<?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-4793080627708258684</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:46:08.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet &amp; Wood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-8583852066069697673</id><published>2008-12-26T03:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:01:12.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Reflections and Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It's time for year 2009 Reflections and Resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During year 2008, i had the worse relationship of my life. I admire my courage to be able to walk out of the relationship. But this relationship had also taught me so much about giving in to the other party in a relationship. I see every relationship, no matter good or bad, as a learning opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashame to admit that during the time frame of a year, i haven't really improve much. In terms of thinking, material possession, achievement etc. It kind of scares me because everytime i realised 1 year has passed, i realised i am still the same old me doing similar activities, wearing the same clothes, dating the same kind of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, i still prefer to hang out with the same type of people. As much as i would want to be more cultivated or put it simply, "atas" (which means high-class in malay), somehow deep inside i just don't enjoy being around those people. I don't like to be around snobbish and judgemental people who thinks that they are the smartest thing around? I want to be able to be myself and not afraid of showing who i am to people. I like to be stupid and make silly remarks which i think is funny but also risk causing people to think that i am dumb. But its all for a few good laughs and i like seeing people laugh, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections on my bad traits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have a very bad temper towards my boyfriend and this anger is always being fuelled on by many other flaws of mine like perhaps my self-centered nature (hence it's always HIS fault more often than mine), my pride (hence unwilling to apologise immediately when i realised that i do have my own share of faults) and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my past relationships and stories that i have heard made me very doubtful of guys. Perhaps my self-centered nature also caused me to be very protective over myself and my feelings. I don't think i can ever fall head over heels in love with someone. I like and dislike myself applying logical theories in a relationship. The pro is that if you are able to control and hold back your love and keep a clear head, chances are you won't get unreasonably possessive and hysterical. Of course, it will also help you to realise a wrong partner and walk out of the relationship swiftly. The con is.. i feel that its wonderful to be able to love a person so much that he/she comes before yourself. Somehow i think one must be illogical, impractical and silly to be called head over heels in love. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely lazy and even hope that my husband could make me a small-scale tai tai. Of course, that's only an idea.. it's not practical. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble 2009 Resolutions: (basically to complete whatever i am pursuing now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my driving license&lt;br /&gt;2. Maintain a 95 - 100% school attendance&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn advanced salsa and hopefully other kinds of dance too&lt;br /&gt;4. Donate blood&lt;br /&gt;5. Less negative thoughts&lt;br /&gt;6. Be an even better girlfriend! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore at this moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4793080627708258684-8583852066069697673?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8583852066069697673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8583852066069697673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8583852066069697673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8583852066069697673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-reflections-and-resolutions.html' title='2009 Reflections and Resolutions'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-5619526870694007525</id><published>2008-12-03T02:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:08:28.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting issues</title><content type='html'>How does people actually get over issues that hurt them? Do they really forgive and get over it? Or does all these thoughts just lie at the back of their head and is triggered every now and then by little incidents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a problem getting over issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my past relationships had made me stronger and wiser but at the same time made me doubtful, cold and negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you have made me utterly disappointed in marriage, that my partner will eventually lose his feelings for me like how you have lost your feelings in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that i am depressed and hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-5619526870694007525?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5619526870694007525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=5619526870694007525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5619526870694007525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5619526870694007525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/hurting-issues.html' title='Hurting issues'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-8756222180402863743</id><published>2008-11-10T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:51:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDA Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRguHgstkII/AAAAAAAAALE/7-nsnajUQzQ/s1600-h/CIMG8931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267010470781227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRguHgstkII/AAAAAAAAALE/7-nsnajUQzQ/s400/CIMG8931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRgt2j9wxOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7E-cNksMhiQ/s1600-h/CIMG8930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267010179600270562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRgt2j9wxOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7E-cNksMhiQ/s400/CIMG8930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRgttyVr0NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xpjq0yjXnnE/s1600-h/PA211162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267010028839882962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRgttyVr0NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xpjq0yjXnnE/s400/PA211162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8756222180402863743?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8756222180402863743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8756222180402863743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8756222180402863743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8756222180402863743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/ida-chalet.html' title='IDA Chalet'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRguHgstkII/AAAAAAAAALE/7-nsnajUQzQ/s72-c/CIMG8931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-8672600906360078856</id><published>2008-11-09T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:15:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Paul told me to 加油</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRbg3_9M7AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KwGPSqqpuZY/s1600-h/DSC01635a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266644066921933826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRbg3_9M7AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KwGPSqqpuZY/s400/DSC01635a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Beyond's concert was a huge blast. Best part was actually after the concert, because someone knew someone, we manage to meet them at Meritus Mandarin. And I can't tell you how nice Paul was. He shook my hand and told me Jia You = ) hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week, guess who paid a surprise visit at the gallery cafe I was working at during the weekends. LKY. seriously, no joke. I mean I'm not really a huge fan of his. But then, I did read his 2 memoirs at least. and to see the real him right in front. it was really surreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8672600906360078856?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8672600906360078856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8672600906360078856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8672600906360078856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8672600906360078856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-paul-told-me-to.html' title='Beyond Paul told me to 加油'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SRbg3_9M7AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KwGPSqqpuZY/s72-c/DSC01635a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-5846235103006727121</id><published>2008-11-02T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:51:20.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQyBPr_rLhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lWd8uQRylc8/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724170997083666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQyBPr_rLhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lWd8uQRylc8/s400/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His heart was shattering as he pressed those magic pin numbers on the NETS machine. Haha! Thanks dear!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, it was really the best decision to break up with my ex. Yes, on normal days he had always been very sweet and thoughtful... so sweet that i can't bear to leave him. But other times i felt like i was in a military camp, i had to abide strictly to rules and regulations. If failed to do so, it will then lead to a quarrel which ended with both of us screaming and shoving hysterically at each other. It was driving me insane. It was seriously my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i am officially unemployed now! I shall take some time off to run errands and just purely... S.L.A.C.K.I.N.G. Omg... shiok!! Alright, i enjoy being a bummer at times okay! But definitely not for long so don't start pointing your finger at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-5846235103006727121?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5846235103006727121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=5846235103006727121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5846235103006727121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5846235103006727121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-trip.html' title='Shopping trip!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQyBPr_rLhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lWd8uQRylc8/s72-c/DSC04813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-4760449747713756590</id><published>2008-10-28T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:41:41.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunshine Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQb6KEPoVzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3CulkiRJIxM/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262168265473939250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQb6KEPoVzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3CulkiRJIxM/s400/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was feeling quite depressed when I walked into their room, and Andrew gave me a squeeze on my butt which really brighten up my day : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-4760449747713756590?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4760449747713756590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=4760449747713756590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4760449747713756590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4760449747713756590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sunshine-andrew.html' title='My Sunshine Andrew'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQb6KEPoVzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3CulkiRJIxM/s72-c/Image076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-5657099558966776383</id><published>2008-10-28T00:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:05:19.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sunshine</title><content type='html'>I was feeling lousy the other day and sunshine boy cheered me up with sunflowers! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXv4lmRF9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/k9_juXJjsLg/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261875495096621010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXv4lmRF9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/k9_juXJjsLg/s400/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXvjXpwsrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2Jk4CFSfyLU/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXvC40HiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8bi7zwFXxco/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261874572542053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXvC40HiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8bi7zwFXxco/s400/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261873951689070594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXuev9O2AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gwEQqqb6pZA/s400/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXtpW0oH1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/R_q4dEGQn00/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261873034409025362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXtpW0oH1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/R_q4dEGQn00/s400/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-5657099558966776383?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5657099558966776383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=5657099558966776383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5657099558966776383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5657099558966776383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sunshine.html' title='My sunshine'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXv4lmRF9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/k9_juXJjsLg/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-1536327402977715957</id><published>2008-10-27T22:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:55:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXSjxM33VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QBPsBA5LsvU/s1600-h/DSC04780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261843251596877138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXSjxM33VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QBPsBA5LsvU/s400/DSC04780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty amazed at how different i look in this photo as compared to in person as well! Hahaha. And so i say, never trust a girl's photo... Somehow they are just bestowed with the talent of finding their best angle under the best lighting in the best pose to create an out-of-the-world photo. Anyway, i think my make up skills have also improved! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-1536327402977715957?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1536327402977715957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=1536327402977715957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1536327402977715957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1536327402977715957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/camera-trick.html' title='Camera trick'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SQXSjxM33VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QBPsBA5LsvU/s72-c/DSC04780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-2239661665336675533</id><published>2008-10-21T13:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:37:48.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me smile even when you're not around</title><content type='html'>Sweet is falling for someone... But hesitating, as usual. Somehow it seems i keep going round in circles, falling for the same kind of people over and over again. Should i suppress my emotions and break through this vicious cycle? For now, this infatuation is too overwhelming for me to hide. We'll see how it goes in a few days' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-2239661665336675533?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2239661665336675533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=2239661665336675533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/2239661665336675533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/2239661665336675533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile even when you&apos;re not around'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-7671288089873977893</id><published>2008-10-17T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:37:42.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood's Chillout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd6r7VTYaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xFcRILlkP2s/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257805985058349474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd6r7VTYaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xFcRILlkP2s/s400/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I hide everyday from monday to friday, 8:30 to 6pm, playing solitare and tetris while trying my very best to act very busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is seriously a fantastic treatment. I was unable to capture the rest. there's still a personal drawer, cabinet, in/out tray and like a 1 metre long space left at the back of the table. AND i still got my OWN dustbin (auto cleared everyday TWO times!) hahaha, better enjoy as much as I can. We will be moving to a new office very soon : ((((  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-7671288089873977893?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7671288089873977893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=7671288089873977893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/7671288089873977893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/7671288089873977893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/woods-chillout.html' title='Wood&apos;s Chillout'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd6r7VTYaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xFcRILlkP2s/s72-c/Image072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-1590063405411891175</id><published>2008-10-17T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:32:01.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's hardest thing to differentiate is between a muffin and cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd6Gu1_0TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iJ0zB5DzKkE/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd5PagvpCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DGRPrLJ2df8/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd47IkG73I/AAAAAAAAAJE/F2Z4ZVPcyn0/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257804047284891506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd47IkG73I/AAAAAAAAAJE/F2Z4ZVPcyn0/s400/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd4w6py-VI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jgai4jcHGwo/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257803871751960914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd4w6py-VI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jgai4jcHGwo/s400/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when things were going on fine and well in the lovely land of IDA, our dearest June had to throw a bombshell over to us, sheeee hadddd tooo leavvve ussss *wipe tears*.... but she made us self baked muffins before she left so, hahahha, bye bye!!!&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or was it cupcake? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-1590063405411891175?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1590063405411891175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=1590063405411891175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1590063405411891175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1590063405411891175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/worlds-hardest-thing-to-differentiate.html' title='The world&apos;s hardest thing to differentiate is between a muffin and cupcake'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SPd47IkG73I/AAAAAAAAAJE/F2Z4ZVPcyn0/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-9080285764015304439</id><published>2008-10-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:43:06.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SO4KYAL1GcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/idqzaMlKe-4/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255149222670703042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SO4KYAL1GcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/idqzaMlKe-4/s400/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-9080285764015304439?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/9080285764015304439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=9080285764015304439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/9080285764015304439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/9080285764015304439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SO4KYAL1GcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/idqzaMlKe-4/s72-c/Image064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-6435387549982953545</id><published>2008-10-09T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:06:16.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay to sleep early on a wednesday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOzlC52DkZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D7Dn10xmFh0/s1600-h/00569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254826703284572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOzlC52DkZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D7Dn10xmFh0/s400/00569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be enjoying myself like this right now. Nonono! *shakes head madly* I should be sleeping. Yes, a normal person will be sleeping on this day of the week at this time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to add new pieces to my collection... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do i want? Or do i want none at all? Boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-6435387549982953545?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6435387549982953545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=6435387549982953545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/6435387549982953545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/6435387549982953545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-okay-to-sleep-early-on-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s okay to sleep early on a wednesday night'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOzlC52DkZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D7Dn10xmFh0/s72-c/00569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-5339806187394639847</id><published>2008-10-08T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:56:57.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOCK KEE AH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOytXPusPdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9SKGjpLqiDk/s1600-h/DSCN4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254765480105491922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOytXPusPdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9SKGjpLqiDk/s400/DSCN4567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyrNlGaTzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cSLlvBHDY2g/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254763115020177202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyrNlGaTzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cSLlvBHDY2g/s400/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyrEjro9_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yOi2081kVhg/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254762960020633586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyrEjro9_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yOi2081kVhg/s400/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyq3_uQCNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wDYC6akgy4k/s1600-h/DSCN4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254762744209475794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyq3_uQCNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wDYC6akgy4k/s400/DSCN4565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyqWvDbCLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ByohxMBFy3w/s1600-h/CIMG9285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254762172799191218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOyqWvDbCLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ByohxMBFy3w/s400/CIMG9285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the hell of a ktv last night@ Marina after work. its HOCK CHAI'S BIRTHDAY!!! looking at him turn 23 I felt a little .................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really a great evening. KTV should always be like how we play it. We kinda created our mini dance floor in the middle with all of us jumping inside. 9 of us. I thought the room was really small initially. But after shifting the tables I realise June can do miracles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i learnt and mastered the most important skill in office so far from the Andrew the great, he taught me how to pee, stop, swop cubicles, and continue to pee finish the last part. I freaking cried in the toilet. but it was an acheivement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-5339806187394639847?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5339806187394639847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=5339806187394639847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5339806187394639847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5339806187394639847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/hock-kee-ah.html' title='HOCK KEE AH!!!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOytXPusPdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9SKGjpLqiDk/s72-c/DSCN4567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-8763086219780754838</id><published>2008-10-06T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:20:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I had a really bad dream last night. I found myself tossing and turning and shaking my head vigorously with tears at the corners of my eyes. I always have a hard time adjusting my emotions after a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink to release my stress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8763086219780754838?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8763086219780754838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8763086219780754838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8763086219780754838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8763086219780754838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-8492953403733724026</id><published>2008-10-06T00:16:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:29:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore F1 Grand Prix</title><content type='html'>Many thanks to my girlfriend who got us tickets to F1 final race! Woo! She had a hotel room overlooking the track too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3bnFJiKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kFoyOxDA8ME/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253721019046791330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3bnFJiKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kFoyOxDA8ME/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and xian at the hotel room getting excited with our passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3WRvSn2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0moO-2P2h-U/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253720927418621794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3WRvSn2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0moO-2P2h-U/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from the hotel balcony overlooking the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3PxSQQZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kb0b-PgAuDc/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253720815627682194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3PxSQQZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kb0b-PgAuDc/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going down to watch the race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3JwiaLiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OryXLF6AIBg/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253720712347790882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3JwiaLiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OryXLF6AIBg/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the racing cars lining up before the race starts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3Ea47PpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tNlk2zuqmwU/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253720620637306514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3Ea47PpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tNlk2zuqmwU/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHIONG AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj28U9zg2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q3QWYo8zvhk/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253720481608205154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj28U9zg2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q3QWYo8zvhk/s400/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speeding past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj2wyBaO_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KIZV2gZ6KCE/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253720283249523698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj2wyBaO_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KIZV2gZ6KCE/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj2gGcOx5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/W0WjJD-MOLM/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253719996672952210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj2gGcOx5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/W0WjJD-MOLM/s400/026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops, it's an accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj2RofRkfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9FFEMdtTWR0/s1600-h/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253719748114485746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj2RofRkfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9FFEMdtTWR0/s400/029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The race is over... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj1-w74q9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oAxPx577THY/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253719423964457938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj1-w74q9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oAxPx577THY/s400/032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody getting up to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went down to the track to explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj1a_T1MZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ubyl9hmFHb8/s1600-h/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253718809347699090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj1a_T1MZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ubyl9hmFHb8/s400/039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scratch marks of their tyres at the bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj01O_XJMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BTYZi4PzBu8/s1600-h/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253718160721781954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj01O_XJMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BTYZi4PzBu8/s400/054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0prHjWII/AAAAAAAAAGc/fIes5JM5B3I/s1600-h/058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253717962113898626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0prHjWII/AAAAAAAAAGc/fIes5JM5B3I/s400/058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the check point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0i-CEpgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G_qR3dk5H8o/s1600-h/059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253717846932104706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0i-CEpgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G_qR3dk5H8o/s400/059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253717713606045458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0bNWqbxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ib8qQlkoslA/s400/063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The pit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0TK3OJkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xj2y2p8jCFA/s1600-h/064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253717575498344002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj0TK3OJkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xj2y2p8jCFA/s400/064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOjzgD67MDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1b2WhTQ_fgw/s1600-h/067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253716697461502002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOjzgD67MDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1b2WhTQ_fgw/s400/067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8492953403733724026?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8492953403733724026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8492953403733724026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8492953403733724026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8492953403733724026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-f1-grand-prix.html' title='Singapore F1 Grand Prix'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOj3bnFJiKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kFoyOxDA8ME/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-743330305667373808</id><published>2008-10-05T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:56:57.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOge0SjTn8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qMoPyfpf368/s1600-h/P9230975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253482849009639362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOge0SjTn8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qMoPyfpf368/s400/P9230975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-743330305667373808?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/743330305667373808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=743330305667373808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/743330305667373808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/743330305667373808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOge0SjTn8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qMoPyfpf368/s72-c/P9230975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-8952049918155858348</id><published>2008-09-30T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:28:08.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely, Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOJDRqjXE7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rbL0LuqCa18/s1600-h/n585876770_1361661_7455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251834086226858930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOJDRqjXE7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rbL0LuqCa18/s400/n585876770_1361661_7455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new picture sent from frank from John's Wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOJDLiTHMOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/690SEIADKBo/s1600-h/CIMG9182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251833980932010210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOJDLiTHMOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/690SEIADKBo/s400/CIMG9182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOJAEtgdq8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H0oNBGky3Bs/s1600-h/P9230970.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated Andrew's birthday last week. Isn't his shirt nice? I was wondering if there's a 360 degrees version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad the freaking F1 is finally over, now that I can take a bus to work. I never loved SBS Buses so much before after a week on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8952049918155858348?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8952049918155858348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8952049918155858348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8952049918155858348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8952049918155858348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/definitely-maybe.html' title='Definitely, Maybe'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SOJDRqjXE7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rbL0LuqCa18/s72-c/n585876770_1361661_7455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-5911996705239560607</id><published>2008-09-24T01:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:19:01.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step-on-dog-shit-luck</title><content type='html'>Recently i received a message in Friendster and it's from a primary school mate! Apparently they were gathering all classmates on Facebook and they are doing quite a good job i must say! I was so shocked to see quite a number of them in there already! Hahaha. Friendster and Facebook are such amazing creations. I'm so excited for a meet up! I hope it will materialise afterall... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been actively going to the gym lately, sigh... wasting money! I was having dinner with a friend when we were suddenly given free extra tickets to a gala premier of the mandarin show "Connected" 保持通話 starring Louis Koo (Hong Kong) and Big S (Taiwan). It was a lousy seating, it's on the second row! The front stage was being fenced up and we joked about how Louis Koo and Big S is going to appear and act for us live. If so, our seatings will turn out to be the best of all and people on the last row will cry. And guess what? They really made an appearance! OMG! Step-on-dog-shit-luck man! We were totally dumb-founded but not forgetting to snap loads of photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwz6avuII/AAAAAAAAAE8/EtecGM4FRqQ/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249280509089921154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwz6avuII/AAAAAAAAAE8/EtecGM4FRqQ/s400/DSC04732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah... Is it really them?? So lucky meh???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwr-sX8OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rlbkrc4RW8c/s1600-h/DSC04733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249280372798648546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwr-sX8OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rlbkrc4RW8c/s400/DSC04733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwixVkZ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-i_yxDTsai0/s1600-h/DSC04738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249280214594512834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwixVkZ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-i_yxDTsai0/s400/DSC04738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwUR_XD1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UFKx-MCKnng/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249279965661695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwUR_XD1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UFKx-MCKnng/s400/DSC04739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwKxO878I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6i_yLme8msQ/s1600-h/DSC04735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249279802249899970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwKxO878I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6i_yLme8msQ/s400/DSC04735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           *drools......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwE_tPK8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/35I1SQ020TQ/s1600-h/DSC04736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249279703055805378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwE_tPK8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/35I1SQ020TQ/s400/DSC04736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They look exactly the same as on television! Sorry for the blur photos, had to zoom in using my humble handphone. How could my camera not be with me during emergencies like these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-5911996705239560607?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5911996705239560607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=5911996705239560607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5911996705239560607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5911996705239560607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/recently-i-received-message-from.html' title='Step-on-dog-shit-luck'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNkwz6avuII/AAAAAAAAAE8/EtecGM4FRqQ/s72-c/DSC04732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-3057528061566112124</id><published>2008-09-22T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:05:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Collection</title><content type='html'>I went to St James with my colleagues again! Power house is really playing all those nice RnBs and making me unable to leave the place! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNZyycebcXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cnpKELspgt8/s1600-h/DSC04730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248508626709737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNZyycebcXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cnpKELspgt8/s400/DSC04730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next clubbing session! Starting to add pieces to my collection, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really sad... I'm lost once again... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-3057528061566112124?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3057528061566112124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=3057528061566112124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/3057528061566112124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/3057528061566112124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-collection.html' title='New Collection'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNZyycebcXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cnpKELspgt8/s72-c/DSC04730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-2959997326375275724</id><published>2008-09-20T02:25:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:27:22.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTV!</title><content type='html'>Tell me how unlucky i am. I've been craving for ktv since ages ago and when i've finally found kakis to go with, i am down with flu! DANG! It affects the quality of my voice lah, the same goes to consumption of alcohol. Therefore, i dislike mixing ktv with alcohol. Because i am not a professional, my voice have to be in tip top condition to be able to present a song fully and accurately (most of the time at least). I need to increase the level of echo too. Troublesome right? Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot that i have a photo i took with Jamie Yeo at Show Me Your Sloggi contest. She was one of the judges. By the way, she looks even prettier in real. Okay, i know i look weird but it's my first time taking photo with a celebrity. I'm already trying my best to look natural! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPv7XEbFXI/AAAAAAAAADk/cNfcKbzZEb0/s1600-h/DSC04725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247801793900647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPv7XEbFXI/AAAAAAAAADk/cNfcKbzZEb0/s400/DSC04725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktv kakis for today... presenting Chloe the songstress and Charles! Apparently, Charles is enjoying himself very much. Just look at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPv01mKEkI/AAAAAAAAADc/bAvGIhrHgSU/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247801681836118594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPv01mKEkI/AAAAAAAAADc/bAvGIhrHgSU/s400/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and me! Forgot about the rest of the people. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPvtWRQQqI/AAAAAAAAADU/XHVzxMz8p3s/s1600-h/DSC04727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247801553167860386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPvtWRQQqI/AAAAAAAAADU/XHVzxMz8p3s/s400/DSC04727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to Charles for helping me to buy subway sandwich and lending me his jacket cause it was SO COLD there. My nose was practically sprinting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when our session is about to end i managed to slot in one last medley that is worth 10 minutes long (to cheat them of an extra 10 minutes singing time)! I was giggling so happily, only to realise that it's the cantonese version instead of the mandarin version i wanted... Grr! Stupid fool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next craving... to try out the food at Canele! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canele is this restaurant at Shaw Centre which i have to painfully walk pass every single day and drool over their pretty macaroons on display. Macaroon is a delicious (and seriously addictive) french dessert and is one of my favourite! Recently, Chloe told me that their pasta is very good and it's quite affordable, about $15 plus minus. I expected them to be waaayyy more expensive judging from their interior so it was a rather pleasant surprise. I wanna go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845092356993090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNQXTqY3MEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xz3Ak7IXmPs/s400/macaroon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845264302598482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNQXdq746VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L0T3BD0_aPk/s400/rasp_macs_row_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACAROONS!! *OMG*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-2959997326375275724?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2959997326375275724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=2959997326375275724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/2959997326375275724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/2959997326375275724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/ktv.html' title='KTV!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SNPv7XEbFXI/AAAAAAAAADk/cNfcKbzZEb0/s72-c/DSC04725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-6416670087238874663</id><published>2008-09-18T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:22:06.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Your Sloggi 2008</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i attended the "Show Me Your Sloggi" contest 2008 at MOS because my girlfriend is taking part in it. For men who don't know what Sloggi is, it is actually a sub-brand from Triumph lingerie. I have a piece or 2 of Sloggi undies. Hehe. It's really comfy but $13.90 for a piece! It's exciting to see a bunch of pretty girls sashaying about in bra and panties. Wahaha. Pervertic me. I'm not sure whether i am allowed to post photos of the girls... But i'll post my fully-dressed photo when i receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were serving finger food and we were like scavangers! HAHAHA! Buay paisay man... but it was funny the way we were aiming at the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-6416670087238874663?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6416670087238874663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=6416670087238874663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/6416670087238874663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/6416670087238874663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/show-me-your-sloggi-2008.html' title='Show Me Your Sloggi 2008'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-7399964702275955973</id><published>2008-09-16T20:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:59:07.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you!</title><content type='html'>I am running a fever right now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much late nights and insufficient intake of water! Since young, my dad had always insisted that we drink loads of water and take a good rest at home instead of going to the clinic. I'm glad that our family has this practice because honestly, i think i don't fall sick as much as normal people does (or friends around me). Only if i've been abusing my body... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum on the contrary, is the worried sort and kept urging me to call my dad and ask him to accompany me to the clinic. Haha. But anyway it feels good to be loved and having people make a fuss over you. I know... that's why i tried not to be so uncompassionate anymore. Even though i find it really hard to express my concerns and emotions... mushy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few years, i've tried to say "i love you" more often, to family, to friends, and to boyfriend. Males usually argued that 'love' exists in the heart, you don't have to always say it. But it's always nice to have an assurance from time to time that no matter what happens, you still have people who loves you and is willing to stand by you. People tend to forget, you need to remind them. Just create a fuss over her or fake concern over the most trivial issue (you better make it believing though)... it can make her happy for DAYS (unless you don't do something stupid again to make her angry). Initially you might find it awkward but you will soon get accustomed to it. Trust me, i've been through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go make those people close to your heart happy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i'm so excited cause i just managed to convince my dad to sponsor my lasik surgery! HEHEHE. But it'll worth 2 years' birthday present. Okay lah, better than nothing! Since i'm already 22 years old, by right i shouldn't be extorting money from my dad. Haha. I'll pay back by earning more money okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is not physically close and we seldom have meals together. All of us are busy with our own entertainment and activities. Sometimes i don't even know when my parents are overseas? But despite that, we feel so much love and trust from each other. I'm really happy that i'm blessed with this family. I love them so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love my bestfriends and buddies too... omg, i am squirming in joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-7399964702275955973?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7399964702275955973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=7399964702275955973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/7399964702275955973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/7399964702275955973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you.html' title='I love you!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-4579398183834767715</id><published>2008-09-15T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:13:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing John a blissful marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SM6GivPgtsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RALO0RipJmQ/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246278547288405698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SM6GivPgtsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RALO0RipJmQ/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for my hair to dry, I shall blog my very special day today. Its John's wedding, seriously. I couldn't wait to get out of office. 6pm, I snatch my bag and *boom*............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 3 of the old taurus 3 gang was there to celebrate this special moment with him. One month ago, I was with John@ parkway fish&amp;amp;co for dinner. I was still asking so many questions, and just today he finally got married. Stupid Frank commented that 2 years ago today we were still in Tekong counting down our 14days confinement period. Haha I can't help but feel dismayed with a sense of hope for the future looking at the days pass like nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment when they pop the champagne, kristie was all with smiles and john just looked at her, I couldn't help but tell Frank I'm totally envious of that lucky guy! : ) I finally conclude what's life without a partner to share every cube of sugar and a drop of tears? I sincerely wish them all the blissfulness in the world and may this love be with them till their hair turns white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pleasant evening with nice food and great companions to chit-chat throughout the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: I'm thinking of adding a few pots of flower to my desk : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-4579398183834767715?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4579398183834767715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=4579398183834767715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4579398183834767715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4579398183834767715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/wishing-john-blissful-marriage.html' title='Wishing John a blissful marriage'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SM6GivPgtsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RALO0RipJmQ/s72-c/Image053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-1720135744507909732</id><published>2008-09-14T05:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:59:39.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss true blue RnBs</title><content type='html'>HEHE. I'm elated! I bumped into some old friends and they commented that i've slimmed down. My gym sessions are paying off! I had quite a fun night today at st james! We were club hopping and just in time for RnB in most of the clubs. No more sitting through live bands! It's dance, dance and dance. Pure enjoyment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i seem to be more and more frank and forthright nowadays. Getting defensive and feel the extreme urge of telling people off. I'm probably tired from players / mind games / lies and all. Zzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, need to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-1720135744507909732?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1720135744507909732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=1720135744507909732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1720135744507909732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1720135744507909732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/hehe.html' title='I miss true blue RnBs'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-8660693304331212804</id><published>2008-09-13T04:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:36:30.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not like it's something new...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i know i'm most likely to be right especially pertaining to issues like this but still it never fails to bother me quite a bit when it does really happen. It always the same scenario, you know you are right but you hope you are not. All i need to do is to... block. Block out 'unpleasant' / non-beneficial thoughts. It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i've just got my own pair of gym shoes! Finally i can resume my gym sessions! That tummy is growing by each day... Now i can gobble down junk food / consume alcohol without guilt again! Hehe. I'm trying to have a healthy routine so i can do more other unhealthy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8660693304331212804?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8660693304331212804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8660693304331212804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8660693304331212804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8660693304331212804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-like-its-something-new.html' title='Not like it&apos;s something new...'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-1071831037466464759</id><published>2008-09-11T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:00:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun night!</title><content type='html'>I need to sleep real badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Double O is still surviving quite well right now! You could've guessed, i went last night. The last time i went was like... omg, years ago? I used to think it's a loser place... HAHA! But the music was good last night and i had great company, so... i've nothing to complain about! Had loads of fun playing 'direction' game! And a little bonus... i met a cute french guy (or so he claimed) who looks like an asian. Haha. But he was probably drunk too... and he won't remember to call me. Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... I've missed out so much fun for the last 6 months!! Okay, my ex was pretty sweet to me at times but it's just a different idea of fun i guess. I enjoyed having him and just him around too. It's just too bad we were not meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually slightly disturbed that my friend didn't reply me when he was the one who invited me to join him prior to that. But suddenly it dawned on me that i was supposed to adjust my emotions as i've mentioned in my previous entry. So, ya... trying, trying to adjust alright. I need to divert my attention to something/someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i met up with my donkey-years-ago-ex yesterday afternoon and it was sooo funny when he told me what an asshole i was. There was once when his bike broke down, my girlfriend got her male friend to come pick her/us up and i went along leaving him behind! Omg! Hahaha. That was such a wrong thing to do but what do you expect from a teenager? Okay, especially me. I am not the attentive and caring kind of girl. Not that i don't want to but it just doesn't cross my mind! I can't help it as much as i wish i could man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me when i was in secondary school, my then boyfriend was from my class. One day we were at the science lab and he was burning the test tube so long that the bottom part of it shattered. My female classmate dashed over at that instant and was completely showering concern over him. It's just over-reacting and to a certain extent, pretentious to me... I mean i'm concerned but i'm not seriously WORRIED. How injured can you get from a broken test tube! Arh, whatever. Maybe i am just uncompassionate okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-1071831037466464759?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1071831037466464759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=1071831037466464759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1071831037466464759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1071831037466464759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-night.html' title='Fun night!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-8715997528196372988</id><published>2008-09-08T00:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:00:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How about an open relationship?</title><content type='html'>I am venturing into the possibility of having an open relationship right now, which of course was flatly rebuked by my male friends that,"It's impossible". As quoted from one of them,"A man would want to flirt around but they wouldn't want their girlfriend to do the same". I understand it has something to do with a man's EGO. I know more complicated issues may follow such arrangement and the emotional turmoil afterwards may be too much for one to handle. I must say, it seems like a good idea at first but reality doesn't always reflect the same as you imagined. But well, just feeling curious how will such relationship work out for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how did i come across this crazy idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After plenty of stories i've heard, i've analysed the science of why being cheated on hurts so damn much. I think the first emotion to receiving such news is - shock. Yes, the i-can't-believe-you-are-doing-this-to-me!! reaction. Being cheated on hurts because you think you've put in a whole deal of effort (and love) in the relationship and suddenly feel that it is not being justified and reciprocated. Its the unexpectedness that is causing the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there was such mutual agreement, you would have already adjusted your emotions right from the start. Nobody need to feel betrayed or unfair. Maybe one would find that such agreement lack the thrill that comes with cheating on their partners. Like how delicious the forbidden fruit look only because it is FORBIDDEN? Don't even try to cook up reasons to justify your wrong doings, just admit it - you did felt the adrenaline rush. But if you are afraid of retribution, i think the mutual agreement plan is just the right plan for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hassle-free - no more sobbing hysterical girlfriend! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save talktime - no more explanations of where you went and with who! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy flexibility - have the plan specially catered to you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-8715997528196372988?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8715997528196372988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=8715997528196372988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8715997528196372988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/8715997528196372988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-about-open-relationship_08.html' title='How about an open relationship?'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-4667578950431860072</id><published>2008-09-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:15:46.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SMPh2c5YMyI/AAAAAAAAABw/BmPNbjMlWgs/s1600-h/PeterpanRKO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282716775428898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SMPh2c5YMyI/AAAAAAAAABw/BmPNbjMlWgs/s320/PeterpanRKO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-4667578950431860072?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4667578950431860072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=4667578950431860072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4667578950431860072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4667578950431860072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SMPh2c5YMyI/AAAAAAAAABw/BmPNbjMlWgs/s72-c/PeterpanRKO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-1614972905556604168</id><published>2008-09-07T00:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:00:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thesweet.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>Let's just call this thesweet.blogspot.com because Wood is not contributing actively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little recap of what i've been up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday xian brought me to Mimolette, which is a total new place to me (but apparently heard from someone else that it has been around for a year). It's like a house party instead of a club! It's cozy and it feels as though everybody knows everybody. And most importantly, they play nice RnB! I can imagine myself hanging out there more often in future.... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i finally got to go ktv!! But i don't feel like it has curbed my craving much. I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need to go again! I'm always greedy for singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-1614972905556604168?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1614972905556604168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=1614972905556604168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1614972905556604168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/1614972905556604168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-just-call-this-thesweet.html' title='thesweet.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-9008907021488432693</id><published>2008-09-05T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:01:08.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally over...</title><content type='html'>It wasn't as difficult as the first time but finally it's over. I don't have to see him ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in fact, easier than quitting smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he try so hard to please me only when it's over? He gave me too many empty promises, especially the one that has been keeping us together. You do not seem to understand how important it is to me and even IF you did fulfill that promise, i can't even guarantee it will heal my wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can whine and complain about how unfair it is, but there are some things that has no turning back. No second chance. You just have to look for someone new to start afresh with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be brave and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited enough and i will not wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-9008907021488432693?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/9008907021488432693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=9008907021488432693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/9008907021488432693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/9008907021488432693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-finally-over.html' title='It&apos;s finally over...'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-4590704795705917548</id><published>2008-09-04T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:27:31.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitments... are you up for it?</title><content type='html'>I really wish i am rich enough to have salmon sashimi every single day. HAHA! It's really things like these that makes me unhappy to settle for a low pay for the rest of my life. But when i am finally rich enough to have sashimi everyday, will it then ignite my desire for even more luxurious items and lifestyle? Speaking of which, passion versus monetary payoff... which will you allow to triumph over the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give a very boring answer and that is... a combination of both. And it's usually people like me that will not turn out to be very outstanding in life. If you strongly stand by either one answer, you are very safe. I'm always very "in the middle" of practically everything. From my family background, to my educational level, to decision making and preference. Some may even find such indecisiveness utterly irritating, including myself... i am pretty irritated with myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on a logical mind, i hate being the jack in all trades. But the real fact, i really enjoy learning different things and have a hand in everything. And i love having been there and done that. But we eventually have to choose that one particular thing we love (or at least like the most) and specialise in that, isn't it? I really have a hard time deciding, i seem to enjoy doing so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how i can eat the same food everyday and not get bored of it but when it comes to things like my career or marriage, questions like "will i really want to do this or be with this person &lt;strong&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;?" start to surface. I'm sure everyone likes to do things out of their own will but i feel exceptionally violated if my freedom is being threatened. I am really commitment-probe, even to things like insurance and saving plans. I'd rather take the pathetic interest that banks offer than what insurance companies could offer (that comes binded with a scary 10 years long commitment). I am still procrastinating... It will happen eventually when things are stabilised... but when exactly? Uh, i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, after much procrastination, i've at least committed myself to gym subcription! Haha. Hey, that's the first step of walking out of my fears... Alright, enough of procrastination, insurance and life saving plans here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed i am mentioning GYM in all my entries. Fine. I don't have anything else interesting in my life right now CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to my web design lessons though! I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-4590704795705917548?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4590704795705917548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=4590704795705917548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4590704795705917548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/4590704795705917548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-really-wish-i-am-rich-enough-to-have.html' title='Commitments... are you up for it?'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-5164369685802747837</id><published>2008-09-04T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:10:26.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mooncake Festival!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whether today really is the mooncake festival but i've received a greeting message on that, so... happy mooncake festival to you! Damn, i haven't gotten the chance to lay my hands on any yummy mooncakes yet and it's over already? Talking about that, don't you realise how festivals become less and less of a hoo haa as you grow older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how every chinese new year, my dad would bring us to the provision shop nearby our house to stock up on the new year goodies. As a kid, this is probably the most exciting time of the year. All the red packets $$$ and candies... woo! I would grab as much candies as my little arm could carry, with no guilt about the huge bill that comes right after that at all (once in a year what...). A vase of pussy willows will sit at the corner of our house, with decorations hung up by me and my sister. Old-fashioned new year songs will be playing throughout the whole day until i could even hear "gong xi gong xi...." in my dream. I felt so into the chinese new year mood and i enjoyed every moments of it. I really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think this is childish, but i used to hope i won't grow up and turn into a boring adult. And even until now, i still try not to grow up too fast. At the age of 22 now, i still look forward to litting lanterns during the lantern festival or going to chinatown and squeeze with other people (regardless of how irritating it actually is) during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think the next chinese new year is my turn to take the initiative of buying new year CDs and blasting them over the stereo. Not forgetting the pussy willows too. *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I really need a massage badly, my whole body is aching from all the gym sessions. Any recommendations for a cheap and good massage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-5164369685802747837?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5164369685802747837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=5164369685802747837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5164369685802747837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/5164369685802747837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='Happy Mooncake Festival!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-3506698813979064796</id><published>2008-09-03T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:05:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet saying HELLO!</title><content type='html'>I'll buy you the metal dustbin for christmas and birthday! Ikea's selling for $9. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted yin and yang (read in an ang moh pai accent) .blogspot.com but wood strongly objected. Quite cool what... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym (i'm pretty obsessed with it right now) after work and watched some tv before i decided to sit down in front of my computer and force my 1st entry. I'm excited to blog after being absent for 2 years but actually i would prefer to remain annoymous because my thoughts are usually not very kind. HAHA. But i always ended up letting people know my "evil" thoughts anyway... which i always insisted that its just things that people think about from time to time but never really show it or let anybody know? Maybe i am disillusioned and i'm one of the only fews with the "evil" thoughts. Or maybe concealing evil thoughts is what you call politeness too? Like how you actually dislike someone but you pretended that there was never such an issue. Some call it hypocritical while others term it as being polite (as in showing a black face instead would have put the rest of the people in a difficult position).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always confuse and contradict myself... but not to worry, you'll soon get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went drinking last week and i know it's pretty bad but i don't remember some moments of that night again. It's like since about 1 year ago, i've been experiencing memory lost during drinking sessions. Maybe i've been trying hard to block out unpleasant thoughts too often that it automatically blocks off even when i didn't ask it to. Now i hope no kids are reading this right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i need to sleep now, i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Sweet's entries are not going to be very pleasant most of the time and to some extent, some might even find it depressing and somewhat disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-3506698813979064796?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3506698813979064796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=3506698813979064796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/3506698813979064796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/3506698813979064796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-buy-you-metal-dustbin-for-christmas.html' title='Sweet saying HELLO!'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</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-4793080627708258684.post-6810409306274482757</id><published>2008-09-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:26:27.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0Utz_FKyI/AAAAAAAAABI/QSmjL64uWDg/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241368318610582306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0Utz_FKyI/AAAAAAAAABI/QSmjL64uWDg/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0UnEaMX4I/AAAAAAAAABA/F0NFUNIwdl8/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241368202760183682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0UnEaMX4I/AAAAAAAAABA/F0NFUNIwdl8/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0UXCuaphI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cfoT0NGKG8Y/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241367927430227474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0UXCuaphI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cfoT0NGKG8Y/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the entire afternoon remaking my room : ) and above is the result. all I need now is a molecule clock and metal dustbin with my spotlight carpet and I'm quite done. So if u need ideas on what to get me for xmas...................*BIG GRIN*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-6810409306274482757?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6810409306274482757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=6810409306274482757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/6810409306274482757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/6810409306274482757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/room-makeover.html' title='Room Makeover'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmaGKjBJNO4/SL0Utz_FKyI/AAAAAAAAABI/QSmjL64uWDg/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793080627708258684.post-766842029467754544</id><published>2008-09-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:29:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet &amp; Wood</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, don't ask me why is it called the sweet and wood.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an introduction, this is a blog shared between 2 very intelligent, sophiscated, pretty human being. 1 goes by the name of Justin and the other goes by the name Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay blogging is so tiring I'm going to take a break. See ya folks : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793080627708258684-766842029467754544?l=thesweetandwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/feeds/766842029467754544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793080627708258684&amp;postID=766842029467754544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/766842029467754544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793080627708258684/posts/default/766842029467754544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetandwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-wood.html' title='The Sweet &amp; Wood'/><author><name>Sweet &amp;amp; Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294415977080220178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
