<?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-6073164486122922552</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:44:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The impossible princess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-7682721671012445868</id><published>2007-03-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:42:35.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt the earth move!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a very memorable day for strange reasons! I was in Johor this morning for a meeting with a developer. We were sitting in the conference room around lunch time, when suddenly the room..no, the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;building&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; started to sway! I thought I was falling asleep, hence the swaying, until I noticed water spilling from a glass on the table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Turns out there was a huge earthquake in Sumatra this afternoon, and people in Singapore and Johor felt the after-effects. Weirdest, scariest moment to date! Some people at the office were really panicking and rushing to evacuate. We had to leave as well, so that the engineers could check the structures of the building. There were lots of cracks everywhere, and apparently, LOTS of damages to the top floor (which we were not on, thank goodness!) What we felt today was nothing. Hopefully something bigger doesn't hit any time soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-7682721671012445868?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/7682721671012445868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=7682721671012445868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/7682721671012445868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/7682721671012445868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-felt-earth-move.html' title='I felt the earth move!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-2548160632892912983</id><published>2007-03-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:26:20.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've hardly been outside my room in days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And it was then I realize the conscience never fades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When you're young you have this image of your life:That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And if you happen to you wake completely lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I will fight for you, be sure thatI will fight until we're the special two once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,When we're the special two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;These arms will not be taught to need another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cause we were the special two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I remember someone old once said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,When we're the special two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And we can only see each other we'll bleed together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;These arms will not be taught to need another...'cause we're the special two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease, Or something that could ease the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,Just remembering, just remembering how we were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When we would only need each other, we'd breathe together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,We were the special two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;These arms would not be taught to need another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cause we're the special two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-2548160632892912983?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/2548160632892912983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=2548160632892912983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/2548160632892912983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/2548160632892912983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-hardly-been-outside-my-room-in-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-1363879813247306435</id><published>2007-02-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:07:20.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday is finally here, and its the end of my very short three day working week already! Thank goodness for Chinese New Year. Although I only started work on Wednesday, its starting to feel like I've been at this agency forever. I have to admit, when I first started, I thought the job would be dead boring and predictable. Fortunately, it is nothing like I imagined, and each working day is different from the next. The best part is, most of the staff are surprisingly women, so there is always gossip and laughter filling the office from 9-6 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far, in the space of three days, I've been lucky enough to spend most of my office hours tagging along with my boss to various locations meeting developers, interior designers and architects. Yesterday alone, we visited over six different show suites so that I could get a better idea of what luxury living in Singapore is all about. Believe me, what they define as "luxury" property here, are places I could only ever DREAM about owning. Even the smallest studio apartment will cost me a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool million and much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Planning the marketing materials for all these properties is not an easy task either. Just think how hard it is to convince someone through a silly brochure to part with more than $4 million of hard earned cash on a not-that-fantastic condo! My notebook has never been more full of nonsense words and adjectives I jot down to use on upcoming projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Overall, things are definitely looking up. Funny how working your butt off can magically boost your confidence and inflate your ego (in a good way hehe). Even though there are is a lot of running around with this job, getting mud on my shoes, and meeting corporate-type intimidating strangers on a daily basis, it looks like this could actually be something that suits me...and that is always good! In the next two weeks, I'll continue to visit new developments here in Singapore and soon... good ol' Johor Bahru! Haha. More on all of that very soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-1363879813247306435?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/1363879813247306435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=1363879813247306435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/1363879813247306435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/1363879813247306435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-4196866316117083867</id><published>2007-02-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:36:33.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never been &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; glad to start working, because I've just been reminded how humiliating life can be, for a single woman in her 20s! Tonight, one of my aunts asked my mother if the reason I haven't snapped up the first job that came along, could have anything to do with the possibility that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I may want to get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sometime in the near future...(and she was dead serious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whoa! Someone press the rewind button &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I had absolutely no idea, that the desire for a suitable husband could somehow be a legitimate excuse for not wanting to work. I suddenly feel like I'm in &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;, or better yet, &lt;em&gt;A Suitable Husband&lt;/em&gt;! *gasp* I wonder if there are women out there, fresh out of college, who prefer to spend their days contemplating life as somebody's wife. Hmmm...I wonder what my days would be like. I guess I could hit the clubs, search &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;match.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, brush up on my cooking, or maybe go for daily facials so that I'd be 100% ready and gorgeous when prince charming comes along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I would L-O-V-E to get hitched one day - but not just yet. I've got to see the world, scour the streets for hotties one last time, and put those degrees to use! Besides, it looks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the one guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I would absolutely without a doubt give my heart to, may soon be shifted to the &lt;a href="http://www.intellectualwhores.com/construction.html"&gt;friends ladder&lt;/a&gt; (more on that next time). *sigh* but fear not my loved ones, when it does happen (and it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because I'm fabulous), it will have been worth waiting for. Till then, my heart and head remain open to possibilites. If you know someone available and purrrfect for me, do give me a buzz :) muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-4196866316117083867?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/4196866316117083867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=4196866316117083867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/4196866316117083867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/4196866316117083867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-do.html' title='I do?'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-9184169017654504624</id><published>2007-02-17T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:40:08.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're hired (finally!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long and arduous search, I have finally found steady employment that I think I will be very happy with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I answered an ad in The Straits Times recruitment section on Thursday for a position as Account Executive at this independent agency called Hagley &amp;amp; Hoyle. I had never heard of this agency in the past 1.5 years, but I figured it must be doing ok since it has been around since 1969. That night, I got a call from them asking me to come in for an interview the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made my way to Middle Road on Friday morning in my nicest outfit, armed with my portfolio. I was kind of surprised that the office was very simple, neat, and not very in-your-face creative the way JWT or Ogilvy is, but what I did notice was the very flash computer the receptionist had: a flat screen white Mac desktop - very nice indeed! There were also some impressive artworks in the meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The interview went well. The MD is a woman, who was very pleasant, not like the last arrogant bastard I met up with (who shall remain nameless for legal reasons!). We talked about a lot of things. Turns out she has a love for abstract works of art and Frida Kahlo as well! What are the odds! :) About an hour after the interview, I got a call from her Account Director, and she told me the job is mine! Yeehawwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The best part is, they are going to hire me for a permanent position, and not as some rubbish intern/photocopy girl. Plus, they will pay me the amount I am asking for! Fabulous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The tricky part is, this agency doesn't do work for consumer goods or mainstream brands. They specialise in working with property developers. In Singapore, there are plenty of new condominiums and office buildings shooting up all the time...god knows why! I guess it has something to do with the new Integrated Resort being built. I was told some of my responsibilities will be to communicate with clients, talk to architects, interior designers, landscape artists, etc. There may even be a chance to visit building sites to take photos of the area, and get an idea of how we can integrate marketing communication tools. It all sounds very technical, but still very challenging and exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I start on Wednesday. The first thing they are going to teach me is to how to read an architect's blueprint. Woach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish me luck :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-9184169017654504624?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/9184169017654504624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=9184169017654504624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/9184169017654504624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/9184169017654504624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-hired-finally.html' title='You&apos;re hired (finally!)'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-8515872343452241444</id><published>2007-02-17T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:21:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agh! I've been tagged by my ever so lovely Nina! In the world of blogging, apparently to be "tagged" means I have to reveal 6 habits/quirks people don't know about me...so lets get rolling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;1. I think I have a very strange white food phobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's right, there is something about white coloured foods that grosses me out. I'm pretty sure it started out with my absolute disgust with milk. I can't stand everything about it - the look, the smell, the creamy consistency...yuck yuck yuck! This gradually extended to other white coloured foods (i.e. yoghurt, mayonnaise...) I have to be at least an arm's length away from the stuff when it enters a room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;2. I've been told I have very unconventional taste in men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always attracted to, or drawn to men that other girls don't usually find very appealing. The classic handsome guy doesn't do it for me. I guess obviously handsome guys are somehow too predictable, or apart from their looks there isn't usually much else to them. I have a weakness for shaved heads, great smiles, someone who isn't afraid to look me in the eye and make me weak in the knees! I love how guys smell too! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great after-shave? I'm all yours. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Men I have swooned over in my recent past include David Caruso/Horatio Caine from CSI:Miami, Vin Diesel (of course!), Keanu (he is not gay) Reeves,...sigh, and of course plenty of non-celebs too! Guys I want have to have MORE than their looks...maybe I have ugly-sexy complex...hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;3. I'm the person who rearranges someone else's cutlery AFTER the table is set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that bugs me when I go to restaurants is cutlery that is set in the wrong place. I don't like seeing forks and spoons misplaced, or having to eat dessert with a soup spoon. Ugh! When my host/waiter leaves, I am the one who sets everything the PROPER way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;4. I am an expert prawn peeler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love ordering prawns when I am eating out. I get a secret thrill being able to peel a prawn in one go ever so neatly with a fork and knife while everyone else struggles with their fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;5. I keep all my old SMS-es till my phone gets all clogged up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At one stage there were at least 130 useless messages, but my sentimental side loves to keep a special folder in my phone where I can keep all my *special* msgs..hehe. Enough said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;6. I am an avid horoscope reader+follower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people say they are into astrology, but what they really mean is that they only read it in the morning papers. Unfortunately, I have this really annoying habit of having to read my horoscope online on ALL my fav astrology websites (there are at least 6 of them). If I don't do this the night before, I have to do it the following morning. It's a very time-consuming routine, but it HAS to be done or the day can't progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-8515872343452241444?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/8515872343452241444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=8515872343452241444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/8515872343452241444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/8515872343452241444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-882838013489748852</id><published>2007-02-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:00:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy about Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the nicest things about being at home is the fact that I get to do all the things I love without the pressure of time, deadlines, or the constant beeping of my phone. It does sound kinda cheesy, but these past few weeks I've learnt to better appreciate the simple things in life, most of which revolves around my extended family, who are almost always here every weekend! When they first started coming around, I thought our little gatherings would soon prove to be a massive headache, but surprisingly, they've turned out to be the people I can't wait to see when Friday arrives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are usually about 10 of us in total at these get-togethers, and in true Singapore fashion, what we love to do best is come together for the sake of a good ol'fashioned meal. It is not uncommon for someone in our family to arrive on our doorstep with a big pot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;rendang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chicken rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sambal goreng&lt;/span&gt;...whatever has been rummaged out of the pantry, for everyone to share. Of course there are times when zero cooking has been done, and my cooking skills have been put to the test. I'm a self-proclaimed amateur foodie, but when it comes to cooking traditional Malay food, I definitely need a lot of guidance! Who knew &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;frying chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could be so technical, or that preparing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;pulut hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; required so much patience! With each weekend I am exposed to more and more secrets of our family's cuisine that I had no idea existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not be the best &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;epok epok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sizzler, and I know for sure my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;udang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is never &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goreng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-ed to an entirely crispy state, but what I do know is that simple, good food (with maximum flavour) speaks to everyone's palate. Without a doubt, this has to include Bill's famous Chocolate self-saucing pudding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My all-time fav foodies is Melbourne-born &lt;a href="http://www.bills.com.au"&gt;Bill Granger&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RciFZgO_LAI/AAAAAAAAABM/ct1kgDz2_kc/s1600-h/bill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028415657155177474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RciFZgO_LAI/AAAAAAAAABM/ct1kgDz2_kc/s200/bill1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A self-taught cook who is so gifted and passionate, his food speaks to people from all walks of life. As the owner of three restaurants and four books, his work has become HUGE in Oz, the UK, and the US. I was pleasantly surprised to also find his fame has reached Singapore, with his show screening on Ch.5 every weekday at 12.30pm. His food, including this choc pudding is guaranteed to please even the fussiest auntie snooping around your kitchen. Do give it a try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate self-saucing pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RciE3wO_K_I/AAAAAAAAABE/cYQHBiNd014/s1600-h/pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;125 g (1 cup) plain (all-purpose) flour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;120 g (1/2 cup) caster (superfine) sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons cocoa powder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RciJRAO_LFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/436-oPGA9Bw/s1600-h/pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028419909172800594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RciJRAO_LFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/436-oPGA9Bw/s320/pudding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250 ml (1 cup) milk&lt;br /&gt;85 g (3 oz) unsalted butter, melted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Topping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185 g (1 cup) soft brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;250 ml (1 cup) boiling water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thick (double/heavy) cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 180°C (350°F/Gas 4). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sift the flour, salt, sugar, baking powder and cocoa powder into a bowl. Add the milk, butter, egg and vanilla extract and mix with beaters until combined. Pour into four 250 ml (1 cup) greased pudding moulds. To make the topping, stir the brown sugar and cocoa powder in a bowl to combine, then sprinkle it over the pudding batter.&lt;br /&gt;Pour boiling water carefully over the puddings, then bake for 20 to 25 minutes. Serve with thick cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-882838013489748852?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/882838013489748852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=882838013489748852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/882838013489748852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/882838013489748852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-about-bill.html' title='Crazy about Bill'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RciFZgO_LAI/AAAAAAAAABM/ct1kgDz2_kc/s72-c/bill1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-5276161473313275152</id><published>2007-01-31T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:53:20.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the ideal life a Second Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've been back, life has proven to be very different to what I've been doing for the last year. It feels weird having an empty-ish calendar, with no meetings and no deadlines. For the past month, I've been living the fresh graduate's life - where the only responsibilities I've given myself is to job hunt and make sure I never miss the morning edition of the Tyra show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite my relatively free and easy schedule, I'll be the first to admit that it hasn't all been a piece of cake. Job hunting, for instance, is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooo incredibly frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Although there are a multitude of jobs out there for someone like me, it all seems to come down to whether the position - and me - are a good fit. I'm sure there are plenty of jobs out there I could do, but at the end of the day, I want to reserve the right to be incredibly picky, and I should be able to! I worked my butt off to get my degrees, so I should be allowed to use the equal amount of energy (and discrepancy) to find the place that is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purrrrfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. The last thing I want, is to start work in a horrible place, that will leave me disillusioned and fed up at the end of the working week :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So in the meantime, between sending out applications and brown-nosing potential employers, I've rediscovered the strange wonders of a semi-magical place called Second Life (SL). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026159581196402066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RcCBgmWjPZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b6gFQf53Bys/s200/secondlife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SL is a virtual community that is pretty similar to The Sims, except apart from creating your own virtual character, users can participate in online businesses, buy virtual houses using REAL currencies...you can even do the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; NASTY (meow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you dare to :p The lengths some people will go to with their virtual identity can be pretty strange! (More on that &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-rated stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; another time...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RcGw7wO_K8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/13EyLaDEKtk/s1600-h/second_life.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026493199728716738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RcGw7wO_K8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/13EyLaDEKtk/s320/second_life.gif" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through credit card or online payments, you can use your real-life hard earned savings to buy land, property, clothing, skins, ridiculously enlarged body parts (wink wink) that are all essentially intangible! The even &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;freakier&lt;/span&gt; part is, many SL-ers take incredible pride in their latest purchases, or how they've decorated their multiple animated houses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never bought or spent precious money on anything like that online. I guess the only reason I go on every now and then is out of pure boredom. It can be a very amusing way to kill time, especially when you start to wonder what sort of people do this on a regular basis. What are their motivations? Are they trying to escape the real world, or do they get a kick outta snooping around just like me...? The saddest thing is, there are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; middle-aged married people there, basically doing...nothing. It makes me wonder if after a certain age, married life really is that dull.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RcG0CgO_K9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ly8E2VIJP8I/s1600-h/SecondLife-Screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026496614227717074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RcG0CgO_K9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ly8E2VIJP8I/s200/SecondLife-Screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to think SL was a temporary trend, for a bunch of geeks with nothing better to do. But a few days ago, I read that a host of international companies including Dell, Toyota, and Adidas all have a presence in this cult virtual world - using it as a promotional tool. There are even jobs out there for marketers who want to work full-time on SL promoting different brands and products! With over 3 million users registered with Second Life, its no wonder Tourism Australia, the Swedish Govt., even Telstra are all testing the waters there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-5276161473313275152?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/5276161473313275152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=5276161473313275152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/5276161473313275152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/5276161473313275152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-ideal-life-second-life.html' title='Is the ideal life a Second Life?'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qWwVHEtz8M/RcCBgmWjPZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b6gFQf53Bys/s72-c/secondlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073164486122922552.post-4858411114410641587</id><published>2007-01-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:43:16.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come into my world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome all - to yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; new home for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shareeda&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;agedashi_tofu&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the impossible princess&lt;/span&gt;! It is time for a new blog. 2007 is here, and January is already coming to an end, so what better way is there to mark, celebrate (and maybe bitch) about what should be a very exciting year :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be sure to come back soon for my latest update, and make sure you bookmark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;disco-sista.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073164486122922552-4858411114410641587?l=disco-sista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/feeds/4858411114410641587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073164486122922552&amp;postID=4858411114410641587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/4858411114410641587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073164486122922552/posts/default/4858411114410641587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disco-sista.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-into-my-world.html' title='Come into my world!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436897943257170780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/oh_the_places_ive_been/disco.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
