00am - Quiet time plus prayers according to the 40 days prayer book.&lt;br /&gt;9.30am - Load the clothes into the washing machine .&lt;br /&gt;10.00am - Bring Maggie for a walk. I had a race with her and she won. That's because she rabbit hopped. So kia-su!&lt;br /&gt;10.45am - Hang the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;11.00am - Bath Maggie and blow dry her. I am all wet, hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm - Had Nissan cup noodles for lunch and watched VCD.&lt;br /&gt;1.00pm - Bring Maggie for another walk. Great, she did her poo in the grass!&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm - Swept the floor. Maggie made it tougher by wanting to bite the hand held vacuum cleaner. She gave me a bite accidentally. OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm - Played "soccer" with Maggie. She kicked the plastic bottle under the TV set. I had to dig it out. Impatient Maggie snatched it! I ended up with a red mark on my palm. Sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in a dilemma. Should I make almond jelly? Guess not. First, I am tired and second gotta finish all the water-melon in the fridge. Third, I still got blogs to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112063231733084218?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112063231733084218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112063231733084218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063231733084218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112063231733084218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-mundane-day.html' title='My Mundane Day...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112046162839294094</id><published>2005-07-04T12:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:20:28.393+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Legacy</title><content type='html'>I forgot one very important aspect on my funeral plan. Yes, my legacy! Ok, I shall list them down as they come to my mind. As for whom to give, that's a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My money, shares, unit trust &lt;br /&gt;2. My clothes, bags and shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. My jewelleries&lt;br /&gt;4. My spiritual journals&lt;br /&gt;5. My soft toys and other similar collection&lt;br /&gt;6. My house&lt;br /&gt;7. My books collection&lt;br /&gt;8. My pathetic CDs collection&lt;br /&gt;9. My make-up&lt;br /&gt;10. My box of old letters and cards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112046162839294094?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112046162839294094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112046162839294094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112046162839294094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112046162839294094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-legacy.html' title='My Legacy'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112046109087250204</id><published>2005-07-04T12:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:11:30.876+05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Lives in 2 Months</title><content type='html'>I had been living around Sembawang area and in a span of 2 months, 2 lives had been lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I saw a tent at the void deck and a bamboo pole lying around. The area had been taped off. It was only in the evening that I came to know someone had fallen to death while hanging out the clothes to dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a block nearby had a big area taped off. I wondered what happened. Only in the night I came to realise what happened through the news. A maid had killed her owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two sad cases especially for the latter. Apparently, the children were sleeping when the murder took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112046109087250204?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112046109087250204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112046109087250204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112046109087250204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112046109087250204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-lives-in-2-months.html' title='2 Lives in 2 Months'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112045682025666413</id><published>2005-07-04T09:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:00:20.280+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Me II</title><content type='html'>I got good responses from my first entry. Thank you faithful supporters! Here's some more for all of you. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I learnt a new word in my chinese class at school. The word was "shi ti" which meant corpse or dead body. Over dinner, a chicken was served. My 2nd Auntie took a piece and was going to savour it not before I said in chinese " er yi, ze shi chi de shi ti!(2nd Auntie, this is chicken corpse)! My 2nd Auntie was dumbfounded at this new revelation. She didn't touch the chicken the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mum brought me to pay respect to my deceased paternal grandfather in a temple. His urn was placed in a dimly lighted room along with other urns on rows of shelves. As Mum busied herself preparing to lay out the offerings, I played a new game by myself. I would find the earliest date among the urns. I finally got it! Over elated, I burst out saying to Mum " Ma, ze ge si heng jiu le! Ni kan!!! (Mum, this person died a long time ago! Look!)" My Mum's eyes widened in unbelief as she traced my pointed finger to a urn. She never took me there again. I could not blame her for not giving me the chance to show my filial piety. You see, we were both alone in the room that time. Oops, I gave her a bad scare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At my paternal grandma funeral, there was a custom. It was believed if you look into the sleeves of your deceased elder, you will not fear dark anymore. All the kids went crying hysterically upon hearing it. Barely absorbing what the whole thing is about, I was dragged to do so. I can tell you that it does not work. But it does tramatise your kids so badly that they can blog it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My cousins and I used to play a game that revolved around veggies. Whenever Grandma was cleaning the veggies on the kitchen floor, we would huddled around with our plastic rulers. Once she had got all the wormies out, it's our play time. We would tease the wormies with our rulers and chopped them up eventually. Pretty disgusting huh? Read below and find out who is much more worse than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My youngest uncle to be exact. Once he placed a toy froggie among the veggies. This toy froggie was attached to a pump that made it jumped upon compressed. Grandma was cleaning the veggies peacefully when suddenly the whole pile jumped up. Apparently, uncle's act of pressing the pump did the trick. Ha! Flying veggies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mum made rice dumplings using the new pressure cooker. The cooker gave off a hideous high pitch "eeee..." sound. It frightened my brother and me so badly that we hid in our room. That was the last nice she used that pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The nearby coffeeshop at Grandma's place sells great carrot cake. At that time, you can bring your own eggs and ask the uncle to fry it. It cost ten cent cheaper this way. Once, I was asked to buy this yummy carrot cake. I was handed the egg and told to "na jing jing" (hold it tightly). I did "na jing jing" along the way donwstairs until my little fingers were covered with slim. Oops, it broke! Looks like "wo na tai jing le" (I hold too tightly). Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I named all my soft toys starting with the word "Xiao". I got XiaoXiong, XiaoMao, XiaoJing etc. I would line them all neatly on the right side of my bed before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Grandma used to buy a lot of canes because we were naughty. We would take turns to snitch one and destroy it. I used to snap it into two and threw it under the bed. Heh! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It takes three person to medicate me when I am sick. One Auntie to hold my hands, another Auntie to hold my legs and Mum to force the medicine down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I used to be fascinated when travelling in the car at night. The moon seemed to be following us throughout the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My right arm was dislocated twice. The first time happened when Third Auntie took me to a shopping mall. I was totally glued to the toys on the shelves. I refused to buldged despite my Auntie's repeated calls. She came over and pulled me. Oops, she did it too hard! As for the second time, I could not recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I had a deep impression of a cartoon I watched before. The story is about a bear given to a boy as a Christmas gift. Over time, the boy was given other toys and he forgot about the bear. Not until the boy had chicken pox. The boy hugged the bear everyday in bed. When he was well, he still like the bear. Unfortunately, the boy's Mum decided to burn it along with other toys for fear fo germs contamination. So the bear was burned. But a miracle happened. The toy bear was tranformed into a real bear and he lived in the woods happily ever after. Maybe "Golilocks and the Three Bears" orginated from here. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I accidentally stumped upon a love letter from a gal written to my youngest uncle. It was neatly written on Garfield cartoon paper. I took it and started to fold in weird shapes. My uncle found out and I got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I toppled my Grandma's therma flask and was amazed by the shattering sound. "How come there are pieces of glass inside?" I asked myself as I peeped into it. Soon, I was startled by my Grandma's alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My brother and I used to watch horror flims together. I used to arm myself with blanket and soft toy. As the show reached the hype, we would pushed the duty of switching off the TV and lights to each other. We would yelled at each other "You do it!" The reason being we were so scared after the show. All we wanted to do was to escape to our bedroom and hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112045682025666413?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112045682025666413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112045682025666413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112045682025666413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112045682025666413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/childhood-me-ii.html' title='Childhood Me II'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112045015418080102</id><published>2005-07-04T08:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:09:14.186+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Ego Disorder</title><content type='html'>This incident happened on the MRT train I took to church yesterday. I was seated beside this couple. Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: I think Jean is a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ya...you say she is nice but not lei. She only wants to borrow money from you. Don't go out with her anymore. I don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;Gal: No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You ah...always like that wan. I don't like your friend. You everytime side with your friend, never side with me. I don't like your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy clenched his fist and punched FORCEFULLY on his gal's palm two times.(Passengers were all big-eyed with shock at his act) Gal grabbed her punched palm and "pain" was spelt all over her face. There was slience. After a while, Guy kept repeating an unapolegetic sentence "Rub, rub, rub it". He meant to tell the gal to rub her palm to soothe the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At City Hall station, Gal got up her seat to alight. Guy followed suit wanting to hug her. Gal yelled at him loudly "Don't touch me!". Stepping off the train, Guy resisted her shoving and hugged her awkwardly. They walked away together. Gal still looked angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy really got me infuriated. He is totally into that "Me Tarzan, You Jane" ancient mentality. Can't a gal have her own friends? Can't she voice her opinion? What are the punches for? To show who is in charge?!  I absolutely condemned him to the ultimate "CANNOT MAKE IT" category. My concluding statement to him (and all males suffering from elephant ego disorder) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an elephant ego, date a meeky mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope the gal dump him. Best still, break his nose with two punches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112045015418080102?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112045015418080102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112045015418080102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112045015418080102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112045015418080102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/elephant-ego-disorder.html' title='Elephant Ego Disorder'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-112044842345217457</id><published>2005-07-04T08:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:40:23.453+05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a girl?!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I heard of a song entitled "God is a girl". Well, I strongly disagree with it. If God is a girl, we will not have these problems. "She" will be empathatic  and spare us the agony. These are some problems I can think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Menses (this is most hated)&lt;br /&gt;2. PMS (ranging from moodiness, bloated stomach, acne, bad cramps etc)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tummy (oops, so Barney-like!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cellulite (eek...and there's no cure for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls out there, any more wanna add? Do comment okie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112044842345217457?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112044842345217457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112044842345217457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112044842345217457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112044842345217457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-is-girl.html' title='God is a girl?!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-112044779812384827</id><published>2005-07-04T08:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:29:58.126+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer 's Finale Poo???</title><content type='html'>I thought we had a unspoken mutual understanding that "I don't like you." It seemed that it was wishful thinking on my part all along. Though I had been gone couple of days, I did notice details in my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence of your disgusting act repulsed me greatly. To you, it may be a well-meaning "I came to drop by and say hi". To me, that was a rude shock! On seeing it, rage rose within me. Silent curses welled up in my mind. Though I hated any bodily contact with you, at that moment, I wished I could crush you between my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ha!!! My wish came to past...in a way. Your limp and lifeless body lying on the cold kitchen floor oozed out every satisfaction in me. My rage had turned to nought instantly. Yes!!!Yes!!!Yes!!!Sweet retribution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had only one question in my mind. Was that trail you left your "finale" poo? If that was the case, I could only conclude you shit the death out of yourself! Ha!!!Ha!!!Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is specially dedicated to XiaoHua (that's what I call IT) who is the main character as mentioned above. In case you are STILL confused, XiaoHua's disgusting act was a trail of shit dripped unsightly on my bedroom wall. As for his fate, you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-112044779812384827?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/112044779812384827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=112044779812384827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112044779812384827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/112044779812384827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/07/trailer-s-finale-poo.html' title='Trailer &apos;s Finale Poo???'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111994594155302846</id><published>2005-06-28T12:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:05:41.610+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Me</title><content type='html'>Below are some things I had done or remembered vividly during my childhood days. It's good to put them in black and white for memory sake. In case, I got senile and can't remember them when I am old.Read on!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I locked myself in my grandma's room out of fun after shower with only a towel wrapped around. I fell soundly asleep on the bed despite Grandma's knocks and pleas to open the door. When I woke up, the door was open but cemented with a new door knob. Apparently, Grandma panicked (she had no spare key)and my Dad had to hack it off and put on a new knob after that.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mum's cute furry squirrel coin bank. I plucked off all the fur and left it looking naked and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;3. I broke a bottle of red nail polish on Grandma's bedroom floor. My two Aunties and Uncle had a hard time getting rid of the ugly patch. They didn't knew who did it at all.&lt;br /&gt;4. My cousins and I had a all time favourite game. We would use mirrors and reflect the glaring light on the people living next block. We were nearly caught once. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;5. I fed a mixture of Johnson baby powder and water to my cousin. Nothing happened to her. That's not fun!&lt;br /&gt;6. There was once a funeral under Grandma's block. There was a puddle of water in the makeshift tent which we can see directly down from our 5th storey window. Under my creative suggestion, we played a new game. We threw our "masak masak" down the window to see who can aim better to land it directly into the puddle of water. Big trouble!!! One of the people from the funeral came up (with all our thrown down masak masak)to our unit and told my Uncle what happened. We got a scolding from Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;7. I supposed goldfish ate a lot and fed the entire pack of feed at one shot. They died the next day. No more goldfish for me after that.&lt;br /&gt;8. Grandma snoring was really loud that I could not sleep. I arised and pinched her nose. The noise stopped, she choked and woke up. My Mum and Aunties could still remember up to this day that I nearly murdered Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;9. The washing machine seemed inviting. I put my hand in and it was fun...until it got stuck. I yelled for Mum. She managed to rescue me in time. I was so scared that Dad would scold me so I feign sleep. My feigning was so good that I fell into a real deep sleep. I didn't get scolded. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;10. Still remember the olden days toilet flush handle that was attached to a string. I snapped the string twice. Mum used to rmeind me everytime when I go to the toilet "Be gentle to the handle".&lt;br /&gt;11. I plucked off the arms and legs of my doll for fun. I cried when I could not fix them back.&lt;br /&gt;11. At one time, cute colourful teddy bear shaped vitamins were in trend. Mum got a bottle for me. I like it so much that I ate too many a day. That was the last bottle too.&lt;br /&gt;12. On my 5th Auntie wedding day, I played with her false eye lashes. Bad move! I lost one side of it. In the end, she had to go without them. Sorry, 5th Auntie!&lt;br /&gt;13. Grandma bought a new tin of milk powder which came with a free small panda bear. I thought it was mine until my brother said it belongs to him. We fought over it and I lost. I cried. But thank goodness, Mum bought me a brand new one. I still remember I named it XiaoXiong. It's my first teddy bear. I still have it with me.&lt;br /&gt;14. Every Sunday at 9am I owuld be glued to the TV. There's Smurf, my favourite cartoon show on this programme called Sunday Brunch.&lt;br /&gt;15. I hated the cartoon "Snoopy". They talked too much and not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;16. I used to buy fifty cent box of Doraamon (XiaoDingDang) snack that comes with a pack of chocolate and a surprise toy.&lt;br /&gt;17. Mum said I used to be very fascinated with "Sugus Sugus" sweet advertisement on TV. I would yelled "Xiao Gi Gor" (Mum said it's the chinese name of that sweet) repeatedly and finger pointing at the TV screen. They were my favourite sweets back then.&lt;br /&gt;18. I never needed to purchase cartons of milk in school. I was underweight and they were given free to me. The chocolate flavour was my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;19. I never ate broccholi. I thought they were mini-trees. Too disgusting to eat them up.&lt;br /&gt;20. I feared the snails that covered the pavement way I would pass by every morning during kindergarden. Whenever I refused to move on the way, Grandma knew what to do. She would crashed them with her foot. My heroine!&lt;br /&gt;21. I watched late night channel 8 drama serials up to 10.30pm every night. I was late throughout my kindergarden days for half an hour everyday. Grandma always tell me in Teochew "Tell your teacher you got stomachache if she ask you why you are late." It never fail to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111994594155302846?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111994594155302846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111994594155302846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111994594155302846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111994594155302846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/childhood-me.html' title='Childhood Me'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111994275779857782</id><published>2005-06-28T11:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:12:37.803+05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Bad Days In A Row</title><content type='html'>Monday was horrible for me because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I did not have enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. My legs were aching badly.&lt;br /&gt;3. The shoes I bought were the wrong size. I only found out when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had to make another trip to Plaza Singapura to exchange my shoes. Waste of my EZ-Link card, man!&lt;br /&gt;5. Maggie refused to eat her food.&lt;br /&gt;6. Maggie vomitted gastric juice. (Reason: See point 5 above)&lt;br /&gt;7. I had to wipe Maggie's vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (so far) was equally horrible for me because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. I had a bad night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. My dark eye rings are getting worse. (Reason: See point 1 above)&lt;br /&gt;3. I walked the wrong way to Sembawang HDB branch office, made a big u-turn and was barbequed under the blazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Maggie misbehaved and chewed off her bandage. I caught her licking her bad foot. Sign!&lt;br /&gt;5. Ran out of bandage! Never mind, wrapped Maggie's foot in plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;6. Maggie misbehaved again! Made a hole in the plastic bag and licked her bad foot again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Took a bigger plastic bag and tied ovet the torn one. Warned her no more biting or else she will get spanking.&lt;br /&gt;8. Maggie did not removed plastic bag (she understand what spanking is) but refused to eat.&lt;br /&gt;9. I got fuming mad at Maggie. I carried her to my bedroom and left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am in the other room now, writing my lamentations of my blue two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111994275779857782?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111994275779857782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111994275779857782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111994275779857782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111994275779857782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/2-bad-days-in-row.html' title='2 Bad Days In A Row'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111958856047162668</id><published>2005-06-24T09:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:49:20.476+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe For Shallot &amp; Ginger Prawns</title><content type='html'>Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 kg prawns (washed and shells intact)&lt;br /&gt;3 shallots (minced)&lt;br /&gt;1 inch of ginger (minced)&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch of spring onion (cut into 4 sections)&lt;br /&gt;3 red chilli ( cut into stripes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasoning:&lt;br /&gt;Mix well the below (1,2,3) wtih 2 tablespoon of water:&lt;br /&gt;1. 1 dessert spoon oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 dessert spoon light soya sauce&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 dessert spoon sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 tablespoon cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 dessert spoon of sugar&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 half a bowl of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marinate the prawns with sugar and leave alone for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat oil and fry shallot and ginger until fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put in the prawns and stir fry quickly.&lt;br /&gt;4. When prawns are slightly cooked, pour in mixture and stir well. Add in spring onion and chilli.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour in water and let prawns simmer until sauce has thickened.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pour onto plate and serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111958856047162668?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111958856047162668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111958856047162668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958856047162668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958856047162668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/recipe-for-shallot-ginger-prawns.html' title='Recipe For Shallot &amp; Ginger Prawns'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111958684929285966</id><published>2005-06-24T08:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:32:21.536+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Real True Love Stories</title><content type='html'>These are two real true love stories I had heard. I think they make quite good soap opera script reference for Channel 8 drama serial. All names have been changed so do not speculate who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1 - The Dumped Bride&lt;br /&gt;The night before her wedding, Jane was having hens night with her female buddies. Her rich bridegroom-to-be, Tim,  was also having his last bachelor night with his male buddies too. Jane was so drunk that she plopped on the bed and slept like a pig the moment she reached home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early next morning, the happy bridegroom reached Jane's place on the dot to fetch his beautiful bride. Now the unfortunate part rolled in. The bride was still sloshed and not dressed yet. Tim was so ANGRY that he called off the wedding on the spot. Days later he broke up with Jane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane personality changed drastically. She went pubbing every night and got drunk. Probably trying hard to drown her sorrow. Finally she made a decision to go to Melbourne to further her studies. Leaving the sad place where she broke her heart, to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;At Melbourne, she met another man, Jason, who was rich too. Soon they were in love. But alas, he left her for another girl who was years younger than Jane. After this, Jane never believed in love again. Until she met another man, Rick, who was four years younger than her. As the story goes, they fell in love shortly. This time the man did not break her heart but he is not ready to get married. So Jane is in a dilemma now. To wait or leave the man? Jane is still with Rick currently. As for marriage, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2 - The Ill-Fated Girl&lt;br /&gt;Macy had been told by a fortune teller since young that she would not live long. But that didn't trouble her much. She was a pretty girl despite her small petite frame. She had her first boyfriend, James, at a tender age in her primary school. However, puppy love do not last long. Soon, she asked for a break-up with him. James took it really badly. So bad that he said he had mude photos of her and threatened to expose them to the public if she leaves him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shocked but she knew they were true. Their relationship had gone on beyond the boundary...physically. So she was stuck with him. One day she could not take it anymore and said she wanted a break-up. She do not care if the photos were exposed anymore. It was then she realised that she had been had on. James told her plainly that the photos were a lie. Probably he got interested in another girl so he let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this ordeal, it took her a very long time to find love again. His name was Jack. This time she was very sure she had found The One. She was even thinking of marrying him. One fateful day, she got a call from a woman. She identified herself as Sally. She said that Jack had been two-timing her all along. She was with Jack for the last ten years. She broke off with him but she changed her mind. So they are together again. Macy hung up the phone in disbelief. She confronted Jack. Jack confessed that it was true Sally and him were together. But he promised that he would break up with Sally. Macy was very hurt but she loved Jack so much. So she believed his word and forgave him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, Jack asked Macy to meet him urgently at a restaurant. She arrived seeing Jack and...Sally at the table too. Sally was the one who called for this meet-up. Jack eyes avoided Macy all the time. Sally said Jack had been going out with her all this while. Macy realised Jack had lied. Sally issued a ultimatum to Jack to choose between her or Macy. And adding an "important reminder" that she is rich. Jack's career, car and everything he had owe it to her. If he chooses Macy, he will lose everything. Macy was confident that Jack loved her. Sadly, the evening ended with her seeing Jack and Sally walking out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy was devasted. Heart broken and cheated two times in love. She began to indulged herself in drinking every night, crawling from pubs to pubs. One night, she was the pillion rider of a guy from the hell riders gang. She was enjoying the excitng ride and chilling wind until the bike swerved and crashed. Macy only remembered blood flowing all over her. Macy died. The tragic accident and her death was published in the local newspaper years ago. She died in her early twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy, I hoped you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111958684929285966?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111958684929285966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111958684929285966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958684929285966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958684929285966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/bizarre-real-true-love-stories.html' title='Bizarre Real True Love Stories'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111958398393469222</id><published>2005-06-24T08:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:33:03.940+05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New Things I Learnt Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Deo Gratias means "Thank God" in Latin. I got to know it through watching the DVD of the movie entitled "Love So Divine". Interesting! Next time if I keep saying Deo Gratias, you know what I mean huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is an interesting article I read in Her World magazine (July 2005 issue). Now I finally understood what DOM stands for. DOM is the brand of a French tonic wine. Amazing...read on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fascinating Heritage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benedictine monk in France created Benedictine DOM in 1510. Benedictine brothers enjoyed the tonic until the recipe was lost in 1789 during the French Revolution. It was a good 70 years later before a wine merchant discovered the recipe among manuscripts he'd inherited from his grandfather. The tonic was recreated in 1863 and arrived in Asia together with the French missionaries in the early 1900s. DOM, incidentally, stands for Deo Optimo Maximo, which in Latin means "For God, Best and Greatest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little wonder it's so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111958398393469222?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111958398393469222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111958398393469222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958398393469222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958398393469222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/2-new-things-i-learnt-yesterday.html' title='2 New Things I Learnt Yesterday'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111958333550662563</id><published>2005-06-24T08:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:22:15.506+05:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Birthday Sms Record - Belated!</title><content type='html'>Though this sms came late but its the thought that counts. Better late than never!!! Thanks gal, appreciate it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/06/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:58 am Zhengting&lt;br /&gt;happy blated bday! gotta mt me 4 ur pressie k? hugz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111958333550662563?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111958333550662563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111958333550662563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958333550662563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111958333550662563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/27th-birthday-sms-record-belated.html' title='27th Birthday Sms Record - Belated!'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111941600787494665</id><published>2005-06-22T09:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:53:27.880+05:00</updated><title type='text'>High or low risk taker?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I watched the movie "Along Came Polly" and had a good laugh. A cautious, always planning, avoiding danger chap in love with a non-plan plan gal who lived for the moment only. It got so bad that when his wife wanted to patch back to him, he had to use a computer risk taking assessment software to assess who is on the higher risk between the wife and the non-plan plan gal. Then he will choose the one with lower risk. Turned out the non-plan plan gal was the one but she found out about the software thingy. Oops and that's where the trouble comes in. I can't believe it! You use a software to determine who is "safer" to love?! Now where has the heart gone to? Shake head...that chap really "cannot make it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sort of got me thinking I am pretty much like that gal in the movie. I don't plan. I don't use a planner exactly...I only use it to record "that time of the month" dates. I don't set goals or resolutions. Oh...that means I am pretty much a high risk taker. Ha...probably some of you are gawking and thinking "You live your life like that and still can laugh ah!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its just the way I am wired up. I don't enter the year sitting down in solemn thoughts thinking what am I going to achieve this year. Earn a million and slogged my days in the office, boot-licking to people I hate? No way, that's miserable! Getting married before I turn 30? Going up for blind dates, on-line datting and scheming for a groom along the way for that Big Day. No...that's too stressful and I enjoy my lifestyle at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line boils down to this for me "No plan is best plan!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you? High risk or low risk taker?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111941600787494665?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111941600787494665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111941600787494665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941600787494665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941600787494665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/high-or-low-risk-taker.html' title='High or low risk taker?'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111941457078179076</id><published>2005-06-22T09:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:29:30.780+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer For The Day</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As You know, Jeannie is sick right now. I pray that You will heal her and bring complete restoration of health to her body. Whatever the discomfort and disease she is suffering from, I pray that the cleansing flow of Jesus blood will take them away right now. I ask that You will grant her a good rest and she will be completely healed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, God! I believe that You have heard my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Jesus, I ask and pray. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111941457078179076?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111941457078179076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111941457078179076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941457078179076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941457078179076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/prayer-for-day.html' title='Prayer For The Day'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111941405985148447</id><published>2005-06-22T08:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:20:59.856+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funeral Plan</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation of my last post on my favourite songs. Dawn, you are right! The song is sang by that lady you mentioned. Well, I can't believe you, Grace, that you are thinking of cost-cutting on my funeral by using that Smurf theme song. My, my!!! But that's a good one! The below is a sort of plan for my funeral which I think will be ideal for now. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have my memorial service at Botanic Gardens. Lovely place right? All those trees and beautiful flowers. Best place to depart from earth. There will be all my favourite songs played in the background. All will be told to wear casually but no black or white, please! I am not "dead" just gone away. It will start with a little cocktail, preferably some nice champagne and crackers. Thsi will get people to mingle and probably for some catching up too. As you know, relatives rarely relate except at weddings and funerals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the service shall began with the song "Because He lives". Then some strong chaps will carry me in my chocolate box into the centre of the make-shift tent. I will have someone (I don't have anyone in mind who yet) to read a letter I wrote for the congragation. (Sorry, I haven't thought of letter content yet. Basically, it will be some sort of don't grief for me, I am in a better place kinda stuff like that). After that, probably the Smurf theme song can come in to lighten the mood. In case you are wondering why didn't you engage the pastor to sort of preach salvation which is a such a RARE good opportunity...I had it planned out already. My letter will contain my testimony as the preaching. Smart move, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, all will proceed to the cremation centre and I will be reduced to pro-creation state...ashes to be exact! The best part will be the finale...there shall be a BUFFET. As you know strangely, when someone goes to heaven, people became sad instead of happy...and they don't really eat well. So I shall do them a favour and let them eat in remembrance of me. Till then, we meet again and have the best feast together in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully down the years when people (who went for the funeral) who think of me will remarked "Oh I had the best buffet at Cheryl's funeral!" My dear ones, food makes people remember you fondly. This is especially important if you haven't really been exactly a nice person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't jump into conclusion. I am one nice person. Yes, don't doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if there's anything I left out, do comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111941405985148447?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111941405985148447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111941405985148447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941405985148447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941405985148447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-funeral-plan.html' title='My Funeral Plan'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111941228561503020</id><published>2005-06-22T08:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:51:25.616+05:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Unique Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>This year I got the most unique birthday gift! :) First of all, I had to wait for 2 weeks and secondly, its custom-made. Well, its a very special pair of painted canvas shoes with hues of pink and blue. Most importantly, it has a cute bear stuck on the left pair. Oh, isn't it lovely! I can't wait to collect it. Then I shall strut it around and show you how it looked like. Words can't really paint a good picture of it. Well for those of you who are keen to get a pair, you may visit the store at Far East Plaza, #03-45/18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, big hugs and thanks to Angela, Dawn, Faith, Jasmine and Jeannie for that gift!!! Love you lots...of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111941228561503020?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111941228561503020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111941228561503020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941228561503020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941228561503020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/27th-unique-birthday-gift.html' title='27th Unique Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111941176112707886</id><published>2005-06-22T08:27:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:42:41.133+05:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Birthday Sms Record</title><content type='html'>These are all the birthday sms I received yesterday. Thank you guys and gals for being so sweet! I shall post them here for memory sake. So next year when I looked back, I will go "Aw...so sweet!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 23:59am Aaron &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! May God bless you and have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/06/2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 8:27am Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Although it's just a little note, may my thought be big enough to bring you extra happiness on your special day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 9:17am Huizhen&lt;br /&gt;HaPPY BirThday...may the Lord continue to guide and be with you..have a blessed &lt;br /&gt;year ahead..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teck Seng 9:22am&lt;br /&gt;Rou yi! Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 9:23am Zikai&lt;br /&gt;Rou jie! A (very)X 24 Happy birthday to you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 9:47am Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Jie, happy bday! Heez...Having any celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 10:20am Constance&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 11:47am Aunt Rena&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 1:18pm Faith&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Grace 2:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Hei Pussy cat, happy birthday! Sheng rou lao le! hahaha! Anyway, God bless you with the year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111941176112707886?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111941176112707886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111941176112707886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941176112707886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111941176112707886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/27th-birthday-sms-record.html' title='27th Birthday Sms Record'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111838612206626069</id><published>2005-06-10T11:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:48:42.070+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Songs</title><content type='html'>These are some of my favourite songs. Should I ever die suddenly, just pick any of them for my funeral. But please, do not engage some cheap off-key singer. I will rise up from my coffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;2. Heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;3. Deeper in love&lt;br /&gt;4. Because He lives&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour my love on you&lt;br /&gt;6. Eternal flame&lt;br /&gt;7. How could I live without you&lt;br /&gt;8. Smurf theme song&lt;br /&gt;9. Smoke gets in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;10. Amazing grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111838612206626069?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111838612206626069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111838612206626069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111838612206626069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111838612206626069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-favourite-songs.html' title='My Favourite Songs'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162789.post-111838530451960709</id><published>2005-06-10T11:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:35:04.523+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Message To My 2 Commenters On Yesterday Entry</title><content type='html'>Hi gals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a good laugh when I read your comments. Thanks for cheering up my boring Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 1st commenter:&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that you are suffering from serious self-denial. Stop kidding yourself, gal! If I have a video cam to tape down how you sassay down Orchard Road the last time we went out, I reckon Cindy Crawford, the Supermodel will also pale beside you and write a "FU" word and present to you. By the way you are Mummy's precious gal, so your mummy definitely side you. So her comments is unvalid. And why do you drag your teacher into the picture? Tsk,tsk tsk...very BAD!!! By the way, why so late then you go to bed? Must sleep earlier okie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 2nd commenter, I am glad I read it after my lunch. Else I will puke into the bin. So thick-skinned!!! Well, I guess you are also in serious self-denial too like my 1st commenter. Never mind! It's ok, I shan't argue with you. Oh, do keep the cold jokes coming. Weather kinda hot lately! Your comment on "someone" is very bad ah... If I post that comment of yours, I think heaven and earth will shake. Then you can start to sing "I shall not be moved". Ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111838530451960709?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111838530451960709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111838530451960709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111838530451960709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111838530451960709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/message-to-my-2-commenters-on.html' title='Message To My 2 Commenters On Yesterday Entry'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111829149062945602</id><published>2005-06-09T08:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:31:30.636+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourites &amp; Can't Do Without</title><content type='html'>Maggie is now biting her stuffed dinosaur toy mercilessly. I will try not to be distracted by her and list as much as I can think of. Be it food, products, places etc...they are all simply my favourites and can't do without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue colour&lt;br /&gt;2. Smurf&lt;br /&gt;3. Hello Melody&lt;br /&gt;4. Rainy days when I am sleeping in. But no thunder, please!&lt;br /&gt;5. KFC (It can't go extinct!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Prescriptives (Sobs, it's leaving!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Vaseline hand and nail lotion&lt;br /&gt;8. Tiffany's laughter (Kinda like a car engine having problem starting up!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Flip flops (I owned about 20 pairs of them at one time and only 4 pairs of shoes)&lt;br /&gt;10. Chocolate (Royce is one good addiction)&lt;br /&gt;11. Bedok North Street 3, Blk 511 chicken wings (I think Ian enjoyed them as much as me!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Bedok North Street 3, Blk 538 fried carrot cake (Once you tasted them, the rest don't really come close to it)&lt;br /&gt;13. Tanjong Rhu Market fried kway teow (Those old youth will know of this place whic is near ex-youth premise, the SCCC)&lt;br /&gt;14. Bags (My collections are proudly hung up behind my bedroom door and spiling over the storeroom too.&lt;br /&gt;15. Dr Qu facial cleanser (Alas, I can't find it in Singapore anymore. Anybody who knows where you can find it for sales, please tell me ok?)&lt;br /&gt;16. My bean bag turtle since poly days (He has been to all sorts of camps with me, my faithful bedtime companion)&lt;br /&gt;17. My Nici bear (Another great bedtime companion, wonder why Faith calls it "Xin Zhang Ping De Bear"???)&lt;br /&gt;18. Mphosis (I loved their products, best Singapore label according to my dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;19. Nissin instant noodles (I loved the seafood curry and tom yam flavour)&lt;br /&gt;20. Almond jelly longan (Holly Farms poweder made the best of it)&lt;br /&gt;21. Watermelon (I can finish half of it at one shot)&lt;br /&gt;22. Ice-cream (My latest new flame is Magnolia lychee yogurt ice-cream, YUMMY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;23. Great Singapore Sales (Ha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;24. My maroon bible (It's been with me for decades)&lt;br /&gt;25. Mum's cooking (If I am to least them out, the list will be REAL long! Some of those I salivate over are chilli crabs, sichuan soup, chicken wings, asam prawns and sotong and chilli kakong)&lt;br /&gt;26. Sequins (I loved them on flip flops, bags and clothes)&lt;br /&gt;27. Outback restaurant at Millenia Walk (Bring on the steak and onion bloom, man!)&lt;br /&gt;28. Muddy mud pie and ice passion tea at Coffe Club (Still my favourite place to chill out and induldge in desserts)&lt;br /&gt;29. Pokka Jasmine Green Tea (Angela will nod her head)&lt;br /&gt;30. Mentos extra strong mint (Down it with ice water for that sensation refreshing effect)&lt;br /&gt;31. Durian dessert at Ellenborough Cafe inside Merchant Court Hotel&lt;br /&gt;32. Death Becomes Her and Forrest Gump movies. (I simply enjoyed them!)&lt;br /&gt;33. Old Chang Kee sotong fritters and sotong balls (Yummy!)&lt;br /&gt;34. Shark fin &lt;br /&gt;35. My Mphosis black tote bag (It's so big that I can dump my stuff all in)&lt;br /&gt;36. The Body Shop cranberry lip balm (Sweet tasting and smelling) and buffer (cheap and good)&lt;br /&gt;37. Issey Mikayi  and Prescriptives Potion fragrances (Too bad, the latter is limited edition and I can't get it anymore)&lt;br /&gt;39. Perfumes ( Currently, there are about 10 odd bottles cramped at the front of my bed, still adding on...)&lt;br /&gt;40. My bedroom &lt;br /&gt;41. Loreal whitening essense&lt;br /&gt;42. Whitia softening lotion&lt;br /&gt;43. Ettusais lipgloss in RS2&lt;br /&gt;44. Parco Bugis Junction (Best place to shop, eat and hang out!)&lt;br /&gt;45. Western Bar (It's actually a game set I played when I was little, I lost it. Too bad!)&lt;br /&gt;45. Marks and Spencer body lotion&lt;br /&gt;46. Johnson or Gatbsy oil blotters (Out the oil goes off)&lt;br /&gt;47. Loreal intensive treatment shampoo and conditioner (So far, no complaints!)&lt;br /&gt;48. Ribena &lt;br /&gt;49. Milo (My must-have breakfast drink)&lt;br /&gt;50. Cold jokes (Faith has been good at it, keep it up!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, I finally finished my list. Are there some you can identify with me too? Oh, Maggie is asleep already. I guess she got tired of biting that toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am hungry already. I shall have my favourite Nissin cup noodles. Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111829149062945602?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111829149062945602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111829149062945602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111829149062945602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111829149062945602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-favourites-cant-do-without.html' title='My Favourites &amp; Can&apos;t Do Without'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111828861626546051</id><published>2005-06-09T08:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:43:36.270+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>After a long search, I finally made up my mind and found a subsitute for my foundation. Forgive me, Prescriptives, for forsaking you! Okie, the brand is Ettusais which is also under the make-up giant Shiseldo. I will keep my fingers crossed and shall update is it worth the buy.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shally faithfully finished my existing Prescriptives foundation and keep the casing for old time sake. In case, they made a comeback in future ( I could use it again). Or best still, offer a high price for collecting back old casing for their Prescriptives Down The Memory Lane Exhibition. Hee...take it that I am dreaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111828861626546051?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111828861626546051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111828861626546051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111828861626546051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111828861626546051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111780332372295821</id><published>2005-06-03T17:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T17:55:23.726+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis</title><content type='html'>I went to Prescriptives counter for 2 times over 2 weeks and guess what...the foundation shade I used is out of stock. Oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really have to go hunting for another good brand. I have been to some other beauty counters. The sales girls aren't helpful at all. Either they pretend not to see you or they were busy chatting with other sales girls. Sign...I had better logged onto the websites and do my search. This is better and faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111780332372295821?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111780332372295821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111780332372295821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111780332372295821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111780332372295821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/06/crisis.html' title='Crisis'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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-7162789.post-111656209481289540</id><published>2005-05-20T08:41:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:11:22.486+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Message To Potato Master</title><content type='html'>Hi Potato Master,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never emailed to you le! So how has life been? Hope you are doing okie. I noticed that you did put a comment in my blog. So hopefully you do see this entry. I am unsure whether your email is still working because no reply from you on my last email.Sad to say, I am unable to read your blog. Everytime I logged into it, there would be error. So no idea exactly what's going on in your work etc. But I trust that God who knows is taking great care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feeling good or bad lately? Any headaches at work that made you want to tear your hair out? In all things, do remember that God is with you. In your down or "pek chek" moments, do pour your your soul to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a verse for you. I read it in my devotion yesterday. May it bless your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 14:1 "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, also trust in me (Jesus)."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever or whatever you lack, bear this Max Lucado saying "What you have in God is greater than what you don't have in the world." Focus on Him and His grace will be sufficient for you to go through every difficult moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and may you find fullness of joy in His presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always praying for you,&lt;br /&gt;Your Pet Cat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162789-111656209481289540?l=icebluemeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/feeds/111656209481289540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162789&amp;postID=111656209481289540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111656209481289540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162789/posts/default/111656209481289540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebluemeow.blogspot.com/2005/05/message-to-potato-master.html' title='Message To Potato Master'/><author><name>Shengrou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01251056900058814823</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></feed>
